by Ella Hilton
I felt as he brought his head down into my hair, and began to kiss it as his touched got lighter, and his hands moved from my shoulders to my upper arms. His fingers lightly brushed up against my breasts as he kept up his massaging.
I moaned lightly as I felt his fingers graze the sides of my breasts, and leaned back further into him. I could feel his manhood growing against my bottom and that heightened my senses of what was going to happen. But to my surprise he backed away from me.
I turned around and looked at him, the shock clearly painted on my face. He smiled at me; "you better get dinner done." Is all he said before leaving the kitchen. I looked after him, my expression of shock changing into one of anger and frustration. I finished dinner but didn't eat much of it. He helped himself to seconds, and to me it seemed as though he had forgotten about the whole ordeal that had happened in the kitchen.
I went to bed that night but couldn't sleep again. I was frustrated sexually and mentally. I didn't want to have to play games with Chris and I wouldn't stand for him to play games with me. He either wanted it or he didn't and if he didn't want it he needed to keep his hands off of me. I had every intention to tell him that in the morning.
I heard my alarm go off and rolled out of bed. I always got up at least an hour before Chris to shower before he got up to use the bathroom but I was in for a surprise this morning. As I walked out of my bedroom, not throwing on a robe over my little nightgown, I saw him in the hall. He was still wet from the shower he had taken and completely naked.
I stood there staring at his body. He wasn't very muscular but the muscle he did have fit his body nicely. I didn't focus too much on all of his body, mainly his cock. He must have been thinking some very pleasant thoughts in the bathroom for it stood out proud from his body. I flushed as I began to have thoughts of my own, thinking about how I'd like to have that cock inside of me. I cleared my throat and hurried into the bathroom.
I began to shower, trying not to think of the way Chris had looked in the hall but it wasn't working. The more I tried not to think about it the more I did. I decided that when I went back to my room I'd have to do something about my frustration.
As soon as I turned off the water I heard the bathroom door open. There stood Chris, still naked. I jumped back, trying for a minute to cover my body with the towel. He said nothing as he came closer, taking the towel from my hand and starting to dry me off.
He went slow trailing the towel gently over my body. I stood there quivering hoping that he wouldn't back up this time. He brought his mouth close to mine, and barely touched my lips with his as he dropped the towel and his hands began to explore my body.
He cupped my full breasts in his hands, as his lips pressed harder on mine and our tongues began to intertwine. I moaned as I felt his fingers begin to gently pull and twist my nipples. My juices had all ready began to flow down my legs, and I thought to myself that if he stopped now I'd have to attack him.
His hands moved from my breasts, gently gliding down my sides and around to my butt. He gave my cheeks a tight squeeze before lifting me out of the shower and bringing me to him.
I wrapped my legs around him as he held me. I felt his cock run across my slit and my body shook at the contact. He carried me into his room and laid me on the bed, our position never changing. I wouldn't let my legs down, fearful that he was going to back away again.
Slowly he pushed is cock into my aching pussy, and I cried out as I felt every inch gently slide deep into my womanhood.
He began his kisses again, delicately touching my lips before moving to my cheeks, and eyes. He kept up his slow rhythm in our lovemaking. Never thrusting in very deep or hard but letting me feel ever inch of his cock slip in and out of me.
I was swooning, my head swimming in my passion. I felt like I was flying as he pumped his cock so gently into me. I began to orgasm, my moans growing louder, my back arching up to meet him as my pussy tightening around him.
I looked at him and saw a smile come across his face as my pussy tightened around his dick. He began to push deeper but kept the slow movements. His smile turned to a look of bliss as he too began to cum. I felt him release inside of me and tightened my grip around his dick even more. He let out a long low sigh as he gave me his seed.
When he was finished he pulled out and kissed me softly once more before getting up to get ready for work. I lay there for a while, remembering everything again before getting up myself. I was happy that he hadn't turned from me again, and decided the reason for last night was that he wasn't sure if I had really wanted him or not.
At work we acted towards each other as we always had, not wanting the other people that worked there to know that I was "banging the boss." That would be too much for this small town to handle. But later that day Chris called me into his office for what I thought would be a regular meeting.
I came in and he shut and looked the door. He came up behind me and turned me around kissing me roughly as he did so. He ran his hand up my skirt and quickly pulled down my panties.
"Chris! Not here, what if someone needs to talk to you? I don't want anyone to find out yet!"
"Fuck them Lana. I want you and I'll have you whenever I want to. This town needs some excitement anyway."
My will was not strong and I said nothing more as he began to run his finger along my clit. With one hand he undid his pants and pushed me back onto the desk. He came to me, and rammed his cock deep inside my cunt. He began to fuck me harder than I had ever been in my life. It took all I had to not scream out as he drove his cock in deep.
"I love your cunt Lana. It's so tight and feels so good wrapped around my cock." He whispered in my ear.
I was a little taken back at the forceful way he took me now opposed to the gentleness of that morning but I had to admit it was great. I had never before talked during sex so it surprised me even more to hear what came out of my mouth next.
"I love the way you fuck me Chris. I could have your cock in me all day long!"
He said nothing to that but the look that came across his face showed his approval of what had just escaped me.
I bite down on my lower lip as I began to cum. I could feel the screams of passion wanting to come from me but I couldn't let loose in the office. My body thrashed against his as my juices began to flow from me, bathing his cock in my cream.
"Are you cumming for me Lana?"
"Oh God yes! Yes I'm cumming for you Chris! It feels so good." I said through clinched teeth.
"Good Baby, I'm glad I make you feel good. It won't be long before I cum. I want you to swallow it. I want to feel your mouth around my cock as I cum."
I moaned louder, it had been a long time since I had tasted cum and I had to admit I missed the taste.
"Now Lana, I'm going to cum now!"
I hurried off the desk and dropped to my knees, taking the head of his cock into my mouth and sucking hard on it. He grabbed hold of my head as he began to cum. I felt the first squirts of his cum hit my tongue and moaned at the taste. I sucked him deeper into my throat; I didn't want one single drop of his cum to escape my mouth. I drank it all down greedily, savoring the salty thick taste.
He pulled me to my feet after he was spent and kissed me before sending me back to work. As I left he gave me a spank on the bottom and smile. I smiled back and shook my finger at him for the swat.
It has been five years since that first day we made love and we are still as happy as anyone could be. We made it known after a year that we were going to be married and the town had it's biggest party of the year four months later when we took our vows.
I still sometimes watch the sun come up over the horizon but now it's because the baby needs to eat and I sit in that old rocking chair remembering the events that brought her father and I together as the sun welcomes the new day with it's light.
The End.
A Summer Day
We are at your house and have the place to ourselves; your kids ar
e out with friends and not coming back until late. It's hot and we've been out most of the day working on the garden and shopping. As we enter the house you call to me, "Honey, why don't you relax for a little while I take a shower. With sudden inspiration, I take your hands.
"Jen, we need to have an important talk." You look at me with uncertainty, wondering what I am up to.
"Do you remember the water restrictions from a couple years ago? Those are becoming more and more common around the country. Water is a precious resource that must be conserved. I don't want to preach, but maybe you should try to think of ways to conserve water more? Any little step you, we, can take could be important over time." I am able to get most of this out with a straight face.
With only the slightest grin you ask, "Should we conserve water by showering together?" "That's a very intriguing idea, you have, Ms. Jones," smiling as we walk hand in hand to the bathroom.
As we enter the bathroom I begin to unbutton my shirt, but you stop me." Allow me!" You unbutton my shirt, and slide it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. You then grab the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it over my head, your red nailed fingers running thru the soft, dark hairs on my chest, trailing along my middle aged belly, you place your hands on my chest stroking and pulling at my hardening nipples. I moan, 'my turn!'
Pulling your shirt over your head, I place it on atop of mine. I turn you around and unhook your brassiere, sliding the straps down over your shoulders, joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Pulling you back to my chest, I reach around you and begin to massage your breasts, the weight and firmness of the olive toned orbs filling my outsized hands, the thick sepia toned nipples pushing into my palms. I reach down, unsnap your shorts and pull them down your curvy, supple hips. You kick them off and into our pile.
You turn around, kiss my chest, undo my belt, my shorts and unzip me...being careful of my growing erection. Biting your lip and looking up at me with a sexy alluring smile, you slide my boxers down exposing my thick erection to the air, your red nails trailing along its length making me shiver with anticipation. With a growl, I reach down and grab the waistband of your silky smooth panties and yank them down.
As I straighten up I say, "We'd better get in the shower before we get carried away." You agree and you turn on the water, waiting while you adjust the temperature. I move up behind you and rub your bum, my caressing and spanking of your pliant yet yielding derriere causing you to jump and let out a yelp while adjusting the shower. Finally the temperature is just right and you hop in and turn to me and ask, "Aren't you coming?"
I put your head under the stream of water and find the shampoo. While I'm getting the shampoo and just beginning to lather up your hair, you are stroking my turgid cock. I realize that I will have a hard time concentrating on shampooing so I turn you around pulling you back into my chest, my fingers shampoo and massage your head.
I know I always find it somewhat luxurious to have someone else shampoo my hair and finger my scalp. There's something erotic and relaxing about the feeling of fingers massaging the scalp. So I try to treat you to that luxuriousness and work on your head massaging around your temples, all over the top and then around the back of your head concentrating on working my fingers over your scalp. Your moaning in delight and rubbing your sexy bum against my cock is keeping it, (and me), at attention. After I finish, you get back under the water and we rinse the soap out of your hair.
You turn me around and have me sit on the bench in your shower. You bring the hand held part of the showerhead over and wet down my hair returning the favor by giving me a shampoo and head massage. It's wonderful and at times you pull my head to your chest and I'm able to lick your breasts and tease your nipples while you're massaging my head. Eventually you finish and rinse the lather out of my hair.
I start to get up and you push me back down onto the seat. Grabbing the soap you lather my chest, rubbing my nipples. After rinsing you put your lips on my wet nipples and kiss and lick and start to bite using your teeth to pull on them, making me moan. As you are working on my nipples with your teeth, your hand picks up the soap and you begin to wash my still erect penis. The lazy stroking motion of your soap slick hand makes me moan and start to breathe faster.
After working up some suds, you wash the length of my straining member. You seem to pay particular attention to its head washing all around from front to back, my hips rocking back and forth in time to your stroking. You take one of your hands and gently soap and massage my balls. After I'm good and clean you take the showerhead and rinse me off. I again start to rise and you again push me back to the seat.
You grab a towel from outside the tub and toss it on the floor in front of me. With a devilish, seductive smile you kneel down. Taking my cock in one hand and my balls in the other you gently massage my balls and you stroke my penis with your other hand and then lower your head to the tip. Using your tongue you soak up the precum gathering at the top. You look up and smile as you wrap those full sexy lips around my cock, causing me to let out a gasping moan.
You again lower your head, wrapping your full lips around my glans. You use your tongue and swirl over the tip, moving your mouth and licking the length of my penis like it was a lollypop. I am moaning with delight all the while the shower is beating down on us. Your mouth is moving up and down over my penis and your tongue is adding texture to the movement adding a lick every once in awhile. I cry out, "Oh... "Ohh...Ohhh. OMG, holy shit... arrrrghhhhhh, don't stop baby!!" You continue to move your mouth faster and faster, my hips thrusting up from the seat, hands wrapped in your wet hair. "I'm almost there, baby," I cry out.
When you hear that you lift your eyes to mine, and I can see that they are glowing with lust. You look back at my crotch licking the head all around with your tongue, and then again engulf my swollen maleness. You move up and down faster and faster until I explode with a loud, satisfied groan. You continue to suck my cock and use your hand to milk the cum out of my body. As I begin to go limp, you lift your mouth off of it with a loud plop. Smiling and licking my seed from your lips, I pull you into my arms. We hug and kiss; I taste myself in your mouth, my tongue cleaning up what was left on your lips.
There is something very sensual about being locked in an embrace while we are both soaking wet. Your skin feels so soft and smooth next to mine. We are hugging and kissing, and not wanting to let go of each other. Then I remember that we are supposed to be showering and you still need to be washed. I grab the soap and lather your back, in doing so I keep your body against mine, my hands spreading the soap all over your sexy breasts and tummy.
Eventually I work my hands down to your bum, (mmmm the best part). I lather and squeeze your cheeks. I then run my soapy fingers up and down your crack. You shiver and pull into me even closer. I grab the showerhead and rinse you off. Then reluctantly I push you away (already missing the feel of your chest on mine) and have you sit on the shower seat. I begin to wash you. Washing, rubbing and touching you with my soapy hands. I move back up your arms to your pits and you kind of giggle with the light tickle... I then move to your breasts. I wash all around the left breast and then concentrate on your left nipple. Soaping it up and watching the light brown areola tighten and the nipple lengthen and thicken as I pull on it lightly. I lean in and give it a quick lick and suck. A shudder and low whine tell me that you are enjoying it. I repeat the process on your right breast. You lean down and softly kiss my forehead letting out a contented sigh.
I wash your belly, giving special consideration to your cute scar and then your bellybutton. I move down your thighs going very close to your soft womanhood bypassing it...for the moment. I continue down your legs, find a spot behind your knee to pause and give attention...then down your calves finally arriving at your toes. I soap them up and wash each one individually.
I reach for the showerhead and rinse the soap from your body. Giving your squeaky clean toes a kiss, I take the soap and move back up to the top of your thighs.
I rub the soap through your pubic hair and gently move down to your shimmering pussy lips. Using my soapy hands I rub all over them, the velvetiness of your lips becoming even more slippery from the soap.
You are groaning and your hands are now running through my hair. I reach for the showerhead and rinse you. I adjust the temperature of the spray, turning it up; making it as hot as I think you can stand it. I then turn the dial on the showerhead and turn it to a pulsing stream. I aim it first at your breasts. The water is throbbing on your nipples. I move it from one nipple to the other and back again. You are moaning and just repeating "Yes... yes... yes!"
I point the showerhead lower and you start squirming in the seat. Your legs are already spread wide and I open your pussy. With the other hand I direct the throbbing stream right on it. You almost jump out of your seat... I move the jets of water up and down the length of your pussy and now you're screaming and pulling my hair. I move the showerhead closer intensifying the jets, still moving up and down slowly, your hips bouncing up and down on the bench.
