Whatever you say........

One of the best things about being self-employed is that I get along really well with my boss. We see eye-to-eye on just about everything. Among other things, she lets me take days off almost any time I want. The advantage of this is that when I want to take the day off to think about you, I can.

And when the mood strikes me, I do.

Yesterday was one of those days. I was thinking about you quite a bit. I even called and told you so while you were at work. I told you about how I wanted to feel your fingers slide over my skin, how I couldn’t wait to see that fire in your eyes when drove yourself inside of me and how I was anticipating arching my back and twitching like I was touched by a live wire when you make me cum.

Yesterday, I am pretty darn sure you were thinking of me too. At least, you were after that phone call.

As it turns out, my timing was good because you’d been having a really hard day at work. I’m not sure if it was a good thing or not, but you said I’d made your day harder.

The thing about your work though, is that all day long you have people demanding things of you, telling you what to do and when to do it.

Sometimes, when you come home from work, you like to be the one in charge. This is fine by me because I do so love to please you.

Yesterday was one of those days. Planning ahead, I decided to shower before you got home, putting on some rose perfume that I know you like. I shaved very carefully, leaving my legs smooth and my pleasure zone trimmed into a cute little triangle.

When you came home, I could see that you had definitely had one of those days. After you came through the door, I took your coat, gave you a big hug, a warm kiss hello and a loving welcome home. One of the things I know you appreciate is that I welcome you home every day after work. I want you to know that I’m happy you’re home and am always glad to see you. I want you to know that you’re my best friend.

We had a nice dinner and while I put the dishes in the dishwasher, I suggested that you might want to go take a shower. That usually helps you unwind after a stressful, busy day.

When you emerged from the shower, I was waiting for you on our bed, wearing a sexy little teddy with lots of handy snaps and ties.

I could see by your smile that you liked what you saw. You asked me to stand on the bed and do a little pirouette. I hopped to my feet and did a dainty twirl.

“Tonight,” you said, “I’m the boss.”

You tried to look stern, but it’s hard to keep the smile out of your voice. You know how much I love it when you tell me what you want.

“Come here and kiss me.” Yes Sir! I came to where you were standing, put my arms around you, and ever so slowly pressed my lips to yours.

I really love to kiss you. Kissing you lights a fire through my whole body, causing my breasts to tingle and my girl parts to feel distinctly womanly. Kissing you makes me think strongly about things to come, which fills me with longing. That’s why I like to start with some really hot, sexy kisses.

After a few minutes of exploring your mouth and having your tongue intertwined with mine, we broke and nuzzled each other’s necks. You moved to the bed and lay down on your back. “Come please me,” you said, “nibble on my body.”

I laughed and said, “Yes, my sweet. Whatever you want.” I climbed on top of you and stretched my body over yours. “Remove my towel first,” you said, which I did with a flourish. I again stretched myself over you, feeling your hardening cock rub against the thin material that was the only barrier between us. I quickly felt your hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pressing me closer. I noticed you also spread my ass cheeks ever so slightly when you squeezed -- you naughty thing.

I nibbled your neck and your ears, taking each of your nipples in my mouth, circling them with my tongue and gently sucking them. I can feel the energy building between us, just as it always does.

“Sit up,” you said a little hoarsely. “Expose your breasts to me.” I sat up on you, pressing down on your cock, gently grinding as I did so. Slowly, I undid the small ties that kept my breasts from spilling out, allowing the material to slide off, leaving my breasts open to your view. You reached up and put one hand on each breast, gently kneading them, allowing the fullness of them to fall into your hands. I thrust out my chest and invited your touch, clearly aching for more, moaning quietly.

“Put your breast in my mouth,” you instructed, and I did as you said.

“Yes, Master,” I said with a grin. “Anything you say.” You squeezed and suckled and tasted my breasts, enjoying the feel of their weight on your face as you played.

“I want you to give me oral pleasure,” you said, quoting a line from Pulp Fiction. “You want me to talk to you?” I replied in all innocence, making you chuckle. “Only if you can do it with my cock in your mouth,” you replied, making me chuckle too.

I slowly slid down your body, dragging my breasts down your strong sexy chest. When I look at you like that, I just want to bite you, lick you and eat you up.

I adjusted myself between your legs and took your cock in my hands, looking deeply in your eyes. While still holding your gaze, I stuck out my tongue and dragged it up your cock from the base to the head and slowly circled the head of your cock.

I let my eyes slowly close as I take your head in my wet mouth and take you deep inside, gently sucking and pulling, my hands cupping your balls. I could feel you tilt your head back for a moment, closing your eyes and holding your breath. You taste so incredibly sweet on my tongue.

I love to look at you when I’m sucking your cock. I think you probably are the most sexy when you look at me with such tenderness. It fills my heart. Not to mention how much I know you LOVE to watch.

“Come here,” you say after about 10 min. “I want you to give me a show.” I stopped my licking and moved to lay next to you on my back. You kissed me soundly and sat up, taking my breasts in your mouth again, causing my back to arch involuntarily. You know how to treat my breasts like nobody I’ve ever met. Sometimes it’s all I think about.

You slide your hands down my body, over the silky material of my teddy and between my legs. “Spread your legs for me. I want to touch you and lick you and put things inside of you.” You settled yourself between my legs, nudging them farther apart.

“Anything you say, my Sweet.” You gently moved your hands over my teddy, then untied the sides until it fell open, leaving me completely exposed to you, just as we like it. You moved your fingers to the top of my lips and found my pleasure spot. You rubbed it in circles, occasionally slipping your fingers down along the sides of my lips. I love the way you touch me. After I came (because I always do when you touch me), you said “I want you to masturbate for me while I watch.”

You didn’t have to tell me twice. My hand was down there very fast, taking your place. As I closed my eyes and rubbed myself, you hunkered down very close to watch my every move.

As the mood struck you, you joined with you tongue, tasting me, causing jolts of electricity to shoot through my body. “Spread your legs farther, “ you tell me, “I want you to be totally open to me.” I love it when you say that. You helped by using your hands to spread my lips as I continued to give you your favorite show. I came once hard when your tongue touched my clit and could already feel the next one building.

Making love with you is definitely a workout, as it’s one total body orgasm after another. I don’t know how I stand it!

You got up from your spot for a minute and grabbed the oil and a vibrator. You coated the vibrator with oil, turned it on, and slid it inside of me as I lifted my hips in invitation. “Cum for me again, Babe. Now.” I did as you ask, as I always do. You worked the vibrator slowly in and out with one hand as you dribbled oil on me with the other.

“Good girl,” you breathed in that sexy voice you save just for me, “Now use your hands to spread the oil on yourself, “ you instructed. I spread the oil all over my breasts and belly as you watched hungrily. The more I spread it, the more you poured.

I whispered how I was imagining your chest sliding over mine, our limbs intertwining, parts slipping on parts, in parts. You told me to flip over because you wanted to stick a vibrator in my ass and then slide in from behind.

“I like a man who knows what he wants.” I said with a laugh as I followed your orders. I flipped on my stomach and got on my knees as you poured oil on my ass, rubbing it liberally between my ass cheeks. You stuck the first vibrator back inside of me as you continued to coat my body with oil. “Give me a show, “ you said, “I want to watch you cum again.” I reached underneath and began to rub myself again as you rubbed more oil on my ass. When you felt I was relaxed enough, you slipped the small vibrator in my ass, turning it up. This sent me over the edge, causing my whole body to tense and squirm.

I wanted you inside of me very badly. You took the vibrator out of my pussy and slid yourself in, driving yourself balls deep.

You could feel the vibrator on your cock, as well as the tight wetness inside of me, gripping you tight. I must say, in all due modesty, that I’ve never seen you as happy as when you’re deep inside of me. Just the way I like it.

You took your time getting started, working to a steady rhythm, all the while feeling the vibration on your cock.

I continued to masturbate, occasionally stroking your balls, and could feel the orgasm about ready to overtake me again.

When we both came hard, you gently removed both yourself and the anal toy and curled yourself around me. Our bodies felt slippery from the oil, your hands sliding around on my breasts and down between my legs. You are insatiable.

“I want to do that again a little later,” you said, as you nuzzled my neck.

“Bossy.” I said, but we both knew I’d be looking forward to it.

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Date Night -- Having Fun with Oil

It was a Friday night and you decided to take me out to dinner. I dressed up for the occasion and wore that peach-colored dress that you like. I like it because it shows my cleavage off to good advantage and it flows like silk around my body when I walk. You like it because you can, without much thought at all, imagine stripping it slowly off my body.

That’s a good reason too.

Dinner was at one of our favorite restaurants and we were lucky to get our favorite booth in back. Since it was warm, I hadn’t worn any nylons, so I enjoyed the warm breeze on my legs, coming in from the patio doors.

We ordered quickly and held hands while we waited for our food. Well, I should say that you held ONE of my hands.

Your other hand appeared to be in your lap. In reality, your finger was sliding up the inside of my thigh. I gave you one of those ‘hey, what are you doing?’ looks, to which you gave me your patented ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ looks, while your finger continued its trek up my thigh.

When you reached the top of my thigh, you stopped and your expression turn to one of surprise. “Oops,” I said, “I must’ve forgot.” A smile spread across your face and lit your eyes mischievously.

Just then the waitress appeared with our food. “Can you make that ‘to go’ please?”

The drive home seemed both long, yet very pleasant. As you drove I had reclined the seat of the car to make it easier for your hands to reach me. You enjoyed the unprecedented access that I was offering you. You weren’t sure what you’d done to invite this behavior, but you wanted to find out so you could do it again.

When we got home, I pushed you down on the bed and dived on top of you. I couldn’t wait to kiss you. Your lips were soft and inviting. I ran my tongue along your lips, then slowly and sensually pressed my lips against yours. When we kiss, I always feel so connected and so intimate with you. I feel the beat of your heart and feel the strength of your emotions pouring forth. Kissing me is one of the sexiest things that you do. In between passionate kisses, I like to kiss you gently while we look into each other’s eyes. It warms my heart and turns me on like nothing else.

But don’t get me wrong, there ARE other things that turn me on, and I was anxious to explore some of them. I moved to your neck and started nibbling and gently biting my way down. You have the sexiest neck – perfect for nibbling on. As I move down your neck, my body squirms over yours, enjoying the feel of your body under mine.

Your hands slide down my back and cinch up the bottom of my dress to expose my bare bottom underneath. Both hands squeeze my ass, which spurs me on.

I reach for your hand and take your finger in my mouth. I slowly suck your finger, pulling with my mouth and running my tongue around it, occasionally letting my teeth scrape along your skin.

You like this. You like this very much.

After I have attended to all of your fingers, you are burning for me. You take my face in your hands and kiss me firmly, then slide out from underneath me.

“Get up.” I comply of course, ready to please you. “Put your hands on your head. I must have you naked.” I love it when you want to be in charge. I stand up and put my hands on my head and wait. You kneel down in front of me and slowly let your fingers drift up my thighs, catching the hem of my dress in your hands. You pause for a moment at my heat, letting your fingers drag lightly over my trimmed curls.

My breath comes a little faster at your touch, just as it always does.

You get to your feet as you continue your trip up my body, exposing more of it as your go. When you got to my breasts, your hands slid over the lace of my strapless bra, then continued, pulling my dress up over my head. For now, you wanted me to leave the bra on.

You ran your hands down the front of my body, touching my stomach and my hips, my thighs and my calves. Tonight, it seems, was going to be all about touching. I love it when we touch each other. My skin starts to tingle in anticipation.

With my help, you slipped out of your clothes, then excused yourself to go get the massage oil.

When you returned, I resumed my standing position with my legs slightly apart, to give you access to anything you wanted to touch. You poured some oil in your hands and started applying it to my calf, slowly and methodically covering me up to the top of my thigh.

Then, to torture me, you stopped at the top and started with the other leg. Again, you stopped at the top of my thigh, laughing when I made a small noise of frustration.

You poured more oil in your hand, cupping it under my aching girl parts. OMG that felt good. You let your finger slide between my lips, rubbing up and down, sliding a finger or two inside as I moved my hips to accommodate you. You are so damn good at that. While your fingers slid up and down, your thumb found my nub and you pressed firmly on it, then moved in a circular pattern. I put my arms on your shoulders and buried my face in your neck. I felt the pressure build, my back muscles began to tense, and you slid your finger inside just as I reached the point of release. My breath caught and my body froze for a moment as the waves passed through me. “I love it when you cum for me,” you said, as you slid your finger out of me.

But we weren’t done yet.

You continued to apply the oil all over my tush – I could feel it sliding down my crack, making me giggle.

I unhooked my bra and let my breasts hang free, as you made your way up my body. Before you covered my breasts with oil, you took a few minutes to take each one in your mouth, sucking gently, but firmly. You have the most wonderful mouth.

The oil wasn’t the only thing making me slippery.

After I was covered completely with oil, I returned the favor.

Your calves and your thighs and your cute little butt, were all slathered with oil. I poured more in my hands and cupped your cock and balls with both hands, letting you feel the slippery oil wash over you. I spent a few minutes stroking you until you were close to your release, but then stopped, wanting to save the rest for me.

We lay down on the bed (not caring about the sheets) and wrapped our arms around each other. Feeling my breasts slip and slide over your chest is a delight, as well as the feel of your strong thighs under mine.

With you being so hard and me being so wet, it didn’t take long for our slippery parts to find each other. You slid in seamlessly and I wrapped my legs around you. You moved slowly, allowing our bodies to remain in contact, enjoying the slippery sensation of the oil. You always feel incredibly good to me.

You know how much I like being on top, so with much giggling, we managed to slip and slide our way into the new position.

I first lay down across your chest and let us move together, then I sat up and began to masturbate while moving my hips back and forth. Your hands were on my hips, then my back, then my breasts – everywhere. I love to have your hands on me.

It didn’t take long for us both to climax. (Again, for me – I like to have more than my share, but you don’t seem to mind.)

When we’d both caught our breath and could bear to separate our bodies – you are the most wonderful cuddler – we hopped in the shower together to get cleaned up.

THAT’s another story…….

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