It was safe to say those words had somehow aroused her. She was going to make sure I regretted them. Getting off my lap, she stood with a faint smirk as if she were planning something and rejoicing at the thought of it. She started to lower herself on her knees between my legs. I knew where this was going.
I started to unbuckle my pants, and she assisted by slipping them off me with my inners as well. I look towards her and see her gazing at my dick. Her face still had that evil smirk, but it turned swiftly into her biting her lower lip and having a smile.
She rose up and towards me as her hands reached for my dick. Her fingers encircled it, touching at the tips. She started moving her hands up and down. Being uncircumcised, I took great care in maintaining the hygiene in and around my privates. I also shaved off pubic hair.
With her other hand, she reached out to my plans and pulled the skin on top of it down, revealing the pink glans fully inflated. Without missing a moment, her head moved on my dick. Spitting on it, she made sure to lubricate it well enough for the skin to move smoothly up and down.
The visual of her going down had already rocked me hard, and it showed as the veins were popping out around it. Her lips made contact with the tip, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Her soft lips engulfed my glans, and I could feel the warm and slimy interior of her mouth.
While inside, she made sure that her tongue played with the glans well enough. She definitely knew her way with it. It showed in her tongue skills alongside her hand pushing down on the back of the dick. Slowly and steadily, her lips started to move up and down the length of my dick.
My tip touching the inside of her cheeks as she moved. At times, she would take it all the way in and choke till she drooled on it. The entire length of it was covered in her warm saliva. It dripped from the back towards my balls. She effortlessly slurped it up along with the balls in her mouth.
The entire act of hers was pushing me to the brim, slowly building up every second. I couldn’t do much except hold onto the cushions as tightly as I could as my breathing got heavy. It was evident that I was enjoying every second of it as words would slip out of my mouth.
“It feels so good,” I exclaimed. She took the whole length in for the first time. She increased the speed of her hands, jerking my dick as her lips freed it. There was no way I could have enjoyed it silently; moans just came out naturally, like claps to a good performance. She was good—really good at it.
I felt the pressure buildup. Rather than having a surprise ejaculation, I announced I was going to cum.. She slowed down her pace and released my glans from her lips. One of her hands was now encompassing the dick while the other was pushed into my pubic bone.
She was up to something. The hand pushing down on my pubic bone now formed an O around my dick. The other hand made an O just over it, gripping it tightly. Her eyes locked with mine, her mouth closed towards my glans. She kissed it.
She started moving her tongue just a bit below the opening of my dick. It was a very sensitive area. Her slow-moving tongue teased the glans while she stared right at me with a seductive look. That look of hers just made me lose it. All the built-up pressure just flowed.
No matter how much I tried to stop it, it didn’t, and my dick started to twitch vigorously. To my surprise, she felt the twitch before it burst. Her fingers tightened around my dick, restricting the flow of cum. Her thumb pressed against the back of the dick, stopping its flow while still maintaining her grip.
It was a weird feeling, for I had just cum. But there wasn’t that satisfaction that came after it. My dick is still twitching vigorously, trying to pump out the cum but failing to do so because of her. I could see the same smile she had when she started to go down earlier. She was as sly as a fox for doing so.
Within a few seconds, the feeling subsided, and she loosened her grip. There was no twitching, no ejaculation. My dick was going limp after it. It was a different experience altogether. I had an ejaculation but didn’t at the same time. I had that after-ejaculation feeling, but not all of it, just a bit.
She just edged me, and she was successful in it. She got up from her knees, still having that smile on her face. I stared at her, awestruck by her surprise. Moving towards the sofa, she sat beside me, whispering in my ear, “Your turn.” She grabbed my hand and moved it between her thighs, touching her privates.
Her wetness oozed out of her cotton shorts, leaving a wet mark. I cupped my hands over her shorts. I kneeled on the floor and moved in between her legs. She invited me in as she spread her legs apart and unbuttoned her shorts. With one push, her shorts were down to her knees.
I helped her remove them from there. Her thighs were still touching, and she hid her slit successfully. The only part visible was her mons pubis. Her legs moved apart gently, and it revealed her privates like a flower blooming. She tried covering it with her hand, feeling quite exposed.
I didn’t object to it and moved my hands around her waist. She had a look of confusion on her face. I jerked her forward, making her curve her back and be in a better position for me to indulge in. Without wasting a moment, I folded her left leg. I put her feet on the cushion and proceeded to kiss her inner thighs.
Her soft, thick thighs felt warm on my lips. I started from her knees, making my way slowly to the middle, leaving kisses along the way. As I moved closer, I started sucking on her thighs and nibbling a bit. Her body responded to it with a shiver, and her legs tried to close.
She softly moaned at every little bite I took. Soon, her hands moved to her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipples. That was a green flag, a signal, but I wasn’t going to dive in. I moved to her right leg, doing the same to her.
Kissing her inner thighs, moving closer to the middle but avoiding any contact with it. Her breaths were heavy, her skin glowed from sweat, and she had a salty taste. I looked up at her while watching me play with her, yet I gave her the satisfaction she wanted.
Clearly frustrated by my act, her hands found their way into my hair. She started pushing me closer to her middle. It was about time I got to it. Her labia were swollen up. She had been waiting for quite some time now. I slowly made my way between her legs.
With my hands, I parted her legs apart. I moved towards her right, using my tongue to play around her labia, barely making contact with it. Moving my tongue up and down, the sides of my tongue touched her petals. I could hear her whimper.
I moved my head to the other side, teasing her and hearing her moan in bliss or maybe the agony of anticipation. It was about time I gave her what she wanted. My lips touched her lips. They were soft and firm. I started to move my tongue between them, splitting them apart and touching what was behind them.
Her legs quivered, and she started pulling on her nipples aggressively. With my lips, I held onto her petals and pulled them. Her musk was enchanting, and the more I played with her, the more I felt aroused. I dug my tongue deep between her petals and used the underside of it to push on her flesh.
The sensation overwhelmed her, and her moans turned into words. The room echoed with her moans, ranging from ‘Ohs’,’ Ahhs’ to ‘Ohh Fuck’. My tongue found its way to a hidden treasure: her clitoris. I moved my left hand over her pelvis and raised her upper area to reveal her clitoral area.
It was small and covered with flaps. I gently moved my tongue around it, avoiding contact with it. Her body reacted aggressively to the change. Her legs closed in, only to be stopped by my elbows. Her hands held onto my left hand, and she dug her nails into me, trying to keep herself steady.
I continued playing around with her clitoral area, using my tongue and saliva as lube to lick it gently and even press against it. Her response to it was strong, and I could feel her insides pressing against my fingers. My fingers curled in hers as if trying to dig their way towards her clitoral area.
That’s where the G-spot is located, a rougher part inside just near the clitoral. What came next was not within my expectations. She curled out of the position and sat up. Just as I was about to ask her what happened, she got hold of my hand and pulled me towards her.
We both stood up at the same time. She started walking towards her bedroom, pulling me behind her. Without saying a word, I followed her, wondering what she was up to. As soon as we entered the room, she jerked me towards her and pushed me on the bed.
I was about to sit back up. She climbed on top of me and pushed me down with her hands on my chest, pinning me down. “Fuck your games. I need it in me,” she roared. She found my erect dick and guided it inside her. She was wet enough that my dick slipped in without any resistance.
Her insides were hot and soft and provided enough lubrication for the act. She started rocking herself back and forth, rubbing herself on me with my dick rubbing inside her. To my dismay, it was quick as I felt her insides pulsating around my dick, her moans getting heavy.
Her body was getting stiff while she dug her nails into my chest. She squirmed and huffed as her pleasure peaked. Her body went stiff, and her insides kept the pressure on my dick as if trying to milk it. She released my dick from inside her and fell on me, her head resting on my chest as she took heavy breaths.
We both were covered in sweat, yet her body felt hotter. She turned around and lay beside me on the mattress. Her face inched closer to mine, and she whispered, “Go. Wear. Condom.” And so I did. I made my way out of the room and picked out my pants from the floor.
I found the pack of condoms in its pocket and took them with me in the room. I was amazed by the view. She was pleasuring herself by rubbing her clitoral area with one hand and pinching her nipple with the other. Her eyes closed and her head back, pushing onto the pillow.
Without wasting time, I unfolded the condom over my dick and made my way to the bed. Climbing into it, I crawled in between her legs. Aware of my movement, she opened her legs wider. I inch closer, my member laying over her slit. I pressed against it to spread apart her labia.
I made my way to her entrance. Her opening had fluids flowing down towards her puckered ring. I carried my dick down towards her ring and swiped up her fluids as I went up. Circling her entrance, I made my way in, and it slipped in like it did earlier.
This time, it was more wet, and every stroke made that sound. It was wet, hot, and convulsing around my dick. I played along, moving two-thirds of my dick in and out and occasionally going as deep as I could. Her body always perked up as I went deep and hit her insides, and her breath got heavier.
“Harder,” she demanded, and I started moving in deeper every time, thrusting in with force. Our bodies made a clapping sound every time they met. Alongside that were her muffled moans as she bit onto a pillow. The sound of my groaning hurt a bit on my sensitive tip every time I touched inside her hard.
Her hands were earlier grasping tightly to the bedsheet. They now lay open in the air, asking for me to come between them for her to hold me. I moved between them and was pulled towards her. Her hands held me tight, her nails digging into my back.
We were facing each other. I was staring into her eyes, and so was she. I could feel her exhaling on my face. Her breath and her moans were both hot. I reached further, and our lips met again, locked together. She would moan into it while still holding onto me tight.
It didn’t take much for us to reach the end of our pleasure cycle. It was hot, steamy, passionate, hard, and a bit painful. Our bodies reacted to each other. Her insides were pushing onto my dick while my dick twitched inside as fluids started to flop into my dick, ready to burst out.
Her legs folded and locked behind my back, pulling me closer and deeper into her, and that was the push we needed. The buildup was immense since she had stopped me from ejaculating earlier. It all came out with tremendous force and burst out inside the condom.
The hot fluid oozing out got her going, and she cum alongside. Her hands and legs both tightened around me, trying to crush me as her eyes went white. A few seconds later, her body relaxed, and her hold loosened. I backed away from her.
What came out was my condom filled with white, almost bulging down into a bulb. I decided to go clean up first while she took her time to recuperate. After washing off the sweat and disposing of the condom, I dressed up while she entered the bathroom after me.
I sat at the edge of the bed while waiting for her. She came out of the bathroom and dried up herself in front of me. She got dressed while I sat there ogling at her figure. Clothes do her no justice. They hide her slender waist and curvy, shapely butt. A considerably tight midriff with some skin hanging loose.
Stretch marks on her stomach, thighs, and buttocks, followed by her pubic mound converging within her thick thighs. Her breasts hung low but were firm. Her nipples and areola were of perfect proportion—not too big, not too small—just the right amount.
A cute face with a sharp jawline, deep hazel eyes, and high cheekbones. A small chin, her smile from ear to ear was a sight for sore eyes. She noticed me watching her but didn’t say anything, nor did she hide herself. After she dressed up, she sat beside me, and we talked.
After a brief conversation, I realised a few things about her. She had a slender figure, but now it was totally different postpartum. Her husband wasn’t a fan of the change, as their intimacy had reduced quite a lot. Maybe it was because they had a kid, but it’s been 7 years.
It was long enough to rekindle the intimacy if it wasn’t her body that affected it. As to why she was alone, her kid and her husband went on a father-daughter trip. She will be going on a mother-daughter trip after this.
Words may not have been enough, but I expressed how I saw her in detail. It did get a smile and a kiss on the cheek, so I think it was well received. It was around 6 a.m. now, about time for me to leave, as the sky was getting lighter. She had decided that this was a one-time thing.
We should not act on it again or keep in contact. I understood well what it implied for us, and there was no reason to force it if she wasn’t into it. Silence befalls us, and I knew it was time to exit. I made my way to the door, and she followed behind me.
We greeted each other with a bye. I turned and started walking towards the stairs, and I heard the doors shut behind me. It was fun while it lasted, but there seemed to be no future for it. Just as I was about to take a step, I heard her call me.
Maybe I had left something. I walked back to see her speaking from behind her entry door. She asked me to come in, and I obliged. She whispered, “I always desired to make love below the stars.” I was confused as to what it implied. I understood the sentence but not the context of it.
The confusion showed on my face. She continued, “The doors to the terrace are always open,” followed by giggling as she shut the door.
This story is a work of fiction. You can reach me on telegram @MrStartler.
