It always takes her forever to get dressed. Whether it's for a fancy meeting or a casual gathering, she makes sure to look her best. I love it and hate it. The hate part is that we're late for everything. The love part is watching her get ready.
I sit patiently on the bed as I see her gather a plethora of clothing to try on. All of them look the same to me. But apparently there's a world of difference between a red mini skirt and a plaid one.
I'm pleased to see she's chosen her top. That tells me she will at least be done dressing within the hour. The crisp white blouse looks amazing on her. My mouth waters a little, seeing a peek of her perky breasts shadowed through the cloth.
I wonder if she knows the effect she has on me. I concentrate on every detail. Admiring her unmatched beauty from a distance, like a curator would a piece of art. I concentrate on her reflection in the mirror and watch keenly. How the buttons stretch at the middle of her chest, making room for those perfect mouthfuls of wonder. I love how her slender fingers curl around the hangers, how her brow raises when she silently debates on things.
The two skirts are menacing her thoughts. She switches back and forth between them. Then, she looks over at me.
"Help me, darling," she smiles demurely, "which one?"
I stand behind her a while. My thumb and forefinger crested under my chin in contemplation. "I like the red one," I nod agreeably.
I walk forward and caress the backs of her thighs. Just gently, to take her attention a moment. She looks back at me and grins, while her eyes scan me seductively.
"What time is it?"
I stare a little too long at her and my brain melts, seeing the tiny black lace panties under her skirt as she bends over.
"Huh? Sorry, what?"
She giggles innocently and raises her brow again. "The time, dear. What hour is it... the minute, also?"
Just a sprinkle of sarcasm adds to her charm, amused by my sudden distracted expression. I grin like I'm caught doing something naughty, yet looking forward to a punishment.
"Are you not paying attention?" she asks, turning around to face me.
"Oh, I am," I whisper. "Your beauty just happens to make one sense take over the other."
A nice linguistic catch, I know. And she appreciates it. She keeps eye contact with me as she slowly slides off her panties. She twirls them around her finger and puts on a gorgeous pair of heels. She truly does have all of my attention. She always knows how to take it. This particular pair gets me hard instantly.
As soon as she turns around to check her reflection in the mirror, I walk behind her and rest my chin on her shoulder. Then, gently caress the sleeves of her blouse. "Can I be honest with you?"
"Yes, of course," she replies. Her face is stern, eager to hear what I have to say.
"Would you be terribly upset if we didn't go?" I mutter.
She smiles as she caresses my face. "I'd be crushed."
Her charming tone lifts the lid off my brimming lust, and my hands sneak under her skirt. The tips of my fingers on both hands cross down her V-line. I gently massage her labia and kiss her neck.
She moans quietly, still standing firm. But her breath halts as soon as I feel her wetness hidden between her soft folds. My cock turns rigid instantly. She arches when she feels my erection poke the small of her back.
"Mmm… goodness. Feels like ‘someone’ wants to come out and play." Her voice turns to a seductive rasp.
"Yes," I whisper, "he's always ready to play with you."
My left hand grips her waist and my right hand slowly aims for her warm wet pussy. She raises both her arms and rests her hands on my neck as I slide my middle finger up and down her slick pleats. An achingly gentle sawing motion that drives her wild.
I feel her clit poke out to meet my fingertips, and circle them slowly. My lips press her neck. I kiss her skin and breathe, letting the warmth of my mouth seduce her further.
Her eyes shut tight and she bites her lip sexily. I press a little harder, circling just a bit faster, feeling her hips roll forward to meet my touch. Her lips swell and her legs shiver, making her heels squeak on the floor.
I wrap my other arm around her to keep her from falling, as I slowly coax her pussy to drip. Her smooth plump lips make wet erotic sounds like an ill-mannered mouth at dinner.
Her skin heats up beneath her blouse. She moans louder and more frequently. Her hands tremble around my neck as her hips thrust and shake. A smooth stroke or two later, her sweet little pussy cums all over my hand.
My lips part drastically when I feel her quake on my fingers. It's an ecstatic, indescribable feeling. Her slender fingers loosen their grip as her pulses die down. She turns to face me and kisses me hungrily. Her teeth nibble my lip, her tongue dancing in my mouth.
She quickly unbuttons her blouse and drops it behind her. The skirt, next to be kicked away.
"Sweetheart," I say sternly.
She stops her frantic movements and looks deep into my eyes.
"Please. Can you leave those heels on?"
She grins lustfully and leans in to lick my lips. Her head nods slightly as she smiles. I take her in my arms and carry her to the bed. I set her down gently on the sheets and undress. I keep staring at her sexy heels and how they make her legs look even more delicious.
I crawl on the bed and take her feet in my hands. I love how they feel. I like grazing the pointy heels down my chest and stomach. I lift her knees and make sure the heels press my skin, as the head of my cock reaches for her hot gates.
I wet the tip with her juices and circle it around her clit. I love teasing myself on her pussy, making sweet anticipation for us both.
"Please, put it in," she begs. Then, drags her heels to my nipples. The slight sting gets me going like nothing else.
I hold her ankles close and slowly ease my cock inside her. Her head falls back on the pillows as she moans sensually. Her pussy tightens around my shaft as I fuck her deeper. My balls get slippery with her juices.
She crosses her legs across my chest and pulls me close. My cock feels so good inside her with the slight change of angle. I feel I can fuck her harder like this. She whimpers when I hit her magic spot.
"Fuck, yes. Just like that!" she commands.
I deliver every inch of myself at her will. Up and down. In and out. Hard and steady until her legs are shaking just as badly as before. I feel my cock swell within her tightening walls. The grip feels like soft suctioning lips surrounding my dick, trying to suck the cum right out of me.
I resist until I feel my entire body tense. My ragged breath sounding out how close I am. Her hand slides between her legs and her fingers work on her clit as I keep my pace. The view of her is almost enough to make me explode. I don't let it go until I feel her cum again. Her wet throbbing cunt fluttering around my cock tips me over the edge. And I fuck her as hard as I can. With a long low groan of satisfaction, I cum hard inside her. My arms shiver over her thighs as I curse loudly.
I let every gooey drop spurt within her and carefully slide out. More cum spills, leaving a long white trail across her beautiful heels. I know I've ruined them now, but the vision of it smeared like that is purely satisfying.
I lean down to kiss her lips and she moans blissfully into my mouth, also satisfied with our slight change of plan.
"I'm sorry I ruined those."
"You ruined nothing," she replies, kissing me again.
She turns me over on my back and grins mischievously, scooting closer to my face. "Now, be a gentleman and clean up your mess."
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