My House

We had talked earlier in the day, so you knew I would be home alone. I had jokingly mentioned that you should stop by for lunch, knowing full well that you would never take me up on it. I left the front door unlocked anyway because it excited me to think about the possibilities. I’d been thinking about this all morning and now all I want to do is shed my clothes and slip my fingers into my wet pussy. But…first I need to get comfy. So I head to my bedroom, leaving the lights off…it’s dim, but not dark, and I turn on some music. Nothing in particular…just something unobtrusive. I slip my shoes off, tossing them over by the wall, then lift my dress over my head. My panties and bra follow, creating a puddle of clothing on the floor.

I lay back, my head propped up a bit with a big fluffy pillow. I enjoy the feel of my hands on my skin as I run my fingers lightly over my arms and breasts, lightly tweaking my nipples before running them down my belly to my upper thighs…the tickling of my fingers, the cool air and my own anticipation making goosebumps rise on my skin. I like to tease myself and so I run two of the fingers of my left hand slowly up the outer lips of my pussy…not yet touching my clit. And then my fingers encounter my wetness and I just have to do more. Using my thumb and pinkie, I spread my pussy lips apart and let my other fingers explore the slickness I find there…sliding them up and down just between my inner lips. My clit is hard now and I squirm a bit as my body moves outside of my control. Soon I will be unable to resist, but for now I keep my fingers from touching that aching little bud. I let out a little gasp of pleasure as I finally slide two fingers inside…and begin to fuck myself with them. I curl my fingers forward, so that I hit my g-spot with each thrust, little gasps of pleasure escaping my lips. With that, all of my control is broken and my right hand, which had been caressing my breasts and belly, finds its way to my swollen clit. I’m so close already…and my pussy clenches around my fingers as I begin to make little circles on my clit with my fingertip. My head is thrown back into the pillow, my eyes closed, as I feel the pinprick of pleasure that is the harbinger of my orgasm. My muscles clamp down on my fingers as that pinprick grows into a full blown orgasm…my breath held, a silent cry caught on my lips. My body remains tense for long moments until a sound brings me suddenly back to reality.

I’m up on my elbows in a second, my eyes wide, a look of panic on my face for just a second until I realize that it’s you. Then the tension releases and I begin to laugh. I wonder how long you’ve been there, watching me. From the look in your eyes…long enough.

“Now that I’m all warmed up…care to join me?”

Merlot

I love the smell of Merlot on his breath. I catch the scent as I lay light kisses over his forehead. My hands are on his shoulders as my mouth bestows kisses on each of his eyelids before working its way down the bridge of his nose. His lips are not my final destination, but I will take a brief respite here to take my pleasure in his mouth. I taste the mixture of the wine and him. It excites me, that taste. His anxious tongue and hungry lips belie his body's impatience. He loves the attention, and he knows this is my show, but he must resist reaching up to guide my lips further down his body. I love his mouth. I could get lost kissing him. Instead, my tongue leaves his to draw a warm, wet trail down his neck. I can feel the vibration as a moan escapes his lips. I laugh...he's mine. My fingertips graze his chest, moving southward, and my lips follow the path my fingers have drawn. I take my time. I hear his sounds, feel the quiver in his belly, sense the rocking of his hips. I'm testing both his patience and my own. It's a delicious sort of anticipation. When I reach his stomach, I stop to inhale the fragrance of his skin - musky and male. The dark hair here holds that scent and foretells the stronger scent another patch of hair will hold for me. I'm so close now, so eager. I'd anticipated teasing him longer, working my way down his legs, but I cannot wait any longer. His cock is inches from my lips...hard, hot, erect. His hips are swaying ever so slightly. His hands are clenched. I look up the length of his body to find his eyes beseeching mine. One word, "please." Eyes still locked on his, I brush my cheek across his cock, turning my head as I do so that my lips brush a kiss on his full head. The time for teasing is over. My wet lips are tight as I slide them down the length of his cock, taking him all the way into my mouth. I've been craving this. The flat of my tongue is pressed against the underside as I begin to move my lips up and down the full extent of him. I match my pace to the motion of his hips, their rhythm accelerating with each thrust. His hands, which he had forced to remain at his sides, now find their way to my hair. Saliva flows from my lips to pool at the base of his cock. He is near now. I can see it in his eyes, feel him grow in my mouth, and hear it in the changing of his breath. He pulls my head to him as his hips thrust up, burying himself in my throat as his orgasm hits. Wave after wave of his cum spill into my throat and I close my eyes and savor the moment. When the intensity subsides, I reluctantly release his cock, only slightly softer now, and crawl up his body. My lips find his and he tastes himself on my tongue. I lift up slightly, looking into his eyes and give him a cheshire cat grin, then reach over to refill his wine glass. I love the smell of Merlot.