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There are many reasons why I love Megan; the way she looks in a miniskirt and boots is just one of them. Fortunately, whether because she knows she looks good wearing them or because she knows that I love how she looks wearing them, she has many, many miniskirts and several pairs of boots. Of course she can't dress like that year-round but she makes sure to indulge me when the season is appropriate. She also knows that, when she puts on a miniskirt with a pair of boots in the morning, she is going to have my attention immediately. Typically, she also knows to allow additional time in the morning because, more often than not, we'll need to squeeze in a quickie before work. With the entire day to think about what she's wearing, we usually need to make sure we don't have anything planned immediately after work, either. She always gets home before I do but she knows not to change her clothes if she's worn a miniskirt and boots that day. I wouldn't refuse to have sex with her if she'd changed her clothes, but I'm always more fired up if she hasn't and that tends to benefit her, as well.
I have a hard enough time keeping my hands off of Megan in the morning when we're getting ready for work but, when she comes into the kitchen wearing a short skirt and a pair of boots, I'm immediately feeling a rise in my khakis. I'll take her in my arms, so she can feel my growing bulge against her, and run my hands over her ass while we're making out. I know that, as she was getting dressed she knew what the result would be, so I'm confident that she's already quite wet. My hands slip up under her short skirt to squeeze her nice, round ass through her panties before I start to slide them down. Once they're below her ass, I caress the soft, smooth flesh before turning her around and hunkering down behind her. Depending on which skirt she's wearing, I'll either flip the hem up or slide it up so that her ass is exposed. I'll caress it some more before sliding her panties the rest of the way down and helping her step out of them.
I can't resist caressing her ass some more even though I know, the longer I take, the later we're going to be for work. She'll be bent over, leaning on the table or the counter, as I stand and open my pants, releasing my throbbing tool. I guide it into her pussy, slipping all the way in until my hips touch her sweet ass, causing her to moan. Her fingers go immediately to her clit while I start to slowly fuck her, my hands on her hips. Sliding the full length of my cock slowly in and out of her hot, slippery pussy feels absolutely amazing, but I don't have the luxury to continue that, so I pick up the pace pretty quickly. Her ass jiggles just slightly each time my hips tap against it, mesmerizing me as I relish the pleasure I am feeling. I can feel her pussy quickly becoming even hotter and more engorged as I fuck her and she massages her clit.
She moans louder and longer as she pushes back against my incoming thrusts and my cock is swelling even more as I approach an orgasm. It's very rare that I leave her in the dust and cum before she does, especially since she probably starts getting herself worked up as soon as she decides to wear a miniskirt and boots. On the infrequent occasions that I do leave her hanging, she knows that I'll make up for it later that day. Most of the time, however, we are pretty much in synch and, when she lets out a cry and her body starts to shake as she cums, I'm just moments behind her, exploding into her hot, wet pussy. I continue to thrust into her as I'm cumming and, by the time I am completely spent, she typically is, too.
I slip out of her and she bends over farther to pick up her panties as my gaze is locked on her sweet, round ass. Panties in hand, she heads for the bathroom to clean up so that my load isn't oozing out of her all morning while I grab some Kleenex or a paper towel and clean myself up, as well. Both satisfied, we're able to head off to work with a smile on our faces and the knowledge that things will be even hotter once we're both back home that evening.
Megan is always home before I am so when I walk in, she's sitting there on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table, still wearing her miniskirt and boots. I set my bag down and join her, sliding my hand up her thigh and under her skirt as we start to make out. She spreads her legs for me as I encounter her panties, already damp, and caress the front before slipping my hand inside. My fingertips pass over her trim, well-groomed bush and are soon exploring the folds of her pussy. She is dripping with juices that I will be lapping up momentarily but I begin by alternating lightly stroking her clit with slipping a finger into her hot, slippery depths. Like me, she's been thinking about this moment all day so I know it won't take long for her to cum, but I try to draw out the pleasure without torturing her. We're still making out until she has to pull her mouth from mine to let out a moan. She presses her face into my neck and gyrates her hips rhythmically as her orgasm continues to build. I remain focused even as my cock threatens to burst from my slacks, knowing that I will be abundantly rewarded for my efforts.
She lets out a cry as she starts cumming, her entire body quivering as waves of pleasure wash over her. I continue gently stroking her clit as long as she is cumming, slipping my hand from her panties and my fingers into my mouth once she's gone still and has let out a content sigh. I give her just a few moments to recover before I move off the couch and onto the floor between the couch and the coffee table. I push the hem of her skirt up around her waist, exposing her panties before starting to slide them off. She raises her ass up for me and, once I've slid them down, over her boots and off, she spreads her legs, often with one boot on the couch and the other on the coffee table. I kiss my way along her smooth inner thighs, approaching her dark blonde bush, trimmed neatly and cropped short.
