This is the story that started me on my erotic journey. It was written by my friend Gavin (the hero in my last story). I did edit it for grammar, spelling and readability, but the rest is all his. I hope you enjoy it.
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You come home from a day of work at 7:30 in the evening, the moon just coming up over the horizon. As you open the door, you see my smiling face beaming back at you with that boyish wicked grin I always have when I have something up my sleeve, and wearing nothing but a white cooking apron with the Tabasco(TM) emblem on it. You think to yourself, Spicy, sexy, as you enter the doorway.
Your eyes brighten at the sight of me; you had thoughts of waking me up when you came home, wicked thoughts of kissing my entire body, trying to rouse me from my slumber as I napped on the couch.
I take your hand in mine, and quickly whisk you to your chair, and sit you down, making sure you are comfortable; pillows under your head, feet propped up on the ottoman. I hand you a cold glass of wine and start taking your shoes and stockings off, then I lean down and reach for the bottle of massage oil. You finally notice the scent of smoky grilled meat, and a hint of garlic and rosemary. You wonder what I have cooked for dinner.
I look at you with my sheepish/boyish grin and begin to apply the oil to your left foot, lightly adding pressure as my kneading hands release the tension as you lay back and enjoy the pleasure of your aching and tired feet being loved on. As I sit on the ottoman in front of you, slowly easing away the day's tension of being on your feet all day long, walking up and down the hallways chasing paperwork, you scrunch down into the chair as your body begins to relax.
As you get more comfortable in the chair your suit skirt rides up your luscious thighs a wee bit, exposing your silky white g-string panty you wore under it; you can't have panties or panty lines showing. I can see you have been thinking of us all day, as your panties are moist with your juices, the fabric of your panties making a crease where your lips meet and I wonder to myself, How many times did she touch herself, fingering her swollen clit in the empty stairwells, thinking of us having fucked in the shower before she went to work?
My thoughts turn to that moment, our bodies slippery and soapy, hands sliding all over each other's bodies as I pumped your ass from behind. Oh, the joys of sex in the shower! I let out a muffled sigh.
You take a slow sip of the delicious wine and moan softly as your body eases further into relaxation. My hands gently caress and knead your toes one at a time before sliding under your tired arches, fingers underneath and thumbs up above, squeezing gently but firmly. I then take your Achilles tendon between my fingers and press firmly as I slide my hands up along the underside of your strong, muscled calf.
I then slide my hands back down the front of your shin, and giving a gentle squeeze as I cup your heal in my right hand, I slide the left one under your arch, lifting upwards and easing the rest of the tension away. You let out another soft sigh as I begin to work on your other foot. Your mind drifts off to dreamland as I continue to longingly love on your feet and calves, taunting and teasing your thighs with the possible pleasure that they might receive. But then the beep, beep, beep of the timer goes off.
I get up with another boyish grin on my face to finish preparing our dinner. As I swagger into the kitchen you can see my strong muscular thighs and ass peaking out from the apron as I strut to the kitchen, my ass swaying blatantly as I look over my shoulder to see your hand dive between your thighs. You touch yourself as you watch me move across the room, the apron not hiding my muscled body from your eyes.
Unable to hide your need for a quick orgasm, you moan quietly as you touch your swollen clit. The feeling of my hands massaging you has you nearing an explosive orgasm as it is; the sight of my sexy body takes you over the top and you can no longer hold back. You need to cum now. Your moans increase as you make your clit dance against your finger; you shudder and quickly release your juices all over your g-string, suit and recliner, the stain widening as you flood onto the chair. Stars fill your eyes as you continue quivering and shuddering. This orgasm had been building all day long.
Before you left for work you put me back to bed with those special kisses on my manhood. You walked around all day with the sensation of my throbbing exploding cock filling your mouth and lips, and the taste of my cum covering your tongue had you
craving
, desiring more throughout the day. As you lay on the chair indulging your desire, time passes without realization.
You look up after a number of explosive orgasms and see me standing over you, tray in hand, with a dinner ready for you. You look up at me smiling. Three orgasms and he didn't say a word, you think to yourself, He must have enjoyed the show. Your panties, suit and chair are soaked in your juices. You look up at me sheepishly as you take the tray. You bite your lower lip, hoping I don't get dissuaded from this evening's soon-to-be romp.
We eat our dinner of freshly grilled steak, penne pasta covered in homemade cream sauce with garden peas, and fresh warm biscuits with butter. After taking in this delicious meal, I clear the plates and start a load in the dishwasher, refill your wine glass, and offer you a hand and lead you to the bath I have run for you.
The bathroom is lit by it seems a hundred candles, brightly lit and sweetly scented; cloves, cinnamon, and vanilla fill the air. You see the bubbles floating on the water as I reach around you and begin to unbutton your shirt. You lean back into my arms and kiss my cheek as my hands make quick work of undressing you; my hands and arms brush against your full, voluptuous breasts and extremely sensitive nipples. I reach around and cup your tits in my hands, pushing your nipples upward and out of the bra. I pinch them between two fingers as a tease of what is to come.
Your body is on fire as I slip the shirt over your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I reach down and wrap my arms around your waist as I kiss along your neck and shoulders, your nipples now exposed, poking out of the top of the sexy white lacey demi-bra. Your chest heaves upward as your body shivers and shudders at my gentle kisses, my touches sending you over the edge with ecstasy. With the ease of a trained professional, I quickly unzip the side zipper to your skirt and it quickly falls to the floor at you feet. I slowly take my hands and slide them to your hips, hooking my fingers into the waistband of your lacey g-string, and quickly rip it from your hips; you let out a startled "Ohhh" as your womanly scent mingles with the others in the room.
I kiss the outer edges of your soft ass as I let your torn panties fall to the floor. My hands now begin their journey back up your luscious legs as my lips kiss along the curves of your lower body. As my hands reach your hips, I grasp them firmly and turn you slowly around, your soft shorn mound at my face. I place one small kiss above your naked bare pussy, where the lips part to expose your hardened clit, starting your thighs quivering. Then I stand up.
I pull you in close to me, kissing you deeply, passionately as my hands slide slowly up your back and unfasten your bra, freeing your voluptuous breasts from their sexy bindings. Your full breasts press against my chest as I let the bra fall next to your panties. I pick you up in my arms and lower you to the warm bath water; a soft sigh escapes from you as the water envelops your body, easing the rest of your tension from your day's work.
I untie the apron from around my waist, slip it over my head, and toss it across the room. You can see my completely naked body now, your eyes widening with anticipation, my cock only slightly swollen, but throbbing and dancing in the candlelight. You reach out to touch it and bring it to its fullest hardness, but I say "No, no," and wag my finger at you.