Note: My first ever public submission of erotic writing, though I have participated in some roleplaying. I hope it's enjoyable!
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Ron Miller was not a happy man. He was an average man. Being average, however, Ron often felt rather inadequate among above-average people. Being an accountant, however, meant that this shouldn't have been a common occurrence. Being engaged to Catherine Taylor, however, meant that it was.
Catherine was a stunning woman, by all accounts. Jet black hair, framing a light, delicate face, adorned by a small but prominent nose, big and bright green eyes, and a pair of irresistible pouty lips that made many a man wish they had made different choices. A thin long neck and a toned, luscious body followed, with long legs she had no trouble showing. Oddly, the one thing that this amazing woman was lacking, was a prosperous career. While Ron went off to college directly after school, Catherine decided to take a gap year and, as she liked to joke at dinner parties, she sort of lost track of time after that.
The worst part about this was that she knew the novelty of it would wear off sooner than she'd have liked. Ron was up for a promotion and he would only stand to rise higher after that. Eventually, even though he considered himself agonizingly average, he would realize that he had a fair shot with a woman that could contribute more than good looks and stellar sex. She had a job, of course, but nothing long term or very profitable. Catherine knew that she had to nail him down before he realized she wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. With her luck, this would happen before the wedding, and then she'd really be screwed. She loved Ron, more than anything, and she'd refuse to lose this man, no matter what.
After some careful consideration, Catherine knew exactly what she'd do. It would have to start with yoga. Not only did it turn her on more naturally than anything else, but she knew Ron loved her in her yoga outfit, but her scent had to be authentic. She couldn't fool him with that. After coming home from work, Catherine made sure to start an hour late, so as to be freshly done by the time Ron got home.
Spent as he was, Ron was excited to see Cat that night. He was excited to see her every night. She was the best part of his day, every day. Coming home, spending time with his gorgeous wife and doing it alone. What bothered him on this particular night, though, was that when he got home, Cat wasn't in the living room watching TV. He also didn't hear the shower, so she couldn't have finished late with yoga.
"Honey," he called out.
"I'm in the bedroom, sweetie," she called back, ruining his chance to follow with "I'm home". He decided to pick his battles on this one.
Putting down his things and removing his coat as he moved through the house, Ron couldn't help but notice the aroma hanging in the air. It smelled like...yoga. He smiled and felt his manhood twitch inside his trousers at the thought of her in those tight pants and a tank top, both accentuating her amazing body. Walking into the bedroom, he was greeted by just that. Splayed across the bed illuminated solely by candlelight, was his dream come true. Skintight grey pants hugged her ass and long legs crossed over each other, and her bright tank top clung to her upper body, a thin sheen of sweat coating her perky little breasts, hard nipples poking through.
She knew she had him the moment he spotted her. The look on his face made her even wetter than she was, the heat growing between her legs. Cat raised her hand and gestured seductively towards the bed. Ron approached on unsteady legs, clearly intoxicated by everything before him. As soon as he reached the foot of the bed, she went at him. Crawling towards Ron, Catherine raised her hands and unbuckled his belt, tugging it off around his waist and tossing it aside. He raised his hand up to her head, brushing her loose hair over her ear as she loosened his trousers and ripped them off. He stepped out of them as she yanked down his boxers and his semi-hard dick sprung free.
Catherine wasted no time, lowering her head to lightly lick the tip, careful not to touch too directly. Licking from the head with just the tip of her tongue, she traced a thin line all the way to the base, folding the back of her tongue flatly onto it and bringing her mouth down to trace kisses back to the head. She knew it drove Ron crazy when she teased him like this and didn't apply pressure to pleasurable areas. Licking lightly around the head again, she took him into her mouth suddenly.
Ron took a deep, sharp breath at this, encompassed by her warm mouth sucking hard on his member. As hard as she could suck and running her tongue rapidly over his head, overpowering his senses. He held his breath and opened his eyes to find her emerald pools staring up at him as the rough texture of her tongue rubbed hard and quick across his rapidly swelling cock. When it got hard enough, she started moving back and forth, wrapping her tongue around it and bringing her hand up to drag her nails across his tightened sack and then cupping it in her warm hand. She picked up the pace with her warm wet mouth, sucking back on his elongated pole, rubbing her hand more aggressively over his balls. She topped it off by beginning to moan on him.
When Ron's cock was at full hardness and he couldn't take it anymore, Catherine sucked back hard again as she dragged her mouth back and off of him. He pulled off his shirt as she did the same, her perky breasts free and out, and her flat tummy flexed and pulled inward as she straightened. Ron leaned forward and tucked his fingers into her pants, pulling them down and appreciating every inch of her flawless, gleaming legs as he did so. He smelled her scent as soon as her lower body was free. Ron put the pants aside and stood up straight to look at the amazing woman in front of him. She saw him staring and put her hands above her head as she lay there, stretching herself out and putting on a show, giggling when seeing his face.
