It's the end of another very long day. As I walk into my house I kick off my heels, reach under my silk blouse and undo the front hook of my lace bra and slither out of it. This is my daily ritual. I love the feel of my naked breasts against my shirt and I can never wait to get home each day for just this sensation. As I walk through the kitchen to get a glass of wine I flick the play button on my answering machine. Your voice is the first one that comes through the speaker. Standing in the open door of the fridge my nipples harden under the silk of my shirt, a reaction to the combination of the chill and your voice. I swear I can feel your husky tones stroking over my skin. Just hearing you leave a simple message makes me hot. I pick up the phone to call you back and get your machine.
"Hey baby...I got your message. And now here I am missing you...hot for you...and you are not even home. Call me when you get in. Or better yet just come over."
I start to drink my wine and sit on the couch. As I sit down I fold my leg under my ass and my skirt hikes up my legs and reveals the edge of my lace topped stockings and the garter attached to it. I am still worked up from hearing your voice and wishing you were here. My silk shirt continues to tease my sensitive nipples and I lean my head back thinking about your mouth on me, your tongue laving my breasts, flicking gently over my nipples, nipping my breasts with your teeth. I am starting to stroke the inside of my thigh with one hand while I sip more wine. It must be going to my head. I don't remember ever being this hot before, just from thinking about a man. My wineglass is empty so I set it aside and begin running the fingers of both hands over my almost painfully erect nipples through my top. I am so wet that I can feel my thong beginning to dampen between my ass cheeks and I lower one hand to the crotch of my lace panties. God...I wish you were here.
Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. I know my face is flushed and my nipples are hard, but I answer the door just as I am, secretly thrilled at the prospect of someone knowing how horny I am. When I open the door and you are standing there it's like a wet dream come true. I smile slowly and step back to let you in the door. As soon as the door is closed I turn to you and just stand there waiting. You have a knowing, smug look on your face.
You can tell just how turned I am. I reach behind me and flick the lock. You step toward me and your eyes drop to the obvious showing that my nipples are making against my blouse. I close the distance between us and rise up on my toes to close my mouth over yours. You grab my hips and jerk me closer, pressing your hard cock against my mound. I moan into your mouth and you press me back against the door, the better to grind your bulge against my swollen pussy. Your hands start to work undoing the buttons on my blouse. As you reveal my tits to the cool air, my nipples harden ever more painfully. I know what is coming and I can barely contain my excitement. First you knead my breasts as you continue to stoke my tongue with your own. I shudder as you run your thumbs over my nipples. My back arches when you tweak them and pull gently. My breath rasps against your mouth and I am on the verge of begging when you lower your head to take one nipple in your mouth. The wet heat of your mouth is extraordinary and violently pleasurable. I come almost immediately. I know that this is something that you love about me...my ability and tendency to orgasm from nipple play alone.
You keep gently licking and sucking my tits as I recover from my first orgasm of the night. I arch my hips and grind my pelvis against you and thrill to the moaning this move elicits. Your tongue and teeth go back to work on my nipples in earnest and I grasp your head to my chest. Your hands begin to slide my skirt up my hips, uncovering my stockings, black lace thong and matching garter belt. You slide the index fingers of each hand under the garters on the front of each of my thighs. As you bite my left nipple you snap my garters. It's just enough sting to make me even hotter for you. Your knee spreads my legs slightly and one hand cups my pussy softly as the other travels back up to tweak my other nipple. I am amazed that my legs are even still holding me up. I feel your middle finger slide under the narrow strip of lace and slip easily into my sopping pussy. I reach down and rub the ridge in the front of your jeans. I can feel the heat of your hard cock radiating into my palm. You suck hard on my right nipple and my hand clenches on your cock. Simultaneous groans erupt from our throats. You step back, taking your crotch just out of my reach. You pull my thong to the side and slide two fingers inside of me flicking my clit with your thumb. My hips jerk forward, shoving your fingers deeper. You curl your fingers against my G-spot and press hard circles on my clit, pushing me over the edge once again.
As I gasp for air and writhe in ecstasy you lift your head, stare deep into my eyes and lick my cunt juice from your hand. At this point my clothing is so disarranged it seems the best thing to do is discard them. Soon I am only wearing my thong, stockings and garter belt. As I begin to remove the stockings and garter belt you stop me and I know you want me to leave the stockings and garter belt on. I remove my soaked thong and drop it to the floor. You seem thoroughly overdressed and somewhat uncomfortable in your jeans.
I strip your t-shirt over your head and run my hands slowly down your chest to the waistband of your jeans. I slowly undo the button fly, stroking my fingers below the fabric, against your sensitized skin. I begin to kiss your chest slowly working my way down to your abs. I run my tongue along the ridges of your muscular stomach. As I work the jeans off your hips and kneel between your feet the tip of your member becomes visible. I stare at your face as I flick my tongue over the head of your cock. Your eyes flash and heat. Your fingers clench on my shoulders and I feel your thighs tighten under my hands. I continue to lower your jeans and your dick springs free and taps against my lips. Obviously it's ready for some attention and I know just what to do.
