I wrote this years ago for a partner of mine. I'll be doing a bit of editing but the story is mostly untouched other than changing things to protect the innocent, and even those who aren't.
A soft, dreamy kiss gently pulls me from my sleep. As soon as my lips start to glide along yours, kissing back softly but hungrily, you break the kiss and step back.
I had kept my eyes closed trying to prolong the kiss but slowly open them to find you in your white floral peasant dress. It's light, fresh, happy, and kind of reminds me of springtime. It fits the inner you as well as your shapely body, and has always been one of my favorites. I love how it exposes your shoulders and is cut low enough to show your chest, some of the swell of your breasts, and leaves just enough of your legs bare to be flirty. You smile and run your fingers through my hair and request I wear a skirt today.
As you turn and walk from the room I say to your retreating form "Good morning Darling, happy birthday, I love you." Stretching, I feel the silky sheets slide along my skin, causing little tingles all over before I roll out of bed.
I quickly slip on a pink g-string with a heart on the front, the short little red dress you bought me long ago that I know you like, and the black heels I seem to always wear these days.
When I came out of the bedroom your eyes sweep me from head to toe and back, causing a smile to come to your face. Putting your hand out as if you want something makes me ask "What?" I'm not sure why but I'm starting to get fidgety, suspecting you're up to something.
You smile "That's not exactly a skirt, but it'll do just fine, and you know how much I like that dress." You wiggle your fingers "Gimme the panties, Love."
I blush madly, knowing that it's going to be one of THOSE days. The days where you show me the most wonderful, sexy, fun things. I start to tremble inside, wondering if it shows outside too. Reaching under my dress I slide the waistband over my hips and down. I feel my nipples harden, my body tingle, and naturally I'm already well on my way to being wet. We've had our moments of playtime. You can't orgasm with me, you never figured out how to share that and not violate your own code of ethics, and it's fine with both of us.
You smile at me. Looking at the tiny garment in my hand, your brown eyes soft and loving as they look down into mine "Nervous, Love?"
My fingers play with the slippery material before I finally hand them over "A little, more excited than anything. Though at the moment it feels more like it's my birthday than yours."
You reach for my hand, eyes sparkling and lead me to the kitchen. Handing me a clear bottle that I notice has no label you say "You can drink that on the way to breakfast." You give my hand a tug as you head to the door.
I gulp, my mouth going dry, my cheeks flushing even more "Aaabbbbyyyyyyy..." To say I'm surprised would be like saying that I merely like you... No panties is blushy material, but I've got a really good idea what's in this bottle as I open the seal and start to drink.
I'm in a daze all through breakfast. You ordered for both of us, and though I seem to recall there was quite a bit more food than normal, I couldn't say what it was, or where you took us. Is the back of my skirt going to be stained when I get up? Maybe I should have sat my bare little butt on the seat instead and just left a wet spot... Either way, I'm going to wind up embarrassed. I look at you, and you know exactly what you're doing, you planned the whole thing, and I love you dearly for it.
When we get home, you take me to the bedroom and I watch you bunch the skirt of your dress up around your waist exposing your lovely legs. I'm kind of surprised, usually you wear stockings or thigh highs, something to adorn those lovely legs. But not today. Today they're bare, just an expanse of delicious skin that I want to kiss, and nibble... You sit on the bed, spread your legs, and pat your left thigh "Straddle."
Your smile is all the incentive I need. I sit, legs folding under me on the bed beside yours, my mound and bottom resting on your warm, smooth thigh, my inner thighs pressing against your leg.
"Go on, you know what a horny little thing you are." Your eyes sparkle and your voice is light and so happy "I love you... Rub against me, but don't you dare cum!"
It's getting harder for me... I want this. I want to share. I want to be sexy with you, but it's so one sided, or feels like it now. Can I kiss you? The lines of what I can do without causing you stress, for doing something so wonderful for me are so blurry at times. I nibble on my lip and start to merely shift my weight, pressing further forward, then back, not even enough to be seen but your smile tells me you feel it. I feel like I've been on edge for hours... Maybe I have, when exactly did you start this with a simple kiss? What time was it? WHO CARES??? I laugh at myself for having rational thoughts at the moment and not merely existing in the here and now. My eyes close a little, the heat building inside me, my hips starting to roll more noticeably now. I can feel the slickness I'm leaving on your thigh, and blush.
Your hands rub my thighs and you smile at me, whispering "Good girl." Oh how I love to hear that from you, it makes me so happy...
"Are you my little slut, Love?"
I fidget and look down to your chest, but nod. It's not an ugly word, the way we use it at times like this. It's more of a naughty word for sexy, naughty, or playful. Maybe all of those at once.
"Then show me. Go ahead... I love you."
I look down into eyes filled with love. I want to feel your hands all over me, but can't ask. I don't want to chance messing up what we have by being greedy for more, and more, and more. I take a deep breath, my body tingling all over. Little shivers run up my spine and as I let out my breath, I also let myself go and start to grind against your thigh. I want to touch you... Kiss, hold... But I keep my hands to myself.
"There she is, there's my slutty good girl." I can see the happiness in your eyes. My hands move, fidgeting around my tummy, wanting to touch... Your simple nod is enough encouragement and I slide my hands up the front of my dress. My fingers instantly find my nipples through the material. Arching from my arousal and pinch, my back arches as I grind against you. I suddenly realize I'm lost in my pleasure, head tilted upwards, and eyes closed... I've lost you. I want to share this with you so I force my eyes open and head to tilt down so I can see you to share the pleasure you're giving me. I'm getting so close now, and want to take you with me to experience that wonderful sensation as I fall over the edge into orgasmic bliss. At that moment my tummy gurgles, my body freezing in position. I feel a large shift inside me, and I remember what I drank what seems like a lifetime ago.
You look at me and giggle "Something wrong, Love?" Then you pout adoringly at me "Awwww, you forgot all about my special present already? We were having so much fun, do you really want to stop now?"
I WHINE in protest, my own little fetish is now standing solidly between me and the orgasm my body desires so badly. My voice is faltering, shaky "Maybe..." I work my overheated sex against your leg but your hands come to my hips and hold, causing me to still.
"Don't you dare! I told you no cumming. And if you have an accident on me, I'm NOT going to be happy."
My whine turns into a long, drawn out groan of protest. I know it's merely a delay... The play will go on, and it'll be better, but it's so hard to get this close and back away. I wrap my arms around you and hug you tightly, feel your arms encircle me, and hold me close as you whisper "I love you." yet again.
"I love you too."
"Do you need to go potty?"
