What Would You Do?

It's evening... you've had a long, hard day, grabbed something on the way home and now all you can think about is crashing on your bed until morning as the stress of the day wears on you. You walk in the door to see me waiting for you. A smile lights your face briefly then fades. You won't be good company you'll be tonight, but you're glad I'm there. You take me in your arms and kiss me, feeling some of the tension of the day melt from you. I respond with soft passion, tightly held emotion that hints of what lay just beneath the surface. You want to stand there a moment longer, but I pull away and direct you to the bathroom. You follow my directions and to your surprise is a nice hot bath waiting for you scented with some fragrance you don't recognize. Not flowery and feminine... spicy somehow. You like it.

After the bath you go to the bedroom where I'm waiting in a slightly see-through peach negligee. You haven't seen this one before. Although it intrigues you, you're still tired and you wonder just how well you'll be able to perform. The bath revived you somewhat, but the day still took a toll out of you. Still, there I am, waiting and looking so good to you. Maybe this is what you need after all.

You go to kiss me but I turn away and guide you to the bed and make you lie down on your stomach. A massage will surely put you to sleep, you're thinking. You try to resist, but I'm insistent. Well, if you fall asleep, you can always wake up again later. So you lie down obediently and wait for the massage to begin. You feel warm oil rubbed across your back and like the sensation and wait for me to work the knots out of your muscles. Soon you realize that this is not the relaxing massage you expected. Instead of kneading your muscles into submission, my fingers are trailing lines across your back, your legs, your shoulders, your arms. Your muscles are waking up. The light touch, the warm oil, the feel of my skin on yours has just the opposite effect on you. This is a massage like no other.

With your eyes closed, you're concentrating on following the path my hands take on your body. Feeling them as they lightly trail across your shoulders or smoothly glide down your buttocks to your inner thighs. Soon you're trying to anticipate where they'll go next, what I'll do next. You hardly notice what I'm doing with my mouth, my body. As I kiss the back of your neck my hands glide across your hips. I press my breasts into your shoulders and move my hips slowly against your buttocks as my fingertips tickle down your ribs. The sensations make you quiver as you wait for my next move.

Suddenly I turn you over on your back. You're ready and waiting for me. So you think. You reach up for me, but I push you back. I haven't said a word yet. This is my time. My turn to please. My turn to tease. You want me, but you'll wait to see what I have in store next. You lie back and I place a cloth along your eyes. It isn't tied. You'll have to lie still if it's to remain in place. That's going to be hard. Still, you try to kiss me when you feel my face near you but all you feel are my fingers on your lips gently pushing your head back down. You can wait, you think. For a little while.

I put your hands under your head and you comply with that as well. You're intrigued and want to find out what I have in mind. You feel me kiss your lips softly, gently. I lick your lips, tasting you, but when you try to respond in kind, I pull away. Oh. You have to wait. Okay. Gently I move down to your chin, kissing, licking as I go. Flicking my tongue across your chin I move to your neck, you start to stretch up, but I move your head back into place. No moving? At all? This is harder than you thought. The temptation to reach up, grab me and kiss me passionately is strong but you can still wait though you feel yourself tense as you fight the desire to respond.

I move down to your collarbone and kiss and lick along the collarbone then down your chest to your nipple. There is a pause as I run one finger along your nipple. The sensation is almost a shock. You gasp as it runs through you. It's not something you expected. Then you feel me give a quick nip to your nipple. You gasp again. There was a moment of slight pain, but it was followed quickly by my tongue darting in and out on your nipple. It's almost enough to make you break your invisible bonds. Not quite, but almost. Then when I take your nipple in my mouth and play with it with my tongue, you finally do break away, grabbing my hair and moaning. I don't stop as I pull your hands away and place them back at your head. You moan again. Quickly I sit up and look at you with a smile. Whatever it is I'm doing, this is nowhere near the end. You groan in agony and expectation. Still holding your hands I kiss you on the mouth passionately, giving you a brief respite from all the tempting and teasing. Eagerly you kiss me back, taking in as much of me as you can in that space of time I give you.

I pull away gently and put your hands back under your head. Again I kiss you, but lightly, with a smile. I leave the blindfold off and this time you wonder if you weren't better off with it on. I return to your nipple, but I pay little attention to it. This time I position myself over your cock so I can rub my clit on it easily. Then, sitting up, I remove the negligee. Another moan from you and, as you moan, I rock back and forth rubbing my clit on your hard cock while I run my fingertips down your ribs.

Just as you're about to grab me again, I move away and move down to your cock. Oh, how you want to watch. You want to watch me take your cock in my mouth and suck it. I kiss the tip of it and flick my tongue on the head but I don't take it in right away. I take in the head and suck for a moment then I let it out and run my tongue down the shaft. It's too much. You can't sit idly by any longer. You move your hands away from your head and down to my shoulders. I run my tongue down the shaft to your balls and play with them for a moment. Then, to your surprise, I take one in my mouth and suck on it gently. You arch your back up in wonderful surprise. I let go before you can lose control and take your cock into my mouth. It doesn't matter that I can't take it all in, the sensations are enough that you don't need me to take more.

As I come up from sucking you, you decide you can't take any more. You want me. Now. You turn me over and plunge into me softly, gently, deeply. I wrap my legs around your waist and whisper in your ear, "I want you." That's enough. You want me, too. Badly. But you want this to last so you start slow, letting it build, hoping to take me to the peaks I've taken you. As you listen to my moans and feel my fingers digging into your back, you realize that I'm as ready as you are. As you withdraw, my vagina muscles squeeze gently but as you plunge in, they relax. The rhythm coming faster and faster. I'm ready. I'm going to cum now.

Matching my rhythm, you move with me, we're sweating and moaning. Kissing and licking. Holding each other as we build to a climax. Then, explosively, it happens. Together we orgasm and hold our bodies still, frozen in time as it happens. After, we enjoy the little explosions that follow, kissing and falling into each other's arms to wait until we're ready to go again.