I was unexpectedly granted a day off. There was no time to plan anything, I just wanted to get some sleep and have some time for myself. That’s what I did. I didn’t hear how James was getting ready for work, I just felt his handsom perfume and without even opening my eyes I gave him a passionate goodbye kiss. But maybe I dreamed it…
He leaned down to plant a kiss on his sleeping wife’s lips, and I clung to the lapels of his jacket and sucked his mouth roughly. Gasping for breath, I released him and murmured, “I want you so bad now…” He smiled calmly, winked at me, and wished me a nice day and left. I muttered to myself and fell asleep again.
***
I woke up after more than an hour. I took my time getting up: I read a book in bed, checked my emails and promised myself I wouldn’t do anything on my day off. As soon as my loved one saw me connecting to social networks, I received a message: “You’re not going to sleep until lunch, are you?”. I was smiling from ear to ear as I read his messages about how much he hates not being able to be home, how grumpy his co-workers are, and how hard he tries not to smile just to fit into the work environment. We often don’t have time for such chatter.
I turned on the music, rolled out the yoga mat, and started exercising. A few minutes later I got a text from him: “Do you still want me?”. I laughed and sent a picture of my breasts pressed into a sports bra. “I’m exercising, do not disturb.” He understood but continued to interrupt. I stretched and tried not to jump to the phone, but I couldn’t. He complimented me and told me what he was going to do with my breasts. I imagined, felt it… I lifted my bra and sent another photo. I put my phone on silent mode and continued to exercise with a big smile. I tortured him, but I tortured myself too.
After I finished exercising and caught my breath, I went to the bathroom. I read his messages and continued the game. I took a picture of my underwear on the bathroom floor. Then my soapy hips. Butt. He wrote compliments and finally sent a rather visible erection in his pants with an offer to sit on his lap. At that moment, I would have given everything to make it happen. I lifted my leg and sent a very intimate photo. I filmed the warm water flowing over my naked body. James continued to write about how he would like to be with me.
***
Still warm and fragrant, I put on a dress and started cooking breakfast, planned lunch. I suddenly startled when I heard the door unlock. I ran into the corridor, he had already dropped his jacket and was pulling off his shoes. My avalanche of nervous questions was silenced by a single argument: “I want you!”. I resisted a little, not understanding the situation, but as soon as he gasped, realizing that I hadn’t even bothered to put on panties, I spread my legs and gave in to the passion.
We flirted like teenagers in love before, but now he was crawling under my dress like a mad wolf. Soon I was panting from the deep finger massage. I caressed his cock through his pants, and when I reached the highest point, I unbuttoned his pants in one movement. He stepped back and his eyes widened in surprise. I rushed to release his penis and crouched down to grab it in my mouth. He looked at me and sighed contentedly as I worked my way down his thing with enthusiastic passion, not forgetting any sensitive spots. James admitted that he would not last long and told me to turn around.
I leaned against the drawers and turned my curves towards him. He caressed my ass with both hands and the head of his cock, telling me how sexy I am. I smiled and said nothing. I loved hearing that. I was a bit scared when he crouched down behind me and started licking…but not my pussy. I wanted to warn him that I wasn’t ready for such games, but I let out a sigh of pleasure when he persistently poked his tongue at my sensitive spot. All I had to do was relax.
As I experienced something very close to orgasm, he stood up and filled my dripping crotch in one motion. He rocked back and forth hard and deep and I moaned so loud, forgetting that someone could hear us. He held my hair, kissed my neck, caressed my breasts, and was not too lazy to tickle my clit with his fingertips. He tried so hard to please me. He relentlessly drove me to the heights of pleasure and just in time stuck his thumb in my ass. I screamed in pleasure and a sudden wave of heat flooded my body.
Biting my lip, I experienced a strong orgasm. Moaning loudly and stretching on my tiptoes, I felt my inner muscles digging into his penis. It was too much. He pulled it out of my throbbing hole and finished on my ass with a plaintive sigh. I smiled at the wall with devilish satisfaction and didn’t move while he admired his work. After a few moments, he wiped it off with a paper towel he brought from the kitchen. He stroked my curves and looked at his watch, cursing, “I have to run.”
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