At the sound of the doorbell, I rush to answer it dressed in a light slinky dress that hugs my body, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The dress a soft floral matched by a pair of black thigh-high stockings. Underneath, the tiniest of thongs that barely covers my sex and wouldn't cover much but the smallest tuft of fur, if I had any fur. Its an outfit I know he likes, his comments on it the last time I wore it pointed and direct.
Opening the door, his smile matches mine. As he passes through the doorway, we embrace. Our kiss sure and open, both of us confident of where this day will lead.
Taking his hand, I lead him inside to the living room. Turning to face him, I ask if he would like anything.
Shaking his head, "No, not right now. You really look amazing in that dress."
I feel a slight blush rise on my cheeks even though I knew how much he appreciated this outfit when I decided to wear it and I give his fingers a squeeze in thanks. Fingers that return the pressure and pull me back into his arms.
We kiss now long and slow, the fingertips of my right hand caressing the nape of his neck as our lips and tongues explore each other's mouth. His arms around me hold me firmly and I feel his cock thicken and press against my belly. The thin material of my dress no challenge for my nipples as they likewise rise and jab into his chest.
There's no rush to our kisses even as our desire blossoms from the wet warmth of our mouths. His hand drifts down my back and massages the flesh of my ass, pulling me closer still. Its an action that makes my pussy melt and I issue a small moan in response.
His cock throbs against my belly, or maybe I'm just imagining it, but it calls to me in any event. To check it, I push my left hand in between us and press my palm over it until I'm certain of its size and girth. Loving that he is so erect and obviously so ready.
Our kisses becoming deep, tongues battling and chasing each other. He pushes his into my mouth and I suck on it, knowing the effect it has on him. Sucking so hard on his tongue as my hand tries to wrap around his cock even though his slacks won't allow it. Fingers tightening around the long lump and pulling on it.
The phone rings and we both ignore it, not pausing in our embrace until it has grown silent as the answering machine clicks on. That click followed by another, no message left.
I release his tongue and cock together, both hands holding his face now. I kiss his lips and look in his eyes. "I want to fuck you."
His low deep moan sends another wave of liquid heat through my cunt, augmented as his hands lift me by my ass so he can kiss me again. A kiss born and full of the desire and lust running between the two of us.
