We got to my apartment complex in about two minutes, as I live only about half a mile from the lab. My face was still burning and I'm pretty sure I had developed a case of blueballs. I noticed Jessica had been watching me out of the corner of her eye, and that she had been sporting a wicked gleam in her eyes, since leaving me hanging, so to speak. As Jessica pulled up in front of my apartment, I already had my hand on the door handle. Just as I was getting ready to jump out and head into the house, she grabbed my left hand and pulled me to her, over the console and gearshift, where she lay a kiss on me, hot enough to send me into delirium, but which actually had the effect of cooling my temper.
I was chastened, and my ire softened significantly. I climbed out, walked around the small sports car and opened Jessica's door. She took my proffered hand, and I watched, mesmerized as she slid one shapely leg, outside the car, pivoted her hips, then the other, setting her feet on the ground. She stood, effortlessly. I wanted to reach down and run my hand over her lovely skin, and the black stockings just fired my lust. She wrapped her arm around my waist and lay her head against my shoulder, as I took out my key and unlocked the apartment door. "Watch out! My attack dogs are right on the other side of this door, just waiting for some unsuspecting victim to come through it!"
"Ooh boy! I'm scared!" We both laughed. The only way anyone would die from an encounter with my Chiweenie and fluffy mutt, would be to giggle themselves to death. They might lick and kiss you into a state of catatonia, but it's unlikely. Sure enough, Missy was perched atop the back of my recliner, like Snoopy and his Sopwith camel, waiting for the door to open, her tail whipping from side to side. Satchmo came sidling up to us, like the dork that he is. Both sweet, utterly loving and the best pussy magnets a guy could want!
We let the let the dogs out and went around to the courtyard and backyard, where the puppies play. There is a nice little deck, and over the years, tenants have some decent furniture out there; good enough to have a nice little cookout with a few friends, from time to time. My gorgeous bounty and I sat down on the futon, while the dogs frolicked and wrestled and everything else dogs do outside.
The second we sat down, we engaged in a liplock to end all liplocks. She held my head between her cool little hands and kissed me I the most sensual kiss I have ever experienced. She touch the tip of my tongue with the tip of hers then massaged the surface of my tongue in such an erotic way that I was at her mercy. She wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked softly at it, as if she were performing fellatio on my tongue. My cock was as hard as I have ever know it to be, and it was aching for release.
As awestruck and dumbfounded by this woman, as I was, I actually managed to cup and fondle her breasts through the chiffon fabric of her dress, feel her taut nipples beneath her dress and lacey bra. I slipped the soft, vibrant blue fabric over her shoulder and groped for her heavy left breast, which I freed of its encumbrance. I kneaded the soft pliable flesh and rolled the thick spongy nipple between my thumb and forefinger, giving it a soft squeeze. Jessica's soft moan enticed me to break the world-changing kiss and take her swollen nipple in my lips and give it a soft suckling. She lay her hand on the back of my neck and held my mouth fixed to her gorgeous full breast. Her head was thrown back and she was sighing and softly moaning from the pleasure she was feeling.
Our other hands were not idle either. Her right hand had found its way back to my crotch and was squeezing and massaging my shaft through my jeans. My right was caressing the pliant, creamy flesh of her upper thighs, between the elastic of her stocking and the humid area of her pubis. Her legs were parted just enough to grant me passage to her mound and every so often, I would cup her there and run my index and middle fingers with feather light touch over her clitoris and labia through the sheer, lacey fabric of her damp red panties.
"I want to swallow your big cock, Baby. And I want this motherfucker pounding my tight little pussy!" She whispered hoarsely, her light sweet girlish voice, taking on a husky timber. I was lost to the world and more than a little tempted to go down on my knees and plunge my head between her luscious thighs, licking up every drop of her tangy dew. Oh! So fucking sexy!
The dogs had made their rounds of the yard and had just begun vying for attention. With a sigh of great disappointment, I released her nipple from the clench of my incisors, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from my lover's lips. She stroked my balding head and planted a sweet peck on my lips. As our lips touched just briefly, I glanced up at a forty-something, Iraqi woman watching us, bemusedly from a balcony of the apartment complex on the other side of the fence. She looked almost as disappointed about the end of the show as we were. Engaging her gaze for a few more seconds, I indicated to Jessica with my eyes, that we had an audience, to which see swung her attention to the woman for the briefest of interchanges. As she coaxed me to stand, she angled her torso so the woman had a full view as Jessica brought my head back to her breast, to which I obligingly covered her aureole with my willing mouth. She released my head and we faced each other with wanton, unabashed lust, playing out in our facial expressions.
Together, we put my little wench's playthings in order, straightening her dress just enough to pass a cursory inspection. As we strode back to the apartment, with my dogs bounding excitedly around us, we both looked back to the woman on the balcony, and Jessica smiled broadly, giving the woman a friendly, discreet wave. Surprisingly, the woman waved back, wistfully, turning to head back to her abode. I have wondered if she was wishing she were as lucky as we two are, having her lover lavish the kind of loving passionate attention on her, as she had just witnessed, between us.
As we entered the apartment, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, Jessica gripped mine as if it was the last hand she'd ever hold. As I closed the door behind us, she turned to face me and reached up to stroke my cheek, just before she pulled my head to her and, as before, engaged me with another brain-melting kiss. I swung her around and pushed her forcefully up against the apartment door. She gasped but she smiled wickedly and kissed me again. My head was spinning from the arousal. I had the woman of my dreams in my arms, in my apartment. Life is good!
I had her pressed up against the door, my hands full of her sweet, ample ass. I was running paws down over her asscheeks, down to the bottom, giving each a little squeeze and grabbing them fully and spread them apart. Fuck me! She has a great ass for grabbing and squeezing and playing with. I wanted so badly, right then, to turn her around, lift up that rockin' dress, shove her up against the wall and plant my cock balls deep in her sphincter. But not just yet. There'll be plenty of time for that, a little later.
She had one hand holding my head, at the back, running her fingers over my closely cropped hair in back and up over the more balding area up top. The other was rubbing my chest through the fabric of my soft shirt, pinching the nipples, which sent searing shocks to my brain and back down through the length of my stiff shaft and ended in the crown as electric jolts. Or was it the other was around? Don't know and don't really care.
Jessica slid her hand down over my belly and grabbed the buckle of my belt, deftly undoing it in a matter of seconds. Then her fingers popped the button of my jeans open and slid the zipper down. She reached in and grabbed a handful of testicles, and played with them, kneading them, squeezing them lightly. She pulled the waistband down and wrapped her small fingers around the shaft of my thick, stiff cock, then took hold of the head and rolled it around under her palm and between her fingers and thumb. Her hands were cool and as she touched me down there, I started, and the manipulation felt so intense, I broke the long sensual kiss and let out a low, guttural moan.
