Spontaneous

Transcript

Life certainly can get dull sometimes, can't it? It becomes mundane and regular, sometimes even in a fairly new relationship. You and I, we had a great night, good dinner, some laughs.

Maybe we were both tired. We decided to go to bed early and just watch TV, but I don't necessarily, I don't necessarily much remember anything that we watched. No, it's not what you're thinking.

The next thing I remember is 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. Somebody's cooing, breathing in their sleep. I wake up suddenly.

There you are, right next to me. I didn't even finish putting on my pajamas. All I've got on is these sweat pant bottoms.

But I'm wide awake and you're fast asleep. Mundane, yeah. I don't know exactly what got into me, but I leaned over, feeling it difficult not to start kissing you all over, moving my hands around your body.

Instead, choosing to whisper in your ear, hey baby. Hey baby, wake up. Wake up.

I want you. Yeah, wake up. I want you to go put on that fucking sexy lingerie you said.

That one I really like. And I want you to come back. I wasn't sure what response I was going to get from you.

I mean, I had just woken you up out of a likely fantastic sleep. You took a moment, rubbed your eyes, turned and looked at me and gave me a strange look. Were you going to go back to sleep? I watched as you got up out of the bed, made your way out of the room.

I heard a light go on down the hallway. I moved myself up against the headboard, sitting there, already feeling myself rouse. I had no plan in mind.

But of course, I was hopeful. That you'd be wearing that outfit when you came back. I waited incredibly patiently, at least in my opinion.

I easily could have gone back to sleep, but I had just stirred you up. And then I heard the sounds. The sounds of material slipping.

Perhaps those with a dark stocking putting your legs into and through. I heard snaps of elastic and felt my cock twitch. I heard you make a little comment to yourself.

Oh, damn, fuck. Perhaps you were adjusting that top or that garter or snapping those stockings up near the eye. It was hot.

I'm not going to lie. I could have sat there and just thought about you. Masturbated to a messy mess on my tummy right there and then.

Your soft footsteps patterned. I heard the light go out. I adjusted myself, pushing my back straight up into a sitting position against that headboard.

The door creaked open a little wider, and there you stood. So beautiful. So sexy, slutty, perfect, all at the same time.

Even though it was incredibly dark, and even though your arms were crossed in front of you and you looked perturbed reasonably, I wanted you. I raised a hand, hooking my finger, signaling you to come back to bed. Lo and behold, in one hand, you brought something else.

Was that your toy? I didn't tell you to bring that, I thought. Well, nevertheless, we'll see what happens.

You, eyes connected to mine, slowly made your way towards the front of the bed, first bending over, that pretty lingerie barely supporting those perfect breasts that I love so much as they hung down. My eyes switching between yours and your pretty neck and chest as you crawled towards me on top of the bed. I'm not sure exactly what you were expecting or what you were thinking.

You came in for a kiss. I almost denied you, giving you a small peck and telling you to turn around and sit between my legs. A small coo.

I can feel lacy material against my legs. I can hear the sounds of stockings against the blanket as you manipulated yourself perfectly between my thighs. I felt your hand moving behind your back, naturally wanting to grab my already throbbing calf, but no, we're not doing that today.

I halted your movement with my right hand around your wrist, instead wrapping my arm around your belly, pulling you close until my cock was settled vertically against your spine. I love that feeling. I love it even more so against the pretty corset you had on, my lips naturally moving to your shoulder.

A small kiss. You smell and taste so good, your skin so soft. My head nuzzling closer to your neck as your hair tickles my cheek.

My right hand still wrapped around your belly, pulling you closer against me. I wanted to start rubbing, moving and thrusting my hips up and down your back, but I remained stoic and calm. This wasn't going to be about me.

Fuck you. You taste so good. I love kissing you.

Kisses moving up your neck towards your ear. I can feel you moving your head about. Your own hands moving, cupping your breasts over that silky, silky, barely supportive lingerie top.

My left hand on your left thigh, moving towards your knee. I feel your hand move over the top of mine, making it sway straight towards your pussy. I allow this, feeling you, feeling your arm over mine as you move your open palm over that little mound of yours.

I feel as you start manipulating your hips against your hand. I want to feel what that feels like. You take my hand, placing it over your wrist, your skin so soft.

As I move my palm over top of yours. You're playing with yourself over those panties, and that is so hot. I whisper this in your ear, and you can feel my cock twinge and tingle.

Small moans and mews. You know yourself better than anyone. But I am fully enjoying this lesson of how you play with yourself to perfection.

I can feel you raising your hips to meet your fingers, your hand. My fingers sliding between yours. I can feel the warmth and the wetness.

Oh god, fuck. This is much, much hotter than I expected. If this keeps up, I, well, I might lose control.

I think momentarily about just taking you, bending you over and just fucking you and sliding those panties to the side. And then I think better of it. As you continue to please yourself, I feel a movement of your left hand from your breast, reaching, reaching down.

Reaching out for something. You're trying to get that tie, aren't you? You're trying to get that tie, aren't you? You are such a dirty, dirty girl.

You are my perfect fucking slut, and I fucking love it. I stop you. I stop you just moments before you can wrap your hand around that tie.

I take both hands, placing them on your thigh, feeling your skin, my pinky. Feeling the small sensation of those skimpy little panties wrapped around your waist. I begin to try raising you simultaneously towards me and upward.

Simultaneously towards me and upward, as I slowly, slowly attempt to slide myself between those legs. I can feel those pretty, pretty, pretty stockings moving against my thighs. I can feel those now damp, perhaps soaking wet panties moving first against the silhouette of my throbbing cock pressed against you.

A trail of wet hotness moving up first against my belly, slightly higher. Both my hands underneath your knees, my arms against your warm thighs. Moving myself lower, my palms on either one of your ass cheeks, squeezing them.

I can see those panties stretched between your ass as I bring you higher up. Almost, almost up past my chest. You smell so wonderful.

The scent of your sex driving me wild. Fuck. My chin just above your little asshole.

I push you up, slipping myself right between your legs, leaving you in a somewhat awkward sitting position. My mouth and lips against those tiny, stretched out, little, barely there panties. I open, extending my tongue, tracing that material.

Finding the tip of my tongue, exploring, exploring, until I find that little indent where your asshole is. Dipping it against, still pulling you up further. Closing my mouth slowly, my teeth around that silky material.

I move my left lip, gripping those panties, sliding them to the side. I can smell all your sex. You have no idea how much of a turn on that is.

I almost forget what I'm doing. I relieve the pressure, feeling you sitting down slowly against my mouth, against my tongue. Now, tracing your little slit.

Diving between your folds. Feeling and tasting your perfect wetness. Your hands on either side.

Your right, pushing down on my kneecap. Your left, pushing down on my calf. Your ass planted firmly against my face as you start, slowly, slowly.