Delayed Reflection Pt 03 05

Part 3

Remorse was setting in at my choice of jeans instead of a skirt. I wouldn't be mad at a panty slide to the side and being bent over right now or lifted up against the wall and pounded to be honest.

For his turn he decided to go for my jeans next. Never straying his gaze from mine, and without fumbling he easily undid the only button and zipper. Did I mention these were skinny jeans? He had both hands wrapped around my waist, I'm sure he's noticed before my hips to waist ratio isn't even close so they certainly weren't going to just fall down.

His hands moved in a crisis cross pattern across my backside until they reached the base of my ass. A quick jiggle gave them some bounce and gravity help them land right back in his hands. He basically caught them on the downward trajectory and squeezed hard. He was back around my waist, but this time his fingers were gripping the inside of band of my jeans. He gave a tight to pull to get them down, but they barely moved more than an inch. The top of my black lace thong was just becoming visible.

His turn was going to last longer than I thought it would.

Realizing that this would take as much finessing and wriggling to get out of as he now imagined they took to get into, he changed his approach. With a little more deliberateness, he was getting them down and over my ass, caressing all the while. This method was making my pelvis sway forward bumping into his. Even in those few seconds I could still feel how hard he was. Now they were over my hips, the widest part of my lower body and sliding to the floor.

The pile of clothes in the hallway was mounting.

For a moment he stopped touching me and just stared at me, I could only hope this was in admiration but it made me feel naked even though I wasn't yet. The little space that had developed between us in that moment was quickly closed. He drew me to him with one hand on the small of my back, the other seemed to being showing the way to his kisses starting from my temple, to my cheek, to my lips, chin, and finally pausing at my chest.

Patience is not my strong suit.

All that was left was to do was clear the thin lacy last line of defense so to speak.

My turn. Again, not a competition but I intend to make my turn last just as long.

Part 4

The hallway seemed hot even though I was standing there in my bra and panty, him in his jeans still, an imbalance. Thankfully his weren't as tight as mine so it wouldn't take as long to get off.

Just like how I imagined it, I undid his belt, a little rougher than I needed to; he didn't sway as much as I did, he firmly stood his ground. Legs apart in a wide stance, pants sagging a little now but the belt was still in the loops. I debated continuing to remove it, to make sure it was someplace handy for later maybe like in my fantasy. But the top of his boxer briefs were showing and while following from there down with my gaze I could see his bulge and I wanted to see it all uninhibited. In one motion I undid his button and pulled down his zipper caressing his crotch simultaneously, his size was not going to disappoint. His jeans slowly slid down to show his muscular lean legs. He stepped out and took my hand and led me into his bedroom to leave an even amount of clothes in the hallway. His touch was light; he wasn't pulling me; it was an invitation and I now accepted without hesitation.

His room was dark, sun blocking drapes hung over the two large windows that faced the street but the light from the hallway gave some illumination. Queen size bed, dresser with a mirror, chair in the corner; ensuite bathroom off to the right.

He said into the darkened space, "Siri, play RnB Mix."

And she responded.

Then he said into the darkness, "Take off your bra, slowly." Guessing this instruction was for me now, I did.

Right strap, then left strap were lowered and resting halfway down my upper arm while I reached around and unhooked my D's. My bra fell to my feet, and my breasts were now displaying their fullness.

He watched me and I watched him, his eyes looked hungry.

Underneath the black lace panty was his meal, come eat me.

Part 5

I wasn't going to go to him, I've waited this long I can wait a little longer. He'll come to me, he'll cum on me.

He strode over, eyes still locked with mine his cock 9 inches in front of him.

Now his erection was in front of me, poking me, his hands gently pulled at the sides of my lace, the only thing left on me. Then his right hand moved to the front and continued to pull them down from the front with a very strong middle finger. When he reached the top of my entrance and parting my lips with his finger did a quick 180-degree clockwise rotation and stroking what felt like my pulsating clit. Naturally I parted my legs even more to give him full reign and the last line of defense I had finally dropped to the floor.

The years of anticipation all came to a head and he was using all of his digits now and I had to rest my head on his shoulder to steady my wriggling.

I was enjoying the fingering trying to focus on the now, but I started thinking about what I'd imagined. I lifted my head off his shoulder and pushed down on them instead.

And he lowered himself down my body, his tongue very deliberate with its path down the center of my body. In between my breasts, continuing to follow the treasure trail over and in my navel.

In my head I was screaming hurry up keep going so loud I thought he might have heard, but obviously not because he went even slower. I smiled to myself, I can't believe even now he's trying to spite me.

Now holding on to my buttocks with both of his hands he was on his knees and just like in my fantasy I rested my hand on the top of this almost clean-shaven head in guided him in. His tongue made first contact then his lips. There was licking, sucking, swirling and still some fingering and they worked together like a well-practiced dance.

I quivered, and shit was so good my knees buckled. It was a very ungraceful way to make our way to the bed but I didn't care I just wanted his head back where it was and his mouth wet with my pleasure.

I don't know how long he was down there for, I only noticed when he stopped to come up for air, but I was ready to explode. But I wanted to see beneath those boxers feel the hardness in me, hold it in my hands and taste him back now.

On his next pause he looked up and read my mind. I sat up and skootched back, my legs still open. He had enough room to be on his knees on the bed on front of me. Finally, the big reveal, I pulled down his boxers, and my excitement heightened even more.

It was like the movement of a panther stalking its prey he came over me one arm and then the next so he was straddling me but still not in me yet; I could only feel his tip teasing me.

We kissed gently, at first then harder with more intensity.

Unconsciously I was moving my hips already to the familiar motion, but I was still only feeling his tip and I wanted the whole shaft.

Did he want me to beg?

No that wasn't it, because he whispered in my ear "I want to enjoy you, and I want to make you cum."

Well shit then we both want the same thing! and I took it upon myself to wait no more. I wrapped my legs around his torso and once in position I took his manliness and guided it in.

It. Felt. Amazing.

Maybe it was all the years of buildup of what I imagined which can sometimes ruin the reality but thankfully that was not the case. Normally after a few minutes I would want to switch positions, but this simple missionary was doing it for me. He was in control and I liked that along with the varied angle, pace and depth.

Now that I had him, I wanted to taste him and enjoy him back.

And I did slowly, I heard his delight at my skills and use of my mouth and hands simultaneously. I felt his excitement and although it was our first time, we were pretty in sync. We heard new noises and felt new things physically and emotionally from each other.

I was straddling him riding top, hands clasped in each other's. He had a face full of hair, a mouth full of tits and when we finished, and we collapsed into each other. Hot, sweaty, sticky and spent.

Then it was quiet.

I got up stealing the top sheet for cover and went to the ensuite and used the towel he offered me to freshen up, and came out so he could use the bathroom.

There was a glass of Rye and ginger with 2 ice cubes on the nightstand waiting for me, very thoughtful. I brought it to my lips and the first sip went down so smooth. I had my head tilted back savoring the burn in my bare chest. Then I saw myself in his mirror. I stared hard, passed myself to the disheveled bed behind me. Then refocused back to myself in the mirror and blinked hard. I shot back what was left of my drink and placed the empty tumbler on the dresser.

While the water was running in the bathroom, I quickly found my clothes in the hallway, dressed and left.

Part 6

To be determined by time.