The rain thundered down on the windscreen of my car. I looked dismally up at the sky, trying to spy a break in the clouds, but I knew it was futile. This was a genuine downpour, a deluge that had no intention of letting me out of the car without soaking me to the bone. I made up my mind and knowing that it would be now or never, I opened the door and made a rush for it. Almost slipping on the wet terracotta steps I made it to our porch without major mishap. I turned back to look at the rain, crashing down on the tiles, each drop making its own miniature explosion. I turned my back on the inclement weather and slipped my key into the lock. I pushed the door open, slipped out of my shoes and went inside.
As my feet sank into the deep pile, wall to wall carpeting, I quickly closed the door behind me, locking the warmth in and the storm out. There was a warm glow around the room as the central fireplace crackled, emitting its warmth and enticing atmosphere. As the flames flickered, the shadows almost moved in time to Clayderman’s piano playing. She had put on her favourite music. I stopped momentarily to hear what was being played. ‘A Man and a Woman’. It was her romantic CD. A small shiver went down my spine in anticipation of what lay ahead for the evening. There was a faint scent of flowers in the air and I looked around the room. I saw two oil burners lit with a small spire of smoke emitting from each of them. I smiled to myself. She had already set the mood!
“Jackie!”
I called out her name and before I knew it she appeared in the room almost as if by magic. Wearing a jet black, pure silk caftan that I had bought for her from the Orient, she slowly and seductively walked towards me. Her beautiful face, carrying an aura of love and sensuality, almost lighting up the room in her radiance. Her shoulder length, dark brown wavy hair, softening her features, adding to her already outstanding beauty. She stood stock still in front of me and I marvelled at the wonder before me.
She put her hands on my waist and slowly lifted them up to the back of my neck. She went on tip-toes and moved closer to me, pushing her soft ample breasts to my chest. She placed her lips on mine and tenderly pushed her tongue. I could feel it prodding at my lips so I relented and gave her access to my own tongue. As our tongues collided like two slippery, sinewy snakes, she moved slightly, grinding her nipples against my chest. She let out a small sigh and I instinctively knew that she was highly aroused.
She put her head on my shoulder and I slipped my hand underneath her caftan, slowly gliding up her thigh. She gave a small squeal in my ear and her own hand jumped onto mine.
“Don’t be such a naughty boy,” she giggled. “There’ll be enough time for that later.”
Her hand slowly took mine away, but not before I managed to feel some material almost at the top of her thigh.
“Now go and have a hot shower and get out of these damp clothes, then come in here and make me feel special.”
I moved to say something but her finger was on my lips like a flash.
“Just do as I say,” she whispered, and slowly pushed me away from her.
Just before she was out of reach I leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. She turned me around and gave me a soft slap on my rear end.
“Go!” she softly said and sent me on my way.
I trudged to the bathroom, feeling ever so slightly let down. I knew that what lie in store would greatly out weigh any disappointment I felt right now. Her teasing only went to heighten the passion between us. She craved for me as much as I for her and ever since that fateful night when we first met, neither of us have been able to keep our eyes, or hands, off the other.
I opened the door to the bathroom and a wave of heat greeted me. I quickly slipped inside the door and out of my damp clothes. The blast from the shower tingled as it covered my body in hot water. I stayed in the shower a few seconds longer than I needed, just to gain the benefit of the heat.
I jumped out of the shower feeling absolutely thawed out, the cold rain, now deeply buried in my memory. I dried myself vigorously with a huge towel and still naked, I went to inspect my chin in the mirror. I ran the back of my hand over the stubble, felt the usual coarse sandpaper texture and knew it warranted a shave. I shaved quickly and looked around for my underwear. Jenny always had a habit of readying a fresh set of underwear for me. I looked for my boxers in the usual place, but instead of my normal underwear I found something I was totally unprepared for. I picked them up and gazed at them in curiosity. My boxers had somehow turned into skin tight, lycra ‘somethings’! I smiled and thought of Jackie. This was most certainly a new idea of hers. I put them on and looking at myself in the mirror, almost laughed out loud.
Wrapped in my black satin robe, I left the bathroom fully refreshed and as warm as toast. I walked into the living room and the sight that awaited me. Huge cushions had been strewn about the floor and my beautiful woman was lying down on them. Her eyes were closed as she listened to the soft instrumental music and her hand was inside her caftan on one of her breasts. She very softly and slowly was toying with her nipple. Although her breathing was regular, it was slowly becoming deeper and more pronounced. I knew that she was nowhere near to reaching an orgasm but she must have been in seventh heaven.
“Come and lie down near me darling,” she said to me, holding out her free hand, not stopping the movement off her breast.
She somehow felt my presence and without further hesitation, I went to gently lie down next to her. I placed my head on her shoulder and draped my arm over her tummy so as not to offer hindrance to her own movements. I slightly changed my posture and flicked her ear lobe with the tip of my tongue.
“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned her approval, “please keep going.”
Softly sucking and nibbling at her ear lobe I let my hand wander down to her legs. They were partially uncovered and I delighted in their silky smoothness. I slid my hand up and down her legs, only to stop at mid thigh and make the return journey downwards again. Not wanting to invade any of her plans I kept my distance from her pussy and let her take the lead. She would tell me what she needed all in her own good time.
Almost before the thought had materialised, she squirmed to my touch and removed her hand from her breast and slowly made her way down and tucked her hand inside her caftan, shill keeping it covered. With her other hand she put just enough pressure on the back of my neck to guide me towards her uncovered breast and awaiting nipple.
I gasped at the sight that awaited me. The peach camisole that she wore under her caftan could barely hide her aroused state. Her nipple was as solid as I had ever seen it. This was a complete surprise to me. I can normally tell how turned on Jackie is by the condition of her nipples. I think I can honestly say that I have never seen her nipples in such a state of excitement. Apart from being rock solid, it was enormous. I had underestimated just how aroused she was and I knew that tonight our sex would be explosive!
I uncovered her nipple and giving it a closer look I found it to be so dry that it was almost chaffed and tentatively lowered my mouth to it. I gave it a few quick licks and letting out a long drawn out sigh she pushed her chest higher, enticing me to take her nipple into my mouth. This I did and as I engulfed it with my lips, she pushed the back of my head to take as much of her miniature mountain and soft surrounding flesh into my mouth as I could.
I started sucking at her breast as a baby would suckle its mother for milk and before I knew it, she was writhing underneath me like a snake. This was so unlike her and I began to wonder what was happening to her. I suddenly remembered that she had lowered her hand to her pussy and she must have been having a field day down there. I slowly traced my hand up her legs, past her knees and along her thighs. I touched material and went on top of it going higher and higher in the direction of her pussy. I finally reach the zenith of my ascent, expecting to find her fingers deep inside her pussy. I was mistaken... they weren’t there. I moved my hand still further up and found her hand resting motionless on her mons.
Although I had not removed my mouth from her tit, my mind was not on the job at hand. She was too worked up, too horny from virtually no sexual activity. What was going on with her? She continued to writhe and wriggle underneath me.
“I’m going to cum soon my love,” she quietly moaned. “Suck me off with that long tongue of yours! I want you to eat my cunt!”
I still could not understand how she was so close to climaxing. Relinquishing my grip on her nipple I untied the belt to her caftan and slowly parted the material. She was wearing the French knickers that matched the camisole. She had thought to make my job a little easier. Today I would not have to remove her panties but just move them aside. I moved down and parted her legs. Her strong musky aroma greeted me as my face got closer to her. She opened her legs wider and I moved her knickers and gasped. There wasn’t one solitary hair on her normally bushy pussy… but it was not that that took my breath away.
I could see what seemed to be a wire going into her pussy and suddenly realised what she had done. I put my hand underneath the cushion that was next to her and my suspicions were confirmed as I touched the control box of her pulsating egg. While I was having a shower she had put the ‘egg’ inside her pussy and just relaxed and let the sensations overthrow her.
“Please hurry darling!” she softly whined, “I’m almost there, please lick my clit!”
I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and both her hands were now working on her milky white breasts.
“Ooooooooh!” she sighed and I suddenly made a dive for her glistening pussy knowing by her sigh that she was close climaxing. I could see her engorged clit protruding from underneath its protective hood. My tongue darted out and lashed at her love bud. She arched her back and pushed against my tongue. “Oooooh yes! Yes oh yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming now my love! Please don’t stop!”
She arched her back even more in the throws of her enormous orgasm. I suddenly changed tactics and instead of licking her, rolled her clitoris between my lips as she was suddenly inundated by wave after wave of passion as her pleasure consumed her. Screaming and shouting in her lusty guttural undertones she lost all self-control as her body spasmodically jerked and twitched involuntarily over and over again as she rose to even greater heights of orgasmic bliss.
