Victoria had been taking the glassware from within the china hutch, wrapping each glass carefully, and then placing them in the corrugated packing crate, designed for moving and she was getting hot and sweaty. She wished Woody would hurry up and get here. They had a lot of boxes to pack and store in the U~Haul before nightfall. They were going to be heading out from Massachusetts to return to Woody's home state of Texas within the next week.
When the knock on the door echoed in the small entryway by the door, Victoria jumped, nearly dropping the glass. Still clasping the glass, she scooted across the Dining Room and Living Room carpets, and sprinted down the stairs, to unlocked the front door to admit Woody.
"You're la..", she started to say but the words died in her throat.
She was about to tell Woody that he was late, when he held out some Sterling Silver roses to Victoria.
"I stopped to get you these, cause I know they're your favorite rose, out of all the ones you like", he stated quite simply, and giving her a disarming, sheepish grin.
Victoria threw her arms around Woody's neck, kissing him quite soundly on the lips, letting the tip of her tongue trace along the outline of his full upper lip, which you couldn't really see due to the thick mustache he wore.
"Oh, Woody," she breathed quietly, and nestled her nose into a fragrant blossom and inhaling deeply, uttered, "They're beautiful! Thank you!"
"I'm sorry," she continued, "Come on in, I'm in the Dining Room, trying to pack all the stemware in the box provided."
With that, Woody closed the heavy front door and locked it. He knew Victoria didn't like people just entering through the front door ~ even if there were others who shared the house with her. There was one other female in the house, Erica, and she didn't like unexpected visitors either.
Victoria kept up a running commentary as she went into the kitchen to find a vase for the roses. Their frangrance was already permeating the house, and it was beginning to smell like her mother's garden back home. Woody followed the sound of Victoria's voice, until he came to the door into the Kitchen that led off the Dining Room.
Upon entering the Kitchen, he stopped dead in his steps. There was Victoria, rummanging under the sink, bent over one of the underthesink cupboard doors, with her ass almost in his face. He was totally unprepared for this luscious sight. His palms were suddenly very sweaty and he wanted to feel Victoria's ass cheeks, soft and pliable in his grasp, and to hear her moan as his entire length rammed her tight little hole, repeatedly. He wanted her, and he wanted her now!
Woody was brought up short by another sensation; that of feeling his 8 inch cock starting to swell with mounting desire for Victoria. God! How he wanted to sink his shaft between those round cheeks. He was so lost in his thoughts that he wasn't aware of Victoria emerging the victor from her rummangings under the sink with the vase in her hand. Victoria was about to say something to Woody, when she noticed the oh so very evident bulge down the left leg of his pants.
Victoria couldn't stop herself from staring and suddenly wondering what it would feel like to find her suddenly wet pussy impaled on that obvious bulge. She was unaware that her breathing had changed pace or that her breasts were heaving in sudden desire, until she felt a hand against her ass cheek pressing the seam of her jeans deliberately into her crack. The pressure was gentle, yet firm; leaving her no doubt of where Woody's thoughts were. She looked up to find Woody's intent gaze fixed on her breasts. The pressure of his hands increased and now one was pressing the seam at the front of her jeans against the lips of her throbbing, wet, pussy. Victoria barely had time to place the vase down on the counter, before Woody was scooping her up in his arms.
"Where is your bedroom?" he growled low against her ear.
"Down the hall, on your right, next to the bathroom," she replied.
Woody was very close to running down the hall, holding Victoria in his arms, so urgent was his need to bury his cock inside her. He could smell her arousal through her jeans and he wanted to bury his face, his tongue and/or his cock deep within it. He reached her room and the door to it, and was through it in record time. He walked the short distance to her king size bed and dropped her in the middle of it, went back, locked the door, and returned to the bed, crawling onto it until he was on his hands and knees, straddling her beneath his legs. Woody lowered his body to Victoria's until he could feel her heat and dampness through her jeans. He rubbed his arousal against her throbbing mound, making her groan in desire.
Raising himself up onto his knees, he reached for the button on Victoria's jeans, undid it and then slid the zipper down. He backed off the bed, briefly, and pulled her jeans from her lower body. It was just as he has suspected. She wore nothing beneath the jeans, she was bare inside them. Her pussy was exposed to him, and the scent of her arousal much more pungent then even through her jeans. With a groan, he pulled her toward him until she was near the edge of the foot of the bed, with her legs draped over his shoulders. Their gazes locked as he started to lower his upper body and face toward her waiting pussy with its thatch of light bush. The hair around it glistened with beads of her nectar. He hands were acting on their own. They were already spreading her lower lips apart and a finger was idly slipping up and down her waiting wetness. He never broke eye contact as he lowered his face those last few inches and his mouth latched onto those wet lips and his tongue ran across the engorged, swollen clit.
Victoria gasped at the initial contact of Woody's tongue with her swollen clit and squirmed with delight as she felt a finger slide within her wet pussy, hearing the squishing noise her juice made as his finger fucked her pussy, first fast; and then slow. Driving all the way to the end of his finger and withdrawing almost to just between the nail and the first knuckle. She squirmed as his tongue joined his finger. She wanted more from him now. But she didn't know quite how to tell him. So she opted to show him.
"W-W-Woody?" she finally managed to find her voice, unaware that she'd lost it. She got no response. She tapped him on the shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked at her, slowly taking his mouth from the sweetness he was so busy lapping and licking. She tasted so sweet! Even sweeter than he'd thought she would.
"Woody? Let's take a shower. I'm hot and sweaty from packing and moving, but I want to be sweeter smelling for you. May we go take a shower?"
