Dani wriggled free of the garment, kicking it away from her and squirming out from underneath him to stand. Alex stared, his mouth watering at the sight of her; she had worn a matching set of cream-colored bra and panties, and she stood in front of him in nothing but that lace and her shoes, her cheeks and chest flushed with arousal.
She stepped out of her heels and Alex pulled her to him again, falling back onto the bed and almost moaning at the sensation of her breasts crushed against his chest. The thin fabric of the bra did nothing to conceal the hardening of her nipples, and Alex tangled his hands in her hair, pulling her face close to kiss her everywhere.
Dani’s hands were all over him as she kissed him back hungrily, her cool, silken touch making him more and more aroused as she caressed his chest, slowly working down along his stomach until she came to the waistband of his jeans. She broke away from the kiss and smiled into his eyes. Alex reached up and cupped her breasts through her bra, massaging them slowly.
The sound of Dani’s moans sent a hot, electric jolt of arousal straight to his cock; Alex didn’t think he had ever been as hard in his entire life as just fooling around with Dani had already made him. Dani teased him a moment, running her fingertips along his skin above the waistband of his pants, smiling in a dreamy way as Alex teased her nipples through her bra.
Finally, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, tugging them down over his hips and shifting her weight for better access to him. Alex chuckled, dropping his hands to his pants and pushing them down, kicking them down his legs and off of his feet. He reached back up and wrapped his arms around Dani, pulling her close while his hands found the clasp of her bra.
He freed the clasp and gently pulled the bra away from her skin, kissing her deeply as her bare breasts pressed against his chest. His hands traveled down her body to her hips and then down between her legs, and he slowly stroked her pussy through the lacy fabric of her panties; she was already wet, almost soaking the thin material.
I almost can’t believe it,” he murmured, pulling away from Dani’s lips to kiss along her neck. He playfully nipped and bit at the sensitive skin, scraping his nails lightly over her back as their hips began to move mindlessly at the same time. Dani tilted her head to the side, soft noises leaving her throat as he kissed and licked and nibbled on her neck.
“Me too,” she said in a whisper. She was trembling, her hands massaging and caressing his shoulders, chest, arms as she rocked her hips into his. Alex couldn’t take the torture anymore. He reached down and tugged at her panties, pulling them down.
Dani giggled, squirming as she tried to help him finish undressing her without giving up her position on top of him. Alex chuckled and bit her bottom lip playfully, holding onto her tightly as he reversed their positions in a quick movement. Dani was strong, particularly considering she was tiny—but Alex, with years of playing drums and an athletic lifestyle, was stronger.
Alex pulled her panties the rest of the way down over her legs, pinning her down with one arm as he reached in between them and parted her labia to stroke her clit slowly. Dani writhed and moaned underneath him, twisting her hips to get more of his touch. “You’re—you’re good at this,” she gasped, opening her dark eyes to look up at him and smile. Alex smiled down at her and gave her a brief kiss on the lips.
He moved down her body slowly, kissing her neck and finding his way to her breasts. He claimed first one, and then the other nipple with his mouth, sucking on the sensitive little nubs and flickering his tongue over them, teasingly brushing his teeth along her tender flesh.
“Oh—Oh, Alex,” Dani moaned, her fingers combing through his hair, pulling the elastic that held his ponytail. Alex continued on his way down, kissing a path over her stomach and to her hips, glancing up at her face. He smiled at her, pressing a brief kiss to her thighs before he parted her labia and began licking her slit in long, slow movements of his tongue.
Alex closed his eyes for a moment, tasting Dani as thoroughly as he possibly could, sucking and licking her pussy as she trembled, her legs tense under him. Her hands in his hair tightened, and he didn’t mind the slight pain of her pulling; even in her pleasure, she was careful not to pull too hard—Alex knew she was being careful.
After several minutes of teasing her, Alex pulled back, opening his eyes and licking his lips before climbing back up her body to kiss Dani again. “I had to taste you,” he told her, nuzzling into her neck and holding her tightly. “God,” he groaned, biting her shoulder lightly as he rocked his hips into hers. “Promise me I’ll get another chance to go down on you, Dani.” Dani laughed, running her fingers slowly through his hair. She kissed each of his temples before brushing her lips against his.
“Any time you like,” she replied. “Just not now. Right now I want something else.” Her voice was almost a purr, her words suggestive as she rolled her hips into his, arching so that every inch of her body was pressed to his. Alex nodded, forcing himself to stand up.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer-briefs and pulled them down, freeing his hard cock from the uncomfortably tight confines. He watched Dani taking him in, saw her eyes widen when she saw his erection.
She glanced back up at his face with a slight smile, lifting herself onto her elbows and gesturing for him to come back to her. “I definitely want that,” she said, sitting up and pulling him by the hands. Alex laughed, climbing into the bed and arranging himself between her legs. He guided his cock up against her pussy and kissed her earlobe.
“What, this?” he asked, mock-innocent as he thrust slowly into her hot, slick pussy. Dani answered with a long, low moan, her legs tightening around him as she pushed her hips down, taking him in. She was so tight, so wonderfully wet and just perfect, Alex thought as he moved deeper and deeper into her. Alex kissed Dani as he began to thrust into her, wrapping his arms around her and holding himself up on his elbows.
“You feel so good,” he told her between kisses, swallowing down her moans of pleasure. They were neither of them virgins; part of Alex’s mind had been conflicted when he had lost his virginity to someone other than Dani, but he knew now that it didn’t matter in the slightest. In some ways, he thought, nibbling on Dani’s bottom lip while her pussy tightened and flexed around him, it was better that he had experience.
His first time had been a disaster—nerves and excitement. To finally have Dani and be able to give her the kind of pleasure that made her moan out and get soaking wet, that made her wrap her legs around his waist as if she never wanted to let him leave her body—that was so much better.
Alex picked up his pace, thrusting deeper and deeper into Dani’s body with every movement of his hips. Dani kissed every part of him that came into reach of her lips, her nails biting into his back. Alex reached down and found her clit, rubbing it slowly in little circles. Dani cried out in pleasure, her muscles tightening all around him, her hips twisting as she met him with each thrust.
“God, Alex,” she moaned out, pressing her lips to his shoulder and up along his neck. She nipped at the sensitive patch of skin just under his jaw, her hands kneading and massaging his back.
“You’re so good, Alex,” she murmured, pulling his face down and kissing him, biting his lip and battling his tongue. Alex pulled himself up slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts even as he began rubbing Dani’s clit more firmly.
She cried out again, her whole body tensing as she began to climax. Alex kept thrusting into her, riding out her orgasm and getting closer and closer to his own as her muscles tensed and relaxed around him erratically, her whole body shaking from the force of her climax.
And then he came, right as Dani was finishing. He felt his control break, and thrust into her mindlessly, moaning her name over and over again until it became meaningless. He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily and unwilling—unable—to leave her body yet.
They each slowly caught their breaths, and Alex came out of the thick haze of orgasm to the feeling of Dani’s hands caressing him a
ll over his back, their sweaty bodies stuck together and their limbs all tangled up. He managed to lift himself up and looked down at Dani’s face. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, her dark eyes dreamy. Alex realized she was still trembling underneath him, and when he shifted his hips, he felt her muscles twitch in response and grinned.
“How jet-lagged are you?” he asked, kissing her along her jaw. Dani giggled.
“Well, I’m feeling pretty wide awake right now.” Alex gathered himself up and pulled Dani with him as he rolled onto his side. He ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her forehead.
“What do you say we do this again in another fifteen minutes?” he asked, rocking his hips slowly into Dani’s. Dani moaned softly, pressing her body against his.
“I think… that’s a wonderful idea,” she replied, kissing him quickly on the lips. Alex rolled onto his back, bringing Dani with him so that she was on top. He held her body close and closed his eyes. He didn’t think he would ever get tired of the scent of her hair, the way she felt pressed against him.
“You should stay in town for a while,” he told her. Dani giggled.
“Long enough for Blake to figure it out?” Alex laughed.
“I think he’ll figure it out when I’m not there in the morning.” He let his hands roam over her body, memorizing her curves. “I think I want you to stay on top this time,” he told her, lifting her up and grinning. He was already getting hard again.
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Sharing with Steve
by
Andrea Dunn
Another long day at work was coming to an end, and none too soon for Lori. It had been a stressful morning and she had decided to take the afternoon off to divest herself of some of the stress of the day so far. She had floated through her lunch imagining the scented bath which awaited her.
Hopefully Steve, her husband, would be out or at least too busy to bother her. There were perks to having a husband who worked out of the house, but this was a time she'd rather have the house to herself for a few hours of peace and quiet.
She pulled into the garage, seeing Steve's BMW parked inside. So much for that idea, but that was okay. It was a fairly large house after all and there was more than enough room for the two of them without stepping on the other's toes.
She turned off the car and went inside, putting her briefcase on the granite kitchen counter top and tossing her keys nonchalantly beside them. The house was still dark inside, with all the curtains still pulled from the night before, meaning that Steve had probably headed down to his basement office early. That meant a busy day for him, and probably some serene alone time for her.
She poured herself a glass of wine, sipping it as she leaned against the counter, stretching her toes inside her pumps. She could already feel some of the stress fall from her as she felt the warmth of the wine spread through her.
Finally as she finished her glass, she began to feel a bit more like herself again. Refilling it, she carried it with her to head upstairs and the blissful isolation of her bathroom paradise.
She got to the stairs and kicked off her heels, gracefully squatting to pick them up with her free hand. Climbing the stairs she could feel the soft plushness of the carpet's pile push up between her toes, caressing them with luxury.
With a contented smile she felt still more of her frustrations melt away and, by time she had reached the top of the stairs, she was almost free entirely of the burdens with which she had entered the house.
The door to their bedroom was open which was odd, but not that unusual. Usually they kept it closed out of habit.
She went in and sat her glass down on the table and let her heels drop noiselessly to the floor. She reached behind and unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the ground as well before stepping out of it. She unbuttoned her blouse but left it on, letting the front hang open over her lace bra.
Feeling the cool air from the air conditioning on her legs gave her a sudden chill, and she could tell that the frustrations of earlier in the day were being replaced with simple fatigue now that she could unwind a bit.
Now, time for the tub, she thought to herself, though first she decided another glass of wine was in order. Then she would toss her shoes and skirt into their closet, which in itself was larger than the master suite of other homes. She padded back downstairs then came back up.
As she stood from picking up her heels, she bobbled one and dropped it. The heel smacked rather loudly on the nightstand on the way down before landing on the floor. At almost the same time, she thought she heard something from the closet. Almost like a gasp, but it couldn't be, could it?
"Hello? Anyone there?" she asked, beginning to question now if she had heard anything at all to begin with. She grabbed her heel from the floor, wrapping her hand around the toe and brandishing the spiked heel almost like a dagger. She had heard of people being bludgeoned to death by heels before, and it was the closest thing to a weapon she had at the moment.
Slowly she crept over to the door, growing more nervous by the second. She tried to look between the woven pattern of the door to the interior of the closet but could not make anything out. The only thing she could tell was that the light was on inside.
Taking a deep breath, she held her heel at the ready and slowly gripped the handle of the door. After another calming breath to steady herself, she yanked the door open.
"Steve!" she exclaimed, "Why didn't you-." She stopped mid-sentence, knowing from what she saw why Steve hadn't answered her when she'd yelled from the side of the bed they shared. Steve was red-faced and getting redder by the moment. And it wasn't caused by the makeup he was wearing either.
"Is that my dress?" she asked, knowing full well that it was, but she needed something to say. "Why exactly are you wearing it? And my new sling back heels, too?"
"Well," he stammered and, looking down and away from her, "It's a long story."
"I think I can make the time," she replied in almost a whisper. "What's going on, Steve?" Now she noticed dangly earrings bobbing from his earlobes as well. "I need to sit down."
She retreated back to the bed, a strange emptiness growing in her belly. She reached for the wine glass and sipped, looking for anything to either steady her thoughts or distract them. Ideally she could find both.
After a second she heard, rather than saw, Steve come out of the closet. As he moved she was surprised at how well he walked in heels, which she presumed would be difficult for a man.
Seeing a strap appear from under the dress, she asked, "Is that one of my bras you have on too? And how are you filling it?" she continued, suddenly amazed that he seemed to have cleavage. Her mind was on fire with random thoughts. Why hadn't Steve told her he was gay?
"I'm not gay," he said, almost as if reading her mind, "It is just..." His voice trailed off, and he was at a loss for words, and Lori could almost see his lips smacking together from the gloss he had applied to them.
"You're not? Then what is this?" she answered, feeling the tears beginning to well up from deep inside. She hadn't taken off her own makeup yet, and the thought of her mascara running made her sick, as it would make her the second best made up person in the room.
"Again. Long story," he said, trying to start again. "I've always enjoyed dressing as a woman, but it isn't a sexual thing. Well, it makes me feel sexy and attractive, but it isn't like a turn on."
"So... you've done this as long as I've known you?"
"Actually, since I was seventeen or so," he said, seeming to get a bit more steady. He sat beside her, crossing his legs at the knee, just like a good girl would.
"If you aren't gay, and it isn't for a turn on, then why would you not tell me?" She was finding this still extremely difficult to process, but at least her breath was coming easier now. But truth be told,
it was either breathe or suffocate at this point.
"Figured you would find it rather freaky," he replied, "And how would I tell you anyway?"
"Good point," she said, conceding a valid point to him. "So you are really not gay? This," she said this last part while gesturing towards his feminine getup, "Just makes you feel good?"
"There is a bit more to it, but basically yes. And trust me; there isn't a gay bone in my body."
"Get me some more wine," she said, realizing after she said it that it had sounded bossier than she had intended. "Sorry, but just bring the bottle. Bring a new one if you want some too."
He got up and turned, heading downstairs. Lori watched him go, wondering exactly what was going on. She was surprised yet again to see that when he walked, his hips had a sexy little girlish swing to them. And again she caught herself with amazement at his ability to walk in heels that some women would avoid due to their height. She had to come to terms with the fact that this simply wasn't something new for Steve, as new as it was to her.
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