This is a problem...
she thinks to herself. She stands there at the end of the hall, leaning up against the wall, staring at him. Sitting on the couch, he is very into the Bears football game he's watching. Up against their main rivals, the Packers, it was important to him to watch and not miss a single down that was shown on national TV. On the table in front of him, his drink and several different snacks that she had prepared for him and was ready by the time he came home in time for the game. He was extremely appreciative of it and sincerely thanked her for it.
But that was the problem, wasn't it? His thank-you kiss left butterflies in her stomach and tingling below that. The tingling had spread throughout her, and now she was getting warmer by the minute. Not to mention wetter. Leaning against the wall, all she could do was stand there and rub her thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the tension that was trapped there. The feeling of his hands on her lower back and ass were still imprinted there, as though she had been cattle-proded. His chest against hers left her nipples reaching out for him and wouldn't relax. Glass? Shit, they could cut diamonds instead. This had been going on for over two and a half hours as he yelled and cheered and cursed and whooped up a storm while his team took the lead and fell back again. Down by a touchdown, he was on the edge of the couch with more than ten minutes to go. This could take awhile...
But she had promised that he could watch his Bears' games once a week since they got that package due to the fact that he'd been a fan since he was 5 years old. Hell, it was her idea. She knew he didn't get a whole lot of chances to watch them before, and persuaded him to get that package. Not that she didn't get to enjoy it was well, she loved football almost as much. But footballs were not on her mind right now. No, not FOOTballs... she was thinking about other balls. HIS balls. His cock. His groans and moans. Her grinding and swirling on top of him...
She realized her hands were under the over-sized shirt she was wearing. They were stroking and sliding between her pussy lips as her hips gyrated. She glanced quickly in his direction, both relieved and disappointed that he hadn't noticed. She really didn't want to interrupt his game, but she REALLY wanted him. Her own scent that was drifting up to her nose was making things worse. Then an idea hit her. Smiling evilly to herself, she made a decision and went back to the bedroom.
Still watching the game, he leans forward keeping an eye intently on the quarterback and what his team will do next. The couch moved on his left side and his mind did register that she was suddenly sitting down right next to him on the couch, but his eyes didn't leave the screen. He reached over and placed a hand on her knee, squeezing lightly.
"Hey babe, thanks again for the snacks. They were extremely delicious!" he said. "Where did you get-" he abruptly stopped. The scent of excited pussy filled his nose making his eyes widen and his nostrils flare out. Her finger was directly under his nose and sawing back and forth stirring up the molecules that would bring his attention to where she wanted it. He could feel the hot wetness that was being left on his upper lip and his tongue snaked out to taste.
"Oh, did you want to taste this?" she tauntingly asked. "Here, let me help you with that." He turned to look at her, the game forgotten. She was wearing the Bears girls-style jersey he had gotten for her last birthday she wanted. No shoes, no socks no pants or shorts. And from the look of it, no under shirt either, since her nipples were straining to tear right through the polyester material. Her hand was under the jersey, her eyes closed and obviously enjoying what she was doing.
Oh my God, I don't think she's wearing any panties under that jersey either. Fuck, that's hot!
His cock began to swell, as if to confirm this last statement. His breathing starts picking up and his heart is beating faster.
She pulls her hand out from under her jersey with a sigh. Two of her fingers are now very shiny and wet, literally dripping with her excitement. This whole situation was getting her hornier by the second.
"Your order, sir." She slides her two fingers into his mouth and his lips clamp onto them, trying to lick and suck every last drop off. His moans reach her ears, and she swears her pussy convulses just from the sound. "Since you aren't being a typical guy right now trying to kick me away so you can watch the game, I have a special treat for you. Best of both worlds. Don't move. Don't do anything. Let me take care of this." One of her hands cup the front of his pants and begins to massage, while the other takes his closest hand and shoves it under the jersey so he can feel the molten lava that is stirring there. The double innuendo isn't lost on him, but he didn't want to misinterpret.
"Best of both- I don't under- What do you mean?"