Saturday Morning Rush Ch. 1: Dave's Story
It was amazing how hard Jan could get me, watching her doing the most ordinary things, just as housework.
Okay, so it wasn't amazing, not if you knew her. And okay, so her doing housework wasn't exactly ordinary.
Perhaps I should just drop that statement altogether.
She was bent over on all fours, at the foot of the bed, as if cleaning up, instead of looking for one of her socks, which try to escape her gnarly feet on every occasion they can. 'Fucking, cunting, slippery bollocky socks!'
I assumed it was her talking, and not the socks. I stopped near her, admired her outfit: T-shirt and knickers, the knickers drawn tight up on her, displaying a crease where the crack of her sweet ass was. I bent down and smacked it playfully. She stopped her searching and cursing to smack my shin, not at all playfully. 'Stay out of my way, fucker!'
I understood her reaction. Saturday morning was no day of rest for us; she had work at home to do, of course, as did I, as well as shopping this morning, so it was All Go. And she wanted to get started ASAP so we'd have time to go see the new Tarantino flick.
But as of right now I'd changed my mind. It was her fault, really, having such a succulent ass.
I reached down and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up like a child off the floor. She squealed and cursed and struggled, almost kicking me in the nuts - but not quite. I dropped her face down on the bed, and she twisted onto her back, face flaring, teeth bared Klingon-style, eyes narrowed and challenging. 'Cunt! Cunting Cunty Cunt!'
Her T-shirt had rucked up; she wore no bra underneath, and I could see the underside of her simply divine breasts. The tentpole in my boxers was raised further.
Jan couldn't fail to notice it, and she held up a warning finger. 'No, no, we've got things to do!'
I slipped the T-shirt off my body. 'How true.'
'NO!'
But then I dropped my shorts, and she stared at my erection. And her face melted, her lip went pouty. 'Aww, Dave, now you know I can't leave him like that. You know that. I have a sacred duty in such matters.'
'I know.' I dropped on top of her, and we kissed, our tongues wrestling as I slipped my hand down under her T-shirt. I felt her body shiver as my hand rose to feel her left breast, brushing against the engorged nipple. She moaned in my mouth as I did this. I removed my hands from under her shirt, grabbed it and threw it off her. I moved up a little and looked down at her. He breast were firm, inviting, so inviting. Her aureoles were light brown and covered with goosebumps. Her nipples were erect and looked liked pencil erasers.
We kissed and played around on the bed. I could feel her breasts rub up and down on my chest. I started to rub her through her knickers. They were a pink-bikini cut and silk with a rather large wet spot all around the pubic area. I could see the crease that split her pouting pussy lips. Waves of mahogany curly hair could be seen through the soaked knickers. A musky smell emanated from her loins. The smell attracted me and made me want to make love to her even more.
I lowered my hand and rubbed her crotch, she moaned and closed her eyes. I then went on to remove her knickers. My hands trembled as I pulled down her feminine underwear. The first curls of pubic hair appeared, the curls were damp with her vaginal fluids. As I pulled farther down her enlarged pussy lips came into site. I threw the knickers to the ground and marveled once again at this magnificent site. I was speechless (a minor miracle for me).
She pushed herself up and reached for my cock, which was already tipped with pre-come, stroking me, making me moan. Then she smiled and pulled me on top of her. My cock pressed onto her vulva. Her warm juices spread all over it as she squirmed her pelvis on me. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her even closer to me. My cock was pushing into her little cave just waiting for that one hard thrust to push it all the way in.
