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You gonna stay in there all night the voice on the other side of the door inquires.
I'm in the bathroom. I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I've never had on a "get up" like this. I look like a vixen! I like it, I'm the queen of sexy. And I'm in charge, he just doesn't have a clue yet. He hasn't seen me in this thing.
"I'll be right out, just get away from the door."
I mean, how can I make a grand entrance if he's blocking the doorway? "Did you move yet?" Yeah he calls from the bedroom of the condo.
We decided to get away for the weekend. Last minute thing, that's what he thinks. I've had this place booked since November, he thinks my coworker's sister had to cancel and they wouldn't give her the money back and she let me have it for half price.
I've been buying stuff for moths for this trip. Nothing expensive, well not in the greater scheme of things. Well OK this, cost me more than a few hours pay. It's by far the raciest thing I've ever owned.
I'm a Winter, it's a color thing. I look better in dark colors as opposed to pastels. I look good in navy, I look good in black. This is called midnight blue. Had a hard time finding thigh highs to go with it. I drew the line at the fuck me pumps. I'd break my neck and no one would be fucking anybody. Never have figured out how shoes say fuck me anyway.
So we're at the beach in January. It's not cold really but it's not warm enough to go to the beach and lay out or get in the water. There's an indoor pool here but the old farts from up north are down there when we arrive. Maybe tonight we can get in the hottub he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Hot tub, nah, he'll be worn out before the hot tub is thought of again. He just may need to get in it to soothe his sore muscles tomorrow though.
There is a grill out on the balcony so we bought steaks to cook when we stopped at the market. He always does such a good job grilling, no wonder he's my guy! We ate, watched some TV, started yawning. I said I gotta go potty, put the dishes in the dishwasher, ok?
I went to the one in the bedroom. I closed the bedroom door and got busy setting up the seduction scene. I bought these really great candles, they're cheapo Renuzit candles but they smell so good and when they burn down they kinda hollow out and the light from the flame can be seen through the wall of the candle. I light the candles. Get in the tub, shave everything, well except my head, eyebrows and arms.
I get out and dry off. Honestly, I think he must have fallen asleep because he hasn't tried the door yet. I put on lotion and perfume. I had a pedicure yesterday so my toes are good, not that you'll see them through the thigh highs or that my toes would make one difference to our sexlife.
I pull my hair up, but kinda shaggy and sexy with it half falling down. I bought this color lipstick I would never wear in public but I'll wear it here. Now I have to start with the hose, I always hate this, I have yet to put a pair on without getting a run in at least one of them.
They're on, I love that wide band of lace at the top, looks so pretty. Now for the teddy. Legs in, pull it up and put boobs in cups and straps over shoulders. The cups have that built in push up thing going on. I got boobs up to my chin.
I look at myself in the mirror, I should have gotten the fme pumps I think to myself. My legs are way too short for this. I am having self doubt. Wait, he's not a leg guy, he's a boob man and the way the're displayed and with the Christian Dior Addict in my cleavage, the scent that drives him wild, I'm good to go.
I look almost goth in this. Dark hair, pale eyes, dark lashes. I could be goth in this except I don't do black lipstick, this is dark but not black.
I open the bathroom door, I am smiling expecting to see him smiling at me. He's not there. The candles are burning, the bed is turned down. No him. I call his name. I hear the CD player. "Baby I'm soooo into youuu" Marc Broussard is singing. It's my music, he doesn't even like it.
He walks in the bedroom. I'm bathed in candle light. You look different he says. I just smile and nod. He doesn't have a clue as to why I look different. He's seen me in sexy stuff, just not this sexy. It's done something to my persona. I am a commanding figure now.
He says, let me look at you. Normally I would not want to be the center of anyone's attention, but in this, if I'm not the center of his world right now, the man is a fool. I stand in front of him and look him in the face as his eyes roam my body. I turn around so he can see every thing about it.
Ok, I did something I said I would never do again. I bought something with a thong. However, it's not something I think I will have on for very long, so I'm not sweating the dental floss in my ass.
I turn back around, He nods approvingly. You look amazing he says. I taste even better, was my reply. Can I touch it he inquires, you can touch whatever you want baby, you know that.
He's got on those old gym shorts from college. He's got a chubby. Good it's working. He reaches out and runs the back of his hand over the silk of the teddy. He closes his eyes, concentrating on the feel of it. His knuckles brush my nipple making me draw in a sharp breath.
He leans over at the waist and put his mouth where the back of his hand was. Tugs very gently with his teeth. Wait a minute! I'm supposed to be in control of the situation. I want to say, get in the bed but I manage to say nothing except mmmmm. His strong arms are around me, pulling me to him. he kisses my neck and I get weak in the knees.
I grab his head and bring his mouth hungrily to mine. His hands are roving, feeling every nuance that is me. I can't keep my eyes from rolling back and I'm breathing way too fast.
The tip of his tongue dances with mine in a routine that is established but still feels so wonderful. I was going to be the one in charge tonight but he's turned the tables on me. I pant, I beg, I am in heat.
He lies on his back in the bed, he motions for me. Please baby, come sit on my face. I love this, but it makes me nervous. I'm afraid I'm going to hurt him. I never have, not sure why I think I would.
I hold onto the headboard and ride his face. I cannot tell him how wonderful it feels to masturbate myself on his tongue. The fact that it's pierced makes it that much easier to have these really mindblowing orgasms. Less than 5 minutes is all it takes.
I lie down beside him, kiss his neck, carress his crotch. Could you get on your knees and grab the headboard he asks? I like it this way, kinda doggy, kinda something else. Makes me arch my back and stick my ass out, the ass is NOT the target.
He puts his hands on top of mine and interlaces our fingers. He's kissing my neck. Stroking me on the inside, in and out, making slurpy noises. He likes the slurpy noises, the sound of a good fucking going on he says. I'd have to agree, a very good fucking going on. I'll need the hot tub tomorrow.
3/30/2006 4:33 am
Great story,I like how he turned the table on you.You know why I like the fuck me pumps?It is the way they make your feet look,the high arch,just something about that to me is so sexy.|
3/30/2006 4:42 am
Holy SHIT!! Damn!this was hot Hot HOT!|
Note to self... stop reading Mac's blog before going to work in the morning...
3/30/2006 12:45 pm
smokin', luv |
3/30/2006 7:29 pm
Wow! Seven Hundred Posts! But most of them are on other people's blogs. I guess that makes me a social Bloggerfly, right?|