Checking on the clock, chuffed that Friday is over! Switching that slow computer off and packed my bag, made my way to the elevator.
Listening to Carly Rae Jepson singing "Beautiful" on the radio, a grin can't helped but popped up on my glowing face. I can't wait to see him, and hear him calling me beautiful, his beautiful gal.
He is as punctual as normal, with his soft pink shirt, neatly pressed trouser, fashionable leather shoe and casually letting the sling bag slide by the side; my man is as usual, immaculately dressed.
I surprised him from behind, giving him a big hug. He chuckled, turned and hugged me back. Our lips met and not long after, I heard a soft moan coming from him. I gave him the cheekiest look ever and he just widened his smile, said, "Hey beautiful."
We walked towards the Japanese restaurant and had ourselves some scrumptious maki pairing with playful yet warm conversation. I listened to him telling me about what a funny guy his boss is; how his colleagues gossips non-stop; how he is almost sick of Indian food as he has been having it for lunch the entire week; all these, I listened with great admiration.
We paid the bill and walked towards our cars, hand in hand. We headed to his apartment. After a satisfying hot shower, i jumped on the couch where he was working on his laptop. I nudged his arms repeatedly so he had no choice but closed the lid of his Macbook.
He looked at me in silence, and i returned with a puppy face look. He guffawed and said, "Come here." It felt so good just being in his arms, smelling that soothing after shower scent, hearing his calm heartbeats over and on top of that smoking hot body, all these made him even more irresistible.
I broke away from his hug, spread my legs and landed myself on top of him. He loved my daring move and ran his fingers on my thigh, feeling my silky smooth skin. Giving my full round ass a gentle slap, he lovingly grabbed me closer. We kissed, ever so passionately, as if there are no boundaries, no limitation, no rules.
I loved that eyes of him, full of lust, closing slightly, extremely sexy. I made my way to the back of his neck, kissing every inch I can reach. He liked that I nibble on his ears, his grips on my waist tighten, moaned louder.
My kisses did not stop there, oh never. I ventured down, and down and down until he pulled me up and gave me a wet kiss, one that made my knee weak. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he nonchalantly lifted me up. Burying his head in between my softness, he laid me on his bed.
The room was steaming hot, as if it was under the attack of a heatwave. Gently getting in between my legs, I felt his desire, so hard and so huge. It hurts me a little when he eagerly pressed against me, still kissing me wistfully, stealing every breath that I tried to take. "I want you!", just before I thought I was going to pass out, I heard his manly voice demanding. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly and rubbed rhythmically against his sweaty body, delighted to hear that loud moan again. I could never get bored of teasing him; seeing that drops of sweat sliding down his neck, that frown of pleasure, that blue eyes oozed with lust, and feeling that mischievous fingers wafting across my naked body.
I put a little pressure on his bare and firm chest, gazed into his lecherous eyes and he immediately knew what was running through my little head. He laid his arm next to me and swung me up with the other, where I settled right on his hardness. Resting his head on his hands, he audaciously admired my seductive grin, my soft reddish lips, my perky yet more than a handful breast, my curvaceous body and the land of wonder that he was dying to pay a visit to.
He waited, like a lazy lion waiting for his prey to beg for his mercy. I can smell the revenge filling the air, and I gladly accepted the challenge. Arching my body slightly backwards, I ran my fingers from my neck down, fondly squeezing my breast. My nipples were anything but shy. They stood proudly to great him. I sighed with poise, feeling the heat from down under with every caress. It went slow, it went harder, it went nuts but I was feeling the immense pleasure that raced my heartbeat.
Gracefully, I got off, positioned myself just next to him, but away from the reach of his frolicsome hands. Placing my hands behind my back as a support, I spread my legs slightly and gave him a front-row-seat view of my sweet honey pot. As I expected, he watched with thirst. I was so wet, so dewy with the thought of his fingers coming closer and closer, rubbing and sliding up and down, right outside my door. I was waiting for the knock on the door....
My heart is pounding, my palms is wet... Then I heard, "Miss, your car is ready, changed out all tyres." I rolled my eyes, pissed that someone interrupted my wet dream, stood up and headed for the cashier to emancipate my car.
No comments:
Post a Comment