Smoke Break

Smoke Break

(A Tabitha Tale)

The door swung open and I enjoyed the fresh air and sunshine I was denied in my office, otherwise known as a cubicle.  It was the one time of day where it was just me and my thoughts.  There was no incessant drone of voices, all trying to make the next best deal, it was peaceful.  It was silence and nature on an abandoned rooftop. They tried to make it nice by having a few trees and now neglected potted plants.  I truly appreciated the effort.  It was probably the only thing I had appreciated about working at this company.  I always picked this time of day because I knew no one else would be here.  1:15 was perfect.  Everyone was scampering back to their squeaky chairs to catch up on what they missed, or they had already been there working through their stomach growls, in hopes of escaping the hell they called work, an hour earlier than the rest of the suit and tie rats they pretended to like.

Today was no different than any other.  I fished out a pack of Dunhill Blues from my pocket, ready to enjoy my tobacco escape and a little me time.  Yes, I smoke the yuppie stuff.  It wasn’t so much for the flavor but for the art.  I felt it separated me from the chain smoking Marlboro huffing beasts that I wanted no part of.  I guess it was me saying I am better than you.  I am refined.  I am cultured and have great taste.  The reality was I just enjoyed being odd and different.  Let the rest assume whatever they wanted I did not care.

I lit the first of what would be roughly three cigarettes, inhaling deeply my release.   I thought to myself this could not get any better.  At least not until after 5 o’clock.  I was not burning my soul in these wrapped papers but rather my disgust for the drone of 9 to 5.  The nicotine rush did just enough to keep me sane or my smart mouth shut.  I turned and flopped into one the plastic chairs provided for us and leaned my head back staring into the cloudless sky.  It was then I heard the creak of the door and felt my momentary paradise begin to crack.  I did not want to have some hollow conversation with a nobody who had dared interrupt my sacred and personal time and space.  The words “How dare they!” flashed in my head but fake calm spread across my face as I took a deep drag and lowered my head from my sky view to see who my new nemesis of peace was. 

Tabitha stood at the door.  She smiled at me and before I could say a word she held her fingers to her lips in a shushing motion.  I shook my head without a sound.  She knew this was my quiet time.  My escape from Craig and his loud phone barking in the cubical next to me.  She knew I came here to relax and just find some peace of mind.  Why would she dare to ruin that for me?  She walked toward me and I could not help think as to how she was always so well dressed.  She walked that blurred line of professional woman and every man’s fantasy work place sex experience so very well.  She was good at just touching the edges of naughty but not enough for anyone to really call her out on it.  Today it was a pencil skirt and bright white three quarter length sleeve blouse.  The outfit that every Hollywood producer throws into the movies to make men leer just a bit more at the screen.  She topped it all off with those sexy black rimmed glasses of hers that she chose to wear every now and then.  Only I knew she did not have a need for them.  Her eyes were 20/20.  She wore them when she pleased for who she pleased.

Jennifer

Jennifer

He sat there on the couch, wide eyed and with a smile that stretched further than route 66 across America.  At one point he tossed his head back and moaned, not caring that the midday sun, shining bright and yellow, could have possibly blinded him for life.  He was experiencing bliss in the most of unexpected of ways.  There before him, happily upon her knees, was a crystal blue eyed vixen gifted just to him, just for his pleasure. 

Just a few hours ago, his girlfriend Tabitha was apologizing to him on the phone for not being around the last few days.  Work had taken her from him but he understood life was real and that things were not always easy. They both acknowledged their want and longing for one another, but he knew they could survive a few days without one another’s carnal touch.  “It’s ok babe. I understand.  We have all the time in the world to ravish one another this weekend or sometime next week.” He had told her this in a joking manner when they spoke even though he had dreaded the reality of that. Still Tabitha pressed on over the phone and swore she would make it up to him. 

What she meant by make it up to him was soon brought to life with a knock on the front door.  After he told her about the knock at the door Tabitha simply said, “Good, have fun for me babe.” And then hung up the phone before he could respond or ask any questions.  “That was odd.” He thought to himself as he headed to the front of the house to see who was knocking at this time of the day.  “So much for working from home in peace”, he thought to himself.  He walked to the door, opened it, and was surprised to find one of Tabitha’s good friends standing there, rather than the postman or the someone he expected to be there trying to sell him something.   She was smiling big with her perfect pearly white toothed grin, one that most men were drawn to instantaneously, wearing a cute flowered yellow sundress that came really high up on her thigh. For a short moment he lost his train of thought and just sort of marveled at the beauty who stood before him.  

Dreams

Dreams

I was dreaming.  I found myself floating, bathed in bright light and mist, and my skin was on fire.  Not a bad fire, but rather the kind you want more and more of.  I saw her fade in and out of the fog, oh so many different beautiful versions of her.  Every memory I had captured of this radiant beauty flooded my view.  Her bright wide smile and open mouth laugh.  Her cinnamon milk chocolate brown eyes staring deep into me.  Her sway as she walked away from me while looking back over her shoulder, taunting me knowingly.  I knew I was dreaming but I had no plans on waking up anytime soon. Eventually my imagination took over, turning very real memories into amazing fantasies.  She was there yet again in ways I could only hope she would be.  I could feel her as I slipped into her warmth, as she knelt above me smiling.  I could hear gasp as she shuttered a bit leaning down into me.  Her hair ran across my bare chest and it felt so very real.  I enjoyed its feather like touch as she bounced atop me. It was electric. 

Isobel

Isobel

She wanted him. She wanted to run her hands over his body, to feel his muscles tremble beneath her touch. He played the gentleman with his manners but his eyes betrayed his need. She slowly and deliberately removed her barely there soft cotton top, pausing slightly before the big reveal. He mumbled a less than audible “You shouldn’t be doing this” and then licked his dry lips. After she pulled on the last of the string and let the cloth of her shirt fall to side allowing him full view of her almond brown breasts and light chocolate kissed nipples, she stepped toward him. He tried to take a step back but there was nowhere to go. She smiled and knelt in front of him. All he managed to say was “Fuck” as she loosened his belt. “Oh we will do that and so much more” she said as she palmed his heat. She was desperate to taste him on her lips, to feel his length pass over tongue. When she made contact he jerked forward and his body stiffened with her kiss. The muscles in his legs seemed stronger than steel and it was their guess which of them wanted this more. She grabbed his shaft already slickened by her velvet wet mouth and worked it in a rhythm she knew was just perfect according to his grunts. His rapid but steadied breathing skipped when with her other hand she cupped his hot and tight balls. She looked up at him with her doe eyes and managed just enough of a smile to send him over the edge. He sent her first reward of the night into the back of her throat and she swallowed greedily knowing she would be getting more soon enough.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Clara

Clara

She is inescapable.  Times stretches along in varied silences and suddenly, just when we are prepared forget one another, she appears like the sun breaking through on a cloudy day.  She is a sin I know I should not commit and yet here I am, once again standing before her.  Or rather, she stands before me, an offering of desire ready to sate my needs. 

I want to tell her no.  I want to turn and leave before I once again allow the pull that binds us to strengthen.  But who are we fooling?  As she lays her soft finger across my dry lips, she shushes me, grabbing at my belt with her other hand and pulls me into her.  Our eyes lock and the world around us melts away. 

My heart pounds and my breathing quickens.  Any fight or resistance I had escaped with the smile I bear that she easily and wordlessly coaxed from me.  As her small cold hands slip beneath my jeans searching out my heat I look behind her toward the clock on the wall.  It will be hours before she must vanish.  I turn my head to the door just as my pants and she slip to the floor, I focus on the handle, comforted by the fact that she had locked it behind her when she came in.  She knew what she was doing.

Morgan

Morgan

No matter how many times I said no she still teased and pushed.  Daddy’s money through the years made her one of those high society witches who always got their way and it seems I was the one thing she could not have.  Yes I enjoyed the way she sauntered about in her skin tight overpriced clothes but I could not, would not, give in to her demands and wants just because she said so.  I had my own pride to consider plus it bears mentioning I worked for her old man and he paid pretty damn well.  She was not worth the risk or the time.

I was having a hard day and things only got worse when Morgan waltzed into the room having come from the pool in a barely there bikini.  Her me me attitude was in full swing and it was grating on my last nerve.  She had been getting bolder and bolder over the last few weeks.  Today it seemed she would stop at nothing.  She looked around the room and saw that everyone was busy or distracted save for me. I was looking at her with disgust and extreme irritation.  “Stupid girl” I thought to myself.  She was really a grown woman, around twenty something, going on nine.  I lost track of what I was doing and grumbled in frustration.  When she noticed me looking at her with no one else looking in our directions she brazenly flipped her bikini top off and flashed her magnificent breasts at me while blowing me a kiss. My mouth dropped, I was angry, but I could not take my eyes of her tits.  I shook my head and left the room determined to avoid her and get my work done.

Heather

Heather

It was weird seeing another man buried deep within my wife but I tried to brush it off as she continued giving me the best blowjob I had ever received in our nine plus years of marriage.   It was as if she were that young college coed I met a decade ago all over again.  There was fire in her eyes and a smile on her face that I had not seen in so long.  It seems like it was just yesterday when I asked her what we could do to bring some life back into our relationship.  I was shocked at her suggesting of bringing another person into our bed but probably not near as shocked as she was when I for some unknown reason said yes.  Now here we were.

I looked across her back and down her sweat slicked curves and watched as a mutual firned of ours pistonned in and out of her hungry little cunt.  She moaned between thrusts and even laughed in pure joy a few times as she worked her mouth up and down my shaft.  As if she were reading my thoughts she stopped pleasuring me long enough to look me square in the eyes.  I smiled as she bucked forward in a fast paced rhythm as she continued to be pounded from behind, but only because of what she said next.  “Don’t worry baby.  Your turn is coming and I have found the perfect girl for you.” With that she went back to work on my cock and I got lost in her wonderfully wet mouth.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Zoey

Zoey

My jaw dropped when she was done telling me her story.  “Are you fucking Serious?” I asked.  A smile spread across her face.  “Meet me up stairs and you will soon find out” she replied as she walked out of the café.  “It’s the second floor by the way, Room 236B.” I had to admit her offer intrigued me.  I sat finishing my coffee as I pondered our conversation.  What kind of woman was she? I thought as drained the last sips of my daily routine.

I soon found myself walking to the apartment complex across the street a bit excited.  I thought back to the weeks and weeks of my ogling her as she waited tables where I chose to escape before the doldrums of work beat me down each day.  Today it seemed I may be calling in late.  I was lost in her words.  I had heard of people having year long projects to inspire art, friendships or some sort of self betterment.  I imagined the people who took a photo a day for 365 days or something similar and posted them for the entire world to see and couldn’t help but wonder what she did as a sort of memento.

I climbed the stairs nearly three at time as my excitement and lust mounted.  When I finally stood in front of her door I hesitated before I knocked.  “Three hundred and sixty five men?” I whispered questioningly as I shook my head.  “Well thank god it’s not December or I would have a lot to live up to” I laughed as I said this out loud and knocked.

“It’s open.” came her voice form inside and when I stepped in I saw her poised and ready for her next notch.  She was gorgeous as she knelt there on her bed with her high waisted panties and heels, a body backlit to perfection.  She lived in one of those small 300 square foot efficiency apartments where the bed most likely doubled as the couch.  When I finally shut the door behind me I was only three or four feet away from her.   She rose and came toward me.  I was nervous but ready.  I had dreamed of the many things I wanted to do to this waitress over the last few months and now I was going to get my chance.  She deftly worked my buckle loosening my belt as she knelt before me.  I stared into her entrancing chocolate brown eyes and melted in her hands as she fished out my need.  She smiled up at me with perfect white teeth and perfect maroon lips.  As she grasped my length with one hand she held up my belt in the other showing it to me.  “I get to keep this” she said with a raspiness to her voice. “So that’s how she keeps track.”  I thought to myself as she swallowed me with her velvet mouth.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Kate

Kate

I had known Kate since our days in middle school.  We never ran in the same crowds but since we lived only two doors apart from one another we had been obligated to be friends.  My parents always dragged me to her house and in turn hers brought her to mine.  It never failed, holidays, birthdays or some other life event shoved us into one another’s path.   Now ten plus years later, with us all grown up and no parents around, we still seem to be obligated to each other and odds are that may extend into the next fifty years, who knows.  Don’t mistake the 16 candles Molly Ringwold 80’s movies for our relationship because it’s not.  We are quite the opposite.  We were forced into one another by life’s odd moments and now we were kind of forever bound in a mutual travel toward the unknown.  There is not a shred of blooming love and forever fairy tale romance found between us and yet we would do anything for each other.

Having said all that, we both have needs and obligations to one another. Today Kate needed me to satisfy her.  She didn't feel like fucking though.  Trust me we have done that many a time before.  Today she just wanted to take the edge off, whatever edge that meant.  Conveniently we both were in-between relationships, although that hasn't stopped us before.   I was in a bit of a rush but when she told me shut the fuck up and let her suck my dick I did.  I never mind a good cock sucking and who was I to pass up the chance to help my nymphomaniac lifelong friend.  I loved the way her tongue slid across the length of my shaft and how she used just the right amount of teeth. Yes I said teeth.  For those out there who cry about teeth you don’t much about getting a good fucking blow job.  A girl, an artist like Kate used her teeth in the best of ways and she was near perfect today.  Her hands deftly worked my balls as she swallowed me whole.  The entire time her grey eyes stayed locked on mine.  She had managed to push my shirt up and raked her perfectly manicured nails across my stomach eliciting the response she searched for.  I tightened every muscle in my body as my peak neared.

Crave

She stares with dark brown eyes burning to consume and I stand willing, wanting, waiting for her kiss.  I growl with anticipation as she teases my accelerating heart beat.  She taunts, tonguing her fingers as she nears my thickness.   She hasn't touched me yet but her whispers of what she’s about to do edge me closer.  Her words are fogged to my ears save for the ones that pierce right through me; crave, taste and swallow tighten every muscle in my body.  When she does finally mouth my fire I fight hard not to end what has just begun.

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Destruction

His eyes roll back as swirl my tongue along the bottom of his wet tip.  He can hardly bear it.  He reaches out groaning, digging his hands into my bare back, looking for support as his legs buckle.  I know my power comes from my silken kiss and use every bit of my mouth I can to coax his lust.  My hands are velvet upon his rigid shaft and soon he is pumping at the back of my throat.  When he is destroyed by me, I kneel smiling with a little proof of my success running down my chin.

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Nightlife

The air was thick and the bodies that pressed up against them left no room for exploration.  She smiled as he made lewd suggestions between the drone of loud music, but she did not say no.  He took that as a chance shuffling her outside into the darkness.  With his ass pressed against the cool brick building she showed him just what type of girl she was.  Playfully she flicked her tongue across his tip before she swallowed him whole.  She was drunken magic that he would not dare kiss when she finished but for now she was perfect.

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Awake

I stir in the fog of morning as she awakens me with soft kisses and whispers of want.  Still lost between dreams and reality I focus on the fact that my covers are slowly sliding away from me.  My haze lifts as her kisses slip lower and lower, eventually finding the remnants of my dreams.  I tense happily accepting her good morning while eventually offering some of my very own.  She smiles, licking her lips as she leaves the room.  In moments she is back with black coffee and the idea that we should never leave the bed today.

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Good Morning

She smiles as I press hard and strong against her soft lips.  She loves dropping to her knees and saying good morning, savoring my taste and the way I stare down at her with lust in my heart.  Her sea blue eyes stay locked on mine, searching for the beast raging within me.  Her tongue is magic against my pulse as she coaxes my peak.  Her hands manipulate my growing edge and soon I am lost in an explosion of fog and swallows.  She always remembers to wish me a good day before she heads back to bed.

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Prepared

She sits ready at my feet waiting for me to say yes; as if I would ever say no.  I hurry my fingers, searching for my buckle, when she stops me.  “Let me do it” she whispers, and I do.  My need springs from its prison into her soft hands and I shiver.  Her eyes watch me as she begins to savor my taste with moist kisses and a perfect tongue.  I moan thrusting slowly into her smile as I watch for approval.  My lust begins to bubble over and she willingly enjoys every silken swallow that escapes me.

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Challenge

As I discussed end of the month reports her hands traveled my chest and further south.  I had earlier dared her to interrupt my meeting.  I had not expected this.  She was quick with my buckle and my eyes grew large just like my bulge.  She took my hardness between her lips and I was lost.  Stumbling across my words I never did say goodbye when they hung up.  I enjoyed it as she milked my cock, her eyes locked on mine waiting for the end.  I hung up just as I exploded down the back of her throat. 

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Taste

She was delicate and rough all at once placing simple kisses on my need.  I threw my head back suffering in the sweet ecstasy of her velvet tongue and well placed nips.  Gifted with the talent of well timed dirty words, she was my angel of torture, taking me to the edge and back as she pleased.  When the cotton cloud of lust in my head subsided I was lost in her eyes the moment I saw hers.  She timed it, well staring hungrily as she swallowed my soul.  I was hers to tease and make beg for more.

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Taste, Delicate, Suffer, Edge, Cotton

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The Hotel (part two)

The Hotel (part two)

The Tanith Blinn Experience: Escaping Ordinary

For part one of this story click here: The Hotel (part one)

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The room stood silent and a few moments passed, the clock ticked and nothing.  What was this man doing to her?  Did he leave?  She reached out into the silent darkness only to hear a tsk tsk from her left.  She dropped her hands to her side and waited.  She wondered excitedly, what would he do next?  As the time again passed quietly she thought to herself,” well if he wants to play like that then she could play too.”  She brought one had up to her breasts and began rubbing them, tweaking her nipples every so often.  While doing this she slid her other hand in between her legs and began fingering herself.  She managed to get three fingers into her swollen moist pussy; she did this knowing he was watching; she did this knowing he was a complete stranger to her.  As Tanith did this she whispered out into the darkness, “You don’t mind I keep myself busy, do you?”  The silence didn’t last long as the whispered response came, “No, I don’t mind at all.”

Griffin walked around from the side of Tanith trying to think of what he would do next.  He sat down on the edge of the bed in front of her admiring this lady.  A lady, who the first thing he ever did with her, was to eat her out.  The first thing he ever did was tongue her clit and lick her pussy.  “How would he be able to top that ever?”  he thought to himself.  As Griffin licked his lips tasting her on them he stared at her and watched her fidget nervously.  There she stood still naked, still blindfolded, and still sexy as hell.  He decided it was time to take it up to another level and just as he was about to make his next move she began to do something he couldn’t take his eyes off.  She begin to finger herself and play with her tits, she was taunting him, calling out to him to take her, she was telling him to have his way with her.  He couldn’t resist much longer. Griffin got up from the bed, walked over to her and grabbed her hand that was buried in her pussy, he led her to the very bed he was sitting on, turned her around and sat her right on the edge.  Griffin stepped back and thought to himself, “Well here goes nothing”.  

He took off his shirt and tossed it off to the side and then he unzipped his pants, letting fall to his knees with an obvious sound.  From there he fished out his hard and aching cock and moved in closer to the blindfolded Tanith who sat quietly on the bed.  “Open your mouth” he said in a slightly audible tone, Tanith did this so quick it was as if she wanted it and knew all along that’s what Griffin would do.  Griffin placed the tip of his dick on her lips, a tip which was already oozing a small bit of pre-cum and Tanith lapped at it hungrily with her tongue.  Before Griffin could say or do anything else she had one hand on his cock, one hand on his balls and she had sucked the majority of his shaft into her velvety wet mouth.  As she greedily devoured his cock Griffin looked over at the closet wall length mirrors and enjoyed the view.  He stood there between the legs of a gorgeous woman, a woman he never laid eyes on till about 20 minutes ago, he stood there getting his dick sucked and he loved every second.  It was perfection.  Here Tanith sat on the edge of the bed for him, in sexy thigh high black leather boots for him, her pussy exposed to the world, blindfolded and she, all the while he thought this, she was licking, sucking and swallowing every inch of his shaft that she could.  Griffin thought to himself, “Could this get any better?”

A Change of Pace

"A Change of Pace"

I waited patiently.  This was not going to be my first time but we would be following his rules so it was a bit different.  It was just a few minutes ago when I let myself into his apartment and found his note.  It simply said “Today is the day”.  The moment I read those words my heart began pounding in my chest.  It was hard for me to swallow since my mouth was suddenly quite dry.  We had discussed this over the past year and a half that we had been seeing each other and I knew this day would come.  But I was still surprised by it.  Don’t get me wrong I wanted it to happen.  I even told him I was ready but now that the day had arrived I was nervous.  I walked into his bedroom and although I was shaking I could not help but smile.  He was prepared, well prepared.  On the night stand I could see a few items laid out for today’s adventure.  First off I noticed a few scarves. They were the black silk kind.  Then there was a giant bottle of KY and a box of condoms.  I can’t really recall what else was there because I was distracted by the front door shutting.  A few moments later he walked in and just stared at me, eyes piercing and blue.  “Are you ready for this?” he asked.  I simply nodded my head yes since sound could not leave my body.  “Well then take off your clothes.” he commanded.  As I began undressing he corrected his request.  “You know what? Leave your panties and Bra on.”  I managed an eager but timid ok in response and did as he asked.  A few moments later I stood staring at him in my matching black lace panties and bra.  “Thank god I wore the nice ones today” I thought to myself as I stood in front of him on display.

My chest seemed bigger to me. It could have been the excitement of the situation.  It could have been the way the bra was pushing up against my tits.  It could have been a combination of many things but either way I was lost thinking about why my chest looked bigger.  As a breathed in and I out I laughed at the insane lines found in romance novels about a woman’s heaving bosoms.  Mine sure were heaving right now.  My thoughts on this were interrupted when he moved toward me.  With one huge hand he grabbed my face under the chin and stared into my eyes.  I licked my lips in anticipation.  This man and I had been fucking for a while now but I never grew tired of how he kissed me.  His tongue was pure heaven and yumminess to taste and suck on.  I always wanted more when we were done.  I licked my lips at the thought and he moved in for the kiss.  Our mouths parted and I hungrily accepted his tongue as it danced with mine.  I grabbed for him pulling his body into mine.  Inhaling deeply as we kissed I smelled his cologne and spearmint.  Actually as we kissed I tasted spearmint.  It was perfect and have I said yummy already?  He backed away a bit pulling his soft lips from in-between my teeth as I was gently nibbling on them.  Smiling I waited for what was going to happen next.

Wake Up Call

"Wake Up Call"

Quietly she shut the door behind her.  She was afraid the soft click of the handle would wake him as it echoed through the still air.   Slowly and nervously she walked through the room feeling the bristle of the thick carpet on her toes as she shed one nylon and then the other.  Dropping them in the middle of the floor she began to pull her itchy wool sweater over her head.  Her name tag scratched her arm while she excitedly advanced toward her goal.  The cool winter air stung her skin and with her nipples hardening she barely held back a mumble about him needing to turn on the heat.  She pulled her black pencil skirt down letting it pile around her ankles and began to slowly open the bedroom door, peering in on him through the widening crack.  A rue smile crossed her lips as her eyes came to rest upon him.

Asleep and unaware, he lay there, with his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic motion.  She reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra, allowing her breasts to tumble out of the all too tight prison.  Shuddering slightly as she as she began to slink her panties down her hips she was startled by a soft purring Persian who had found now to be the perfect time to rub up against her legs saying hello.  In an awkward attempt to shoo the cat away while her underwear was half way past her thighs she nearly lost her balance.  Managing to avoid falling on her face in the doorway of his room with her unmentionables clinging to her freshly shaved legs she carefully leaned against the wall for support.  As she kicked off her panties with one foot she sent the cat scampering away with the other.  So much for not allowing pets she thought to herself.

She stepped through the door and as she drew it shut behind her felt a slight draft mixing with her now moist desire.  Naked she stood there holding her breath; she feared she had been caught as he stirred restlessly beneath the sheets.  Moments passed like hours and the world was still.  Once she was sure he had settled back into a blissful dream state she tip toed toward the bed.  She could make out the outline of his cock under the white sheets and thought to herself how he must be having a pleasant dream as he was nearly fully erect.  She approached the foot of the bed and lifted the covers ever so carefully and began to work her way under them.  The advance toward his manhood took nearly five minutes of truly torturous self control as she paused after every inch.  Now she lay comfortably between his legs with his cock mere inches from her watering mouth.  Slowly she ran her hand down the inside of his leg, as if she were touching him with a feather, finally she let her fingers rest on his essence.  She wrapped her hand around it like a loose fitting glove and he spread his legs unconsciously allowing for better access.  She could stand it no longer moving closer and hungrily licked the tip of his dick.  She tasted the sweet salty pre-cum and no longer had control, she took his entire cock into her mouth greedily.  He startled awake and yanked back the covers to find her swallowing him whole.  As he stared at this gorgeous naked woman in his bed she confidently stared back with hungry icicle blue eyes, he was speechless.  She removed his dick form her mouth for just a few moments and said in a very soft and sexy voice.  “This is your wake up call” and with that went back to sucking his dick.

By 
Thomas Aiden