"You could try this". I said pulling a hung up red shirt from a hanger. "I always liked this one on you."
"Ohh, nice. That could work. Ok, go in the other room while I change in here."
I go back in the bedroom and take a drink of water on the nightstand. The room is dim with the only light filtering in from the bathroom. I had left iTunes playing and a percussive beat teased in the background.
I wait on the edge of the bed and heard heels against the hardwoods.
Looking up, there was the fantasy that had held my attention these last 8 months and beyond.
Julie had belted the red shirt to convert it to a dress and looks down at me with a flirtatious question - "So what do you think?"
"What do I think?" - I stand up to get a better look. "I like the leather belt. It's a nice touch." I put my hands on the sides of the belt as if to admire how it was made. I move my hands slowly down from the belt to just touch the red shirt's fabric as she turns - poking her ass towards me, asking - "Is it too short in the back? It is a shirt, you know."
"Let me see," I say as I pull my hand back and slap her covered ass.
She laughs - "What are you doing? You always did like my ass best."
"Excuse me, but I liked the whole package. The ass is just too hard to keep my hands off."
"Is that so?" She leans back into me, pushing her ass toward my cock. My hands are at her hips as she wriggles her body into me. I slide them down as she moves, getting to the skin of her thighs. With my hands on her skin, she intentionally dips and forces my hands to push up her dress, exposing her black lace thong.
I am dizzy with excitement. I grab her ass hard and squeeze as she pushes back into me, pulsing with the beats of the music. My cock leaps to attention in my boxers - my robe coming apart in the middle.
She grins and moves away from me. She puts both hands on the wall and bends over - moving from side to side in the most seductive dance I have ever seen. She looks back over her shoulder and whispers above the music - "What are you doing over there?"
I take two steps toward her undulating body - my cock fighting to get out. "That's better..." she says brushing the front of my shorts, teasing me with her movements.
I grab her hips again from behind and begin moving with the music as well - "That's it," she whispers. From behind her, I move my hands so they slide down the front of her thighs. She dips again, forcing the dress up once more and exposing the front of her thong.
She reaches back with her arm and wraps it around my neck. With the music as my guide, I glide my hand between her legs and feel the warmth of her aroused sex. She is fire and water in one. I slide two fingers over the top of her and she gasps. Up and down with the music, my fingers twitching with anticipation. I slide them deep and grab all of her at once - she smiles, moaning loudly over the beats.
The softness, the heat of her overwhelms me. I turn her around, lead her to the bed and bend her over. I pull aside her thong and trace my fingers around her pussy - wanton and wet. She lays her head down, grabs her breasts, and pushes her ass further in the air. I know the request and oblige, plunging two fingers into her. Hard, quick movements - my hand now pulsing to the music - filling her, fucking her.
She is excitement and desire. She melts further into the bed; I move with her, making sure not to stop my movements. She pulls aside the shirt and pinches her hard nipple. She licks her fingers and circles it around - tracing her fingers over and over.
I suddenly feel her other hand near mine. Face still down, she rubs her clit as I continue to pump her with my fingers from behind. Her breath accelerates and then stops as I feel her body tighten with the first wave of climax. I know her body and what she is capable of - I speed up my movements - hard, fast force.
She screams as I do this and cries out, melting further into the bed. I keep moving with her and don't stop fingering her - prolonging her climax as much as she wants. She shudders again and again. In the midnight hour, she cries "More, more, more."
I cannot stop - her body is an addiction to me and I have been without it for too long.
As she finishes a second climax, I rotate her around and kneel on the bed, turning her ass sideways toward me. I undo the belt and free her from the red jacket and shirt. I grab her other breast as she continues to tease the first. My cock is swollen, red, and begging for relief. I enter her slowly and she cries out again as she pulses her other hand on her clit. I want to take it slow. I want to take it so slow. I want to savor every minute with her, every drop of sweat, every texture; I want the minutes to turn to hours. But in the midnight hour, she cries "More, more, more." My movements quicken to satisfy her requests as I fuck her harder and harder. She raises her leg suddenly and screams, the hand from her breast gripping the sheets. She contorts as the pleasure washes over her again and again. I push harder and deeper into her; my own climax growing until it explodes into her writhing body. I collapse onto her and cover her in an embrace as she finishes her last orgasm.
