The Anticipation

There are few sights that take my breath away.  Sights that astound and awe that cause the sparks of passion rage.

Sally teased me all day at work, sending me erotic messages, trying to distract me.  At one point, she knew I was in a meeting, but sent more revealing images.  The teasing of a picture of her panties, her wet panties as she played, and finally her sweet wet lips.  I grew hard, unable to stand for a long time.  The meeting agenda was long forgotten, and my productivity decreased.

All day, I concentrated on keeping my growing erection under some semblance of control.  But I admit, I had to rub myself a bit while sitting at my desk.  Willing to take the chance that I wouldn’t be called somewhere.  Letting myself go, hardening with the thought of tasting her.  Thoughts of her flowing black hair, and curvaceous body always sent waves of desires through me.  Her ass is perfection, and her pussy is divine.

These kinds of days are long.  Time slows, and minutes seem like hours, and hours seem like days.  Counting the time until I hit the road may as well be infinite.  My frustration grew, along with my cock, but the rubbing took the edge off, slightly.  Thinking of the sweet taste and climax to come soothed my soul and gave me barely enough patience to make it through.  And thoughts of the fucking to come, I almost had to step into the private bath to release.

A lifetime passed before I got to her place.  I instantly headed into the bedroom, and paused at the door as I saw her laying on the bed.  Sally wore my bra and panties, showing off her legs.  The classy garter belt, black stockings, and “fuck me” heels completed the package.  My lust raged.

Our eyes met, as she continued rubbing herself.  My mouth watered, I longed for her taste and to feel her wetness.  Sally teased me, licking along her luscious red lips, spreading her legs slowly.  Words escaped me.

I crept up to the bed, gazing into her big brown eyes, which added to the intimacy.  I sat on the edge, resting my hand upon her stomach as we kissed, as I moved up to caress her boobs.  Our lips met, sharing a long, tender kiss.  Our tongues danced as the kisses grew longer and deeper.

I stood, moving to the foot of the bed, admiring the beautiful moment.  The red thongs were beyond words, and the stockings added so much class and sophistication.  I climbed onto the bed, taking hold of each of her knees, spreading them further.  I kissed my way down her stocking covered thighs.

The crimson spot on her panties grew as Sally rubbed and played harder.  I lingered over her smooth skin as I inched closer.  Taking in a deep breath, I savored her arousal.  I sensed the wetness, and the heat emanating from her wet pussy.  I licked along the panties, savoring each taste.  Closing my eyes, I buried my face in between as she ran her hands through my hair.

I reached up, caressing her hips and abs as I kissed.   Gently, I pulled the panties aside and lapped along her lips.  She gasped as I flicked the tip over her clit and when I lick her lips.  I pressed my face down harder, sliding my tongue inside, feeling the warm wetness begin to cover me.  Sally moaned loudly as I increased the intensity.

Sucking her clit, I pulled my face slowly away before releasing with a smack.  I kissed hard, running my tongue over her, and sucking, then repeating the process.  Sally moaned louder, seemingly with every passing breath.

Sally opened her eyes as I pulled away, her wetness coating my face.  She reached down, disconnecting the garter straps and arched up so I could remove her saturated thongs.  I held them to my face, savoring the sweet aroma and the wetness, and unceremoniously tossed them off to the side.

I slid a finger inside.  Sally clasped around me as I slid in a second finger.  She writhed as I began to finger-fuck,  I hit the sweet spot as I curled them around.  I pressed my fingers down, massaging from the inside with short, swift movements of my fingertips.  She was on the edge, crying out louder.  The orgasm was close.

I finger-fucked faster and leaned in closer to lick and suck her lips and clit.  Her cries were like a beautiful song of ecstasy.  A perfect moment.  I felt her muscles contract as she arched her back.  I pulled out my fingers, continued to flick my tongue over her clit as she released.

The torrent of the orgasm exploded over me.  I closed my eyes, willing the cascade to never end.  But I continued to kiss and lick Sally’s throbbing pussy until the climax abated.  Her legs trembled as she relaxed.  I pulled away, smiling through my wrecked face.  The feeling was intoxicating.  The intimacy was astounding, especially as I felt the orgasm covering me.

As Sally rested, I gazed upon her quivering mass of beauty and sexiness.  This was a perfect moment.