an anonymously submitted story
“Hi. No kiss first?” he asked once he stepped inside. And nearly slipped on the floor. She was wearing a red tight velvet dress, with a modest neckline. What stopped his heart was its cut – it’s length was mid thigh, with a slit on the side that exposed her creamy thighs and, if you look closely, a hint of silk. She was wearing brown boots that exposed half of her calves. Her face was carefully made up, not too much but designed to entice every breathing man.
Without a word, Nick pushed Sam’s shoulders on the nearest couch. Lifting her dress slowly, he gleamed when he saw a tiny bikini covering her. Using his left hand. He slowly trailed her panties down her thighs, past her knees, finally off her. He sniffed the cloth in his hands and smiled.
“You smell good.”
“Bubble bath.” Sam moaned, her lids closing. When Nick remained still, she popped them open to see his bemused expression.
“I meant YOU. Your essence, it’s intoxicating.”
Sam blushed. Nick threw her panties behind him and trailed his fingers upwards. He pushed the hem of the dress and settled it on her stomach, baring her in his eyes.
Her folds were pink and aroused, her slit plump and getting damper by the second. She was completely bare – she must’ve waxed for this occasion. He lightly touched her slit and drew his index finger from clit to her rosebud, slowly, maddeningly. He repeated the motion several times, until Sam jerked and moaned.
“Easy,” he breathed. He wanted to admire more of her, but he knew she would be impatient in a few minutes. He blew on her clit.
“Please,” Sam groaned. “I need you inside me.”
“Later.” He splayed her thighs open, his shoulders bracing her legs. Sam instinctively pushed them close, trapping his head between her thighs. Lovely.
He swiped his tongue on her slit, and her taste exploded on her mouth. Sweet. Musky. Like a cotton candy on a sunny day. He stroked her outer lips, teasing touches, never going deep. His left hand went to settle on her tummy, while his right hand clamped on her left buttock to stop her from squirming. He pushed his tongue a tad further and was rewarded with a moan.
“Too much?” he murmured against her nether lips. He traced her opening then retreated, his nose bumping that bundle of nerves made for her pleasure alone.
“Don’t stop.” Her hands went to his head and kept him there.
Nick finally latched to her trembling clit, rolling it gently with his teeth, and then going back down to her slit. She was wetter by the second, her juices trailing on her thighs and on his fingers. He lapped at them, sucked at her cream, and feasted on her. Sam lost control, jerking and gripping the sheets with her hands. When he inserted one, then two fingers into her, she rocked, seeming closer to the edge. Nick didn’t stop his movements, flicking his tongue on her hard clit in time with the rocking of his hands. Her internal walls gripped him hard like a silky wet glove. He moved his right hand so that he could touch her pink rosebud. When he gently circled it, Sam exploded. A sudden flow of wetness surrounded his hands, running through his fingers and staining the covers of the couch. A deep flush started from her pert breasts, up in her exposed necks and settled on her cheeks. Her legs pressed both of his ears, a vain attempt to stop the rocking motion of his fingers. Her hands clamped tightly on his hair, her release coursing through her body, making her tremble slightly.
Nick gentled his movements. He could hear her harsh and rapid breaths, as if she just finished a 10k run. He blew on her clit and was immediately rewarded with another explosion. He laid his check on her chest and he could hear the pounding of her heart. He met her eyes and drew his wet fingers on his lips. Then Sam hauled him close, kissing him, tasting herself on her tongue.
“Is that what you wanted to show to me?” she whispered when they drew apart for a much needed air.
*hi. can you publish this anonymously? thanks!
love your blog, btw.
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