Buildup: I thought we were due for a night off after our recent run. Then the email indicator flashed — a new message from B:
“Runways open for landing (eom)”
I hadn’t heard anything about airline trouble on the news — I supposed that it could indicate that B had trimmed her pubic hair into the proverbial “landing strip” (Even after the Brazilian wax discussion, I’ll settle for what I can get.) When B confirmed by calling to make sure I had read the message — well, that was the end of getting any work done during the day!
I came home to find B wearing a shit-eating grin and offering to give me a peek. I told her I wanted to wait until bedtime for the surprise — then gave in and let her flash me. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down pink panties to reveal a neat rectangle of curls and smooth skin along her inner thighs. I decided a quick shower to shave my balls and face was in order, but when I informed B, she warned that too much eagerness on my part was a turn-off to her.
The air dripped with sex as we got ready for bed. B had slipped on her black satin cami but kept her prize concealed under her lace panties. The mood light was on to illuminate the view. I decided to give B a backrub to ease into action — jumping her bones was foremost on my mind but I thought it better to prolong the anticipation.
Foreplay: B lay on her stomach — I straddled her waist facing backwards and began spreading lavender oil on the backs of her thighs. Occasionally I would bring my fingertips up to the edge of the lace trim of her panties and felt B press against the bed. I raised myself up to my knees to keep my weight off B’s back — the vixen used the gap between us to reach behind her back and tickle my balls and ass. Too much too soon — I moved to the end of the bed and began to massage B’s feet and ankles. I worked my way back up her calves and thighs, spreading her legs with my knees as I went. I use my hands and thumbs to tease B’s inner thighs and stroke her mound through the panties. When I pulled the fabric away and pressed my thumb against her pussy lips, I found her very, very wet.
Time to turn over — I removed my boxers and pushed B’s camisole above her breasts and squirted more massage oil onto my fingers. I started this round by massaging her thighs (again with my knees between hers to spread her legs) then leaned forward to apply oil to the valley between B’s breasts and massage her chest and belly. Finally, I knelt between her legs and kissed her pussy through her panties — B let out a sigh as my lips touched the fabric against hers. I pulled her panties to her knees and touched the newly smooth skin next to her outer lips — first with my fingers, then my tongue. B let out another, deeper sigh. I slid her panties all the way off — B squeezed her legs together and squirmed.
I enjoy cunnilingus — this night B enjoyed it as well. I dipped my fingers into her slit and squeezed her nipples with slick fingers. With one hand I spread her labia and buried myself in her muff, immersing myself in her scent and taste. I wasn’t as impatient as usual, and enjoyed licking new skin along her inner thighs. B brought her hands down as though to pull me off, but I attacked her clit with slow, broad, sideways strokes of my tongue and she ran her hands through my hair instead.
Main Event: I kissed my way up B’s belly to suck her tits, and placed myself just at her entrance to tease her pussy lips with the tip of my cock. I plunged in, and B let out an involuntary moan, matched by my own, as her hips rose to meet my thrusts. I held her hands above her head with my own as I fucked her with deep and steady strokes. Suddenly, I stopped — B let out a brief whimper of dismay — and returned my face between her legs to lick and tease until B begged me to be inside her again. The combination of long foreplay and recent frequency of lovemaking gave me added stamina and I pumped relentlessly. B’s pussy was so wet that I started to soften from the lack of friction, so I slowed once more to tease with just the tip until I was rock hard again. Again, I pounded and pounded until I came.
Afterplay: I fell back onto B’s side of the bed in an afterblaze first — we lay diagonally across each other on each other’s sides of the bed! My hand was trapped beneath B’s pussy and I slid a finger in, but it was no match for the cock that had just filled her, and she was too slippery to feel anything. I wasn’t going to leave her hanging, so I propped myself up to get a better angle for my fingers. Since penetration was pointless, I used the tried-and-true two-prong approach — middle finger between her lips on her clit and thumb tickling her perineum. When B started to squirm, I added just the tip of my ring finger parting her outer lips. B began squirming in earnest and I let my thumb slip inside her vagina as I rubbed her button till she came.
Afterglow: From first drop of massage oil to last drop of pussy juice, we had been playing for over an hour — on a weeknight, no less! I complimented B on her pussy — both beautiful and delicious and we turned off the mood lighting and slept.
Rating: ★★★★★!
