You arrive home from work tired from your long day. All you can think about is a hot shower and a cold pint. Your curious as you enter the house. Having seen the strange car with out of state plates in the drive. You shrug it off and head to have your shower. As you near our bedroom you hear the giggles and soft feminine moans. The door is ajar slightly so you quietly step to see what is going on. On the king size bed you see us. Our lips are locked in a deep passionate kiss. Her long hair draped across my breasts. Her hands entwined in my hair. She pulls back my head as her lips move down over my neck. Her pink tongue swirling, causing the moans that had drawn you. You feel your cock begin to swell at the sight of us. You move your hand down to rub your swelling shaft. You're frozen to the spot unable to do anything but watch.
You see her rise slowly from the bed. She pulls me to a standing position and moves behind me to unzip my dress. You watch as the dress falls slowly to the floor. That body you helped to create now in full view. You watch as she slips her hands up over my flat stomach to my breasts. She flicks the front closure of the bra, drawing it back slowly over my shoulders. My full pink tipped up thrust breasts now in your full view. You suck in your breath to cover a whimper as she rolls my pink nipples in her fingers. You bite at your lips as they become long and hard as stone. She whimpers as she steps in front of me. She dips her head and pulls one of my hard nipples into her mouth. She slips her hand down over my firm heart shaped ass, her fingertips sliding up and down the crack. I moan and arch my breasts into her mouth as she sucks and nips at the hard nipples.
Unable to hold back your passion at this sight you let out a whimper. We both turn to the door wide smiles on our faces. Knowing you would be home just as we planned. She walks slowly over to you, taking your hand and drawing you to stand beside me. She stands on her tiptoes to kiss your cheek. "Failte," she says, her voice a soft thick Gaelic brogue. "I am Erin."
You look to me, your eyes wide as if you can't remember how to use words.
"Blair," I whisper reminding you of your name with a giggle.