I stood at the window, taking in the soothing smell of my coffee with the fresh taste on my lips. The sun peaked out to say hello and the morning dew still limbered on all the pretty flowers.
**
The phone rang as I started to fill my second cup of coffee, “hey my sweets, would you like to go see some art today?”
I wanted to say yes but I wasn’t sure what time I’d get home. “Can I keep you posted? I have to spend some time getting scenes ready. It’s chaos, but today should be the last day we have to run around like crazies.”
He acknowledged, and told me he’d miss me today. I was sure I’d see him later and told him so.
The day and I grew fonder of each other, but it only reminded me how lonely I was for his touch. I was steadily focused on getting through the evening, even though playful thoughts lingered. On a positive note, the playbill was sent out for print. Getting that taken care of had been haunting me, but it was all done, finally. Everything else had lined up just as well, and it looked like I might be able to go see some art.
I called him to see what he was doing, “are we still on to see the exhibit you mentioned this morning?”
“Hey you, we might not make it but we can try. Shall I pick you up in say, twelve minutes?”
He was always good with time, but then again maybe it was all in my head. I tried not to expend thoughts on whether I was early, on time, or running late outside of work. I was just ready to see him.
The doorbell rang and he let himself in. I started the habit of unlocking the door just to make his entrance less of a thing. He came in, announced himself, and proceeded to find me. I liked it when he lightly knocked on all of the walls and made loud foot steps, as he looked for me. He finally jostled into my room as I was finishing some hairbrush therapy, and he pecked me on the cheek. It was unusual because most of the time he had his fingers purring my deeper regions as his lips grazed my cheek.
“Are you ready my dear?”, he asked.
Sooner than later, we were off. He was driving us to a nearby pop-up art exhibit that I hadn’t even heard of. It was an industrial themed play on pipe dreams and tunnels. I wasn’t sure how I’d react but I wanted him to pay more attention to me than what we were going to see.
As he was driving, he held my wrist in his grip with his index finger sticking out, in my hand. We always tried different ways to say hello with our hands. If the drive were any longer who knows what all he’d have me doing for him. The truth is, I liked the way his mind worked with me. I’d have done as he pleased to almost any measure while sitting here as his passenger.
We had gone on a recent trip to fill up a water bottle with sand and check out the waves on the lake. He had asked me to not wear a bra and only wear panties I didn’t care for. I did as he asked not knowing exactly what he had in mind. As we left the city and got on the free way, I was pantsless with my panties on the gear shifter. He’d had his way with my kitty and it had felt so good. It was his reward, for the time being. I had made a mess and he had given me a shirt to clean up with. He always kept a few sets of clothes around in case we got too messy. I cleaned up and put my pants back on. Usually he’d have found a palm of boob for the trip but he must’ve been aching for something a little more to get me warmed up like that.
That trip was quite the adventure, but today was a bit different. He didn’t go exploring as he saw me earlier. I really didn’t question it at the time but as we got to the art exhibit, I started to question it a little more.
Chapter [2] – Purposeful
The exhibit had drinks as we settled in to survey the room. We weren’t very affectionate in public. It was a mutual thing that I was glad we shared. The drink hit the spot and we circled the room. I could tell he had started to stare at me a bit more. We were the last ones in, and the exhibit was soon perched to close. I hadn’t paid attention to it except one exhibit that had a really nice valve attached to it. It made me wonder why there aren’t more pretty pipe valves. Surely, just because something has a purpose doesn’t mean it had to be nestled down to just the purpose itself.
We got back on the road, going back to my place. My hand had gotten a lot of attention, but other things were in need. We walked up the front steps and I unlocked the door. As we got in, I locked the door as he passed me. I know, he could always turn around and lock it but I liked doing things like that.
I turned the knob, and hands grabbed me from behind. He liked to tease but it wasn’t about me this time. He had been playing a game with himself. Truth be told, I liked his hands on me as much as possible, but we hadn’t refrained from touch for very long since we had been together. The game he was playing must’ve pushed him over the edge, because I felt my lower back tingle as he crouched down. His hands walked firmly up my body. He had already taken out his dick, and I was steadfast, craving him to crawl inside of me.
He wrapped his hands around my waist and orchestrated a robbery of my pants, leaving my panties untainted. They were especially eager to match his on the floor, but he continued to undress me as I stood there, craving him to untidy my peach and smother my tits in kisses.
Standing there, facing the door, he pulled my waist back a little and I reactively leaned against the door. I was bare for him, to disgrace me for his pleasure. He crouched again, and pulled my panties down with his teeth. I could feel them against my tush and it drove me wild.
He began to use his hands to spread my legs, revealing my peach. He really liked acting like he couldn’t just part my essence and play, like it was a struggle. Finally, he purposely opened me to shimmy his fingers around.
My mind scattered and I let out a moan to tell him I was pleased with his decision making. His eagerness from playing his little game earlier rushed over us both as I felt a rush of tongue and lips devour me from behind.
He was making a mess of me, tasting me in all my sweet places as he growled a little to tell me he was satisfied with my pussy lips on his mouth.
I liked him like this and was hoping he would tease himself a bit more in the future, just so he would purposely take what he wanted.
His hands started to linger a bit more, feeling my boobs and spanking my ass. He swirled his hands firmly on my back, feeling every curvature he could find. I liked hard massages, but to combine a massage and pleasure was existential.
I was such a mess, as he picked me up and placed me on the couch. He laid me on my stomach and adjusted me so he had room for his leg to lay on the inside. I hadn’t realized why he was going to do that until he was laying on top of me, pressing against me and letting his ass maneuver so his dick would find where I was leaking from. He took it, in a swift move when he found it. I felt his dick cling into me as I gripped him from the outside. I wanted him to stay right there, but he pulled back to push in again to deliver even more tingles through my body.
I know I had some sort of grin on my face but it was more or less stuffed in the couch, invisible to him. He’d quickened his speed just a little so it felt a bit smoother. I began to mold myself to his thrusts. I came instantly as we synced up and I know he felt the rhythmic tone of my body, pulsing on his dick.
Chapter [3] – Soft Spot
My body was intensely shaken and he resumed to allow me to recover a bit. He laid a blanket on me even though I was sweating, and cuddled me from his seat on the floor. I was still laying on my tummy, but I enjoyed the presence of his arm around my back.
I had usually kept going, but this time my body wanted to roar a little while. My body was shaking slightly, but still in good form. It started to ache for him again, to do with me as he pleased. He gave me so much pleasure, I’d have taken him inside me however he wanted.
He got up, got me a glass of water and then proceeded to turn the shower on. I liked how he pulled towels for us to use, but he didn’t have to. He soon had me picked up and planted in the shower with him. We had cooled off a bit and a thought came raging into my head.
I badly wanted to see his white cum so I maneuvered behind him and pressed my nipples against his back. My neck was pressing against his to hold him closer to me. I found his leg as a hello and cupped his balls gently. I liked being vulgar and saying dirty words to him so I asked him bluntly, “you’ve got a nice load down there. Can I milk it out of you?”
He let out a small moan to tell me to keep going, as I started to get him hard again. I decided to be a little extra about it all, a bit more dramatic as I spit loudly in my hand and grabbed it again. Of course, he was already wet and didn’t need spit, I still wanted to play with as much imagery as I could. He deserved to be rewarded for earlier, but I really wanted to see his jizz shoot out. I wanted to see it so badly, and out of his balls.
I found the right spot, slightly sloping over his head and squeezing hard as he got harder in my hand. I reminded myself of the time he told me he liked a firm grip down there and not to be scared. I knew I did something right, as he turned me around. He glided into my asshole and fucked it. My lips tried to tell him that I wanted to see him cum. The first time my lips moved as he had gripped my waist from behind, but nothing came out. The second time, the only word that came out was cum. The third time he squeezed my boob and came back around to show me my prize.
Facing me, he put his hand on my neck as I hard already started to look down. He emptied a load at our feet. Some of it drizzled down the drain instantly, and I had found myself checking to see if any was left on his head. It was throbbing from my asshole, and glistened slightly.
Normally I’d have done him the honor of licking it clean, but I wanted to enjoy just looking at what we had done. I’d let this man own my pussy, take my ass, licked every inch of my downstairs. I felt so relieved after having seen his cum and having came on his dick. We embraced in a nice euphoric hug for a little bit and washed ourselves off individually. He still peeked at my wet body, as he always should.
We got out of the shower and not much was said thereafter. It was a beautiful day, from start to finish. I was glad he was here, and I knew he was glad I was here too. He fed my kitties and dogs while I exhaustingly enabled sleep mode. He locked the front door on the way out. I’m not sure when I would be back on my feet, but he was getting a delightful text the next morning.
