My girlfriend and I had been together for quite a few months now. So far it had been great, and it hadn't taken long before we were ripping each other's clothes off, hungrily looking for each other's flesh. So over these months, my girlfriend had learnt about my panty fetish. I can't help it! Something about a girl standing there in nothing but her panties...it's absolutely gorgeous. Anyway, she liked to exploit this from time to time and last Friday evening turned out to be one of those times.
My girlfriend is called Lucy; she's a brunette, with her hair flowing down just past her shoulders. She's average build but has a great pair of 32DD tits that are very fun to play with! Like I said, things were going great with us and we both knew what buttons to press with the other and last Friday was no exception.
It had been a busy day at work, I wasn't stressed out, but I wasn't in the greatest of moods either. Lucy read my mood the second I walked in the door. She headed over to the fridge and handed me a beer.
"Long day?" She asked.
"Just things not working out well"
"Well baby, just sit down, put the TV on and relax."
I smiled and went over to kiss her, "You know, I can't say no to you." She kissed me back and went off into the kitchen. I turned round and headed towards the sofa.
"Oh baby?"
"Yeah?"
"Just so you know..." She pulled down the top of her jeans slightly and revealed a little section of pink lace French knickers.
I closed my eyes and let out a little moan. "What have you got those on for?" I asked, grinning, with a look saying 'I know exactly why you have them on but I want you tell me anyway'.
"Just for later...You'll see" She gave the devilish smile she can do which still sends a little shiver down my spine. She had been plotting something; that much I could tell.
"I see...am I allowed a little more now?" I asked, knowing my day was getting better as the seconds past.
"No. Later you can, but for now you're just going to have to sit tight with the knowledge I have these on" Lucy replied, still with that devilish smile.
The problem I faced, which Lucy knew all too well; was that underwear, along with the matching bra, was my favourite out of everything she had. I resigned myself to the sofa and put the TV on. I tried to act sulky but couldn't help a grin forming every time Lucy looked at me. We watched a film, put on dinner and passed the evening away chatting about each other's days, how work was going. This was something I always liked about me and Lucy; we were relaxed with each other with anything, sexual or non-sexual. Even so that didn't stop me from inquiring as to whether I was allowed to see any more of her underwear. Of course each time I received a no, with a smile and a kiss though. Darkness crept up and we put the lights on and closed the curtains.
Lucy walked over to me and without saying a word pulled her top off, revealing her tits pushed up in this gorgeous bra. Instantly there were stirrings between my legs.
Lucy looked and said "I thought that would get your attention."
She straddled me and looked at me with her deep blue eyes, knowing she had me well within her grasp. She leant down and kissed me, immediately sparks flying as her tongue pushed against mine almost inviting me to kiss harder. Our arms crept round each other and before we knew it we were moaning gently as our kisses became rougher. Suddenly pain ripped though my lower lip. However less than a second later this turned into pleasure. I couldn't help but moan louder as Lucy pulled my lower lip out with her teeth. That set my breathing harder, and I pulled back on her lip. I got a loud moan in return for it and more aggressive kissing.
We started grinding, Lucy pushing her pussy against my cock as much as she could. We pulled back from each other slightly and started dry humping, both of us getting louder with our moans as we got more and more horny.
