WHY WE MISSED THE SHOW  

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1/31/2006 12:26 am

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WHY WE MISSED THE SHOW


It’s 7:30 p.m. We’re too late to make our dinner reservation, but we still have time for the show. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a cotton Oxford with gray slacks and loafers. You’re at the mirror wearing your little black dress with heels. I’m trying to watch the news, but you’re putting on your makeup and it’s distracting me. You have some kind of brush that you’re using to apply lipstick and every now and then your reflection glances at me to see if I’m watching you.
The way you’re bent at the waist gives me a perfect picture of your ass through the tight dress. Earlier you told me you aren’t wearing any panties tonight, but I haven’t checked yet. I eyes travel up your long legs ‒ ankle to calf to knee to thigh ‒ and watch them disappear into your dress. Even though I know where they’re going I can’t help imagining what it’s like there right now.
I don’t even notice as I stand up and begin to walk towards you until I see you look at me in the mirror. By the time I’m behind you I’m already hard and my pants begin to feel tight and restricting. You don’t stop what you’re doing as I begin to kiss your neck and ears. I love it when you pretend to ignore me.
My hands are on your waist as you put your lipstick down and stand upright, looking at yourself. “Stop” you say, but I’m not listening. Lightly I bight your earlobe and for a second you relax and let your had tilt back. My eyes look into the mirror at your long neck, then your color bone, down to the cleavage of your perfect breasts hidden by the dress. Your right arm reaches up behind my head and your fingernails begin to massage my scalp. I know we’re going to be late for the show.
Slowly I begin to slide the spaghetti strap of your dress off of your left shoulder. I feel you hesitate ‒ you’ve been wanting to see this show for weeks. My hand slides under your arm and cups your breast. Your breast is firm and I can tell your nipple was hard by the time I got there. Again I look in the mirror and watch myself touching you. Your eyes are closed, your mouth half open. Slowly my right hand slides down you hip and leg to the hemline of your dress. I want to look.
As I draw your dress up I can feel you pressing your hips into me. My bulge is pressing back into you and without admitting it we’re already beginning to grind against one another. As the dress gets higher I kiss your neck and pinch your nipple. I can hear your breath getting heavier. The dress arrives at the point where your legs meet and, just as you promised, there is no underwear. I’m staring, unable to look away. Then I notice that your eyes are open looking back at me. You’re smiling.
I don’t want to touch it. I want to make you wait, or at least pretend I’m not so eager, but I can’t help myself. My hand reaches and I brush the hair above it. Your hand slides over mine and you begin to guide me in between. But then I feel you change your mind.
You walk around me, still holding my hand, and lead me back to the bed. The backs of your legs are touching the bed and I’m standing in front of you. You cup your hand over my bulge and lean into my ear. “Quick”, you say “I want to see the show”. I push the other strap off of your shoulder and the dress falls down, tracing perfectly every curve of your body. You’re naked except for your heels and makeup. Lightly I push you down onto the bed and lean down over you. I can smell everything ‒ you’re perfume, between your legs, you skin. I want to take it all in.
I crawl up and kiss your lips. I realize it’s the first time I’ve kissed you since we met this evening and I miss it. Your soft lips and tongue are warm and moist. They invite me in and remind me of what’s to come. As I kiss you I can feel your hands unbuckling my belt. This is my favorite part ‒ when your actions confess that you can’t wait any longer. You dip your fingers inside the waistband of my boxer shorts and push them down along with my pants. My ass is exposed and my dick is already wet with pre cum. Your hand grabs it and begins to pull it closer to you. “No” I say.
I roll you over onto your stomach. I love to look at you naked from behind. Your arms are tucked under you and you’re looking over your shoulder, waiting to see what I’ll do. I push myself up on my knees and unbutton the top buttons on my shirt in order to pull it over my head. Then I slide off my shoes and socks. My pants and boxers follow. You just lay there waiting.
When I’m finished undressing I begin to play with your legs. You shaved them this morning and I don’t know what kind of lotion you’ve been using, but you’re soft. You feel the way women should feel. My fingers run lightly over your calf and behind your knee. As I begin to move up your thigh you flinch. I think it’s because you’re ticklish, but maybe you’re just squirming in anticipation.
At the top of your thigh, just under your ass, I begin to rub you more firmly. I let my hands slip in between your legs and then pull them apart just a little bit. You told me to be quick, but I don’t want to. I’m enjoying this too much. As my hand slides down I can feel the hair protecting your pussy. Already it is moist and I let my face get close enough to smell. You smell clean and fresh, but you smell like you’re ready, too.
My fingers trail over your pussy’s lips. I can tell you’ve been wet for a while. Each time I put pressure here or there I can feel the moisture come out and your entire body begins to tense up. My dick is already beginning to twitch and I don’t want to waist this so I pull your legs farther apart and get a good look before I position myself behind you.
I lift your hips up and you shift your weight onto your elbows. You’re still looking back, but I know soon your head will be buried in the sheets to muffle you moans. I grab my dick and slide it a few times up and down your pussy lips. I want to make sure its wet before I put it in and I want to mix my pre cum with your juices. I step my knees forward so that I’m close, each of your legs on either side of me.
Slowly I begin to dip the tip of my prick in between your lips. I find the hole and apply more pressure. You’re so wet, but there’s still some resistance. I’m staring down at your back and ass and even though I want this to be good and long I can’t wait to cum. I press a little bit and you give out a sigh. Finally I push in and I can’t believe how good your pussy feels. I’m only in a couple of inches, but I can feel your pussy ‒ so wet, so warm ‒ pulling me in. I slide in some more and then pull out. I do it again, a little more, then a little more. Your back begins to arch and you’re rocking back and forth against me. I love it when we find a rhythm so quick.
My dick is pressed deep into your pussy, up to my balls. My fingers are digging into your waist as I pull you close, then push you away. Your pussy juices are beginning to run down your leg. The insides of you thighs are slick and it helps you to slide back and forth. We’re fucking so hard I can hear your ass slapping against me. You’re beginning to moan and I want to cum, but I know I have to wait.
My right hand lets go of your hip and begins to slide down to the front of your leg. I let my left hand crawl up to your breast. As I do this I pull you up to me. Your back is tight against my chest, your head resting against my neck, and I’m clawing at your tits. My right hand has found your pussy from the front. This is what I wanted.
Your legs are spread around mine, leaving your clit entirely exposed. I wait until right before you’re about to cum to begin fingering it. Immediately your arms reach back and grab my head. Your hips are bucking wildly against me and even though I can’t see, I’m sure your toes are curling. I can’t believe how wet you are down there. My fingers are rubbing and pinching your clit ‒ just enough that it barely hurts. You’re coming so hard I want to bite your neck. As you begin to scream you use one of your hands to cover your mouth.
I let you fall forward as the orgasm slows down. I’m still hard and inside of you. But this is not when I want to come. You’re flat on the bed. I roll you over. “No, baby” you say, but I haven’t come yet. I take a nibble from your breast as I spread your legs again. Your knees are up at my hips. This time I slide in easily.
Again you catch your breath. Perhaps remnants of your last orgasm remain, or maybe the next one just isn’t that far away. In either case, as I pull your legs up to wrap around my waist I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. I didn’t think I’d be able to wait very long to cum, so I’m glad you’re starting already. One of my arms is under you, holding the back of your neck, the other is digging into your ass, pulling you in tighter with each thrust.
You’re breathing speeds up and your fingers begin to claw into my back. You try to say fuck a few times, but your breath won’t let you. My face is buried in the crook of your neck. The smell of your skin and sweat and perfume make me forget where I am. All I know is I’m about to cum inside the woman I love. “I’m fucking coming” I say. You whimper and pull yourself tight around me.
I can feel it spurting. One . . . two . . . three . . . it keeps coming and I lose track. Your body continues to spasm as you’re wrapped around me. I can feel your pussy clinch and then release around my cock. Your legs begin to slide down my body, but you continue to grind your clit against my groin. You cum for another minute while I lay exhausted on top of you. Finally my soft dick slips out of you and you release one final sigh.
“Oh, my god” we both say a few times. I roll off of you and stare at the ceiling. My hands want to touch your breasts, but I don’t have the energy. You slide your hand over your pussy a few times. “Oh, my god, I’m so wet” you say. My dick twitches. You get up to go to the bathroom to clean yourself off. As you walk away I can see my cum mixed with your cum on you legs and as I watch your naked ass swing from side to side I realize I’m already hard again.

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