Category : Adult

Sub Category : Erotic

“So,  what are you watching " i ask
“I haven’t decided yet,” you answer. “Not much on.” you toss the remote to me. “Here, knock yourself out.”
I start flipping through the channels again. Eventually, I land on a pole-dancing competition on one of the sports stations. The stage was constructed on a beach in mid-day, maybe during March break, judging by the crowd. The women were dressed conservatively (for strippers) in sports bras and booty shorts. Each gets three minutes to do a routine, which is judged by a panel of five judges, including celebrity guest judge Kid Rock.
“Can you believe that they made a sport of this?” I ask.
“I mean, I guess the girls are athletic,” you respond.
“Yeah?” I ask, smirking. “Is this the kind of thing you like?”
I get up off the bed, and start to imitate the pole dancing routines. But without a pole, it really amounts to me stomping around the room and shaking my ass. You have to admit that your not unimpressed, but you won’t admit it to me. However, that tingling tightening sensation in your cock has returned.“Come on, sit down,” you say, though youve been enjoying the way my body looks in my nightie, and how you think maybe you might have caught a glimpse of a black thong beneath – or maybe it was just shadows and your imagination.
I come and sit next to you on your bed.  I’m keenly aware of the thinness of your pajama bottoms, and the stiffening cock beneath them. You shift in on the mattress, presumably to make room for me but simultaneously pull the blanket across your lap. I snuggle up next to you.
“Did you like it?” I ask.
“Yeah,” you agree, hoping that will be the end of it. “You’re a great dancer. If you were on the show, I bet you’d win.”
“Hm…” I say, looking suspiciously at you.
“What?” you ask.
“You look nervous,” I say. “What are you nervous about?”
“Nothing.”
“Is it me? Do I make you nervous?”
“I… uh….”
“What are you hiding?” I ask, grabbing the blanket. But you won’t let go. We begin to wrestle, rolling around the bed together.
Finally, you end up on top of me pinning my wrists down. We’re both breathing heavily, looking into each other’s eyes. Then in a surprise move, you wrap your legs around my waist and pull me down on top of you. You can’t hide it any longer, youve become fully aroused during our exchange. I feel your cocks rigidness pushing against my belly.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“It’s… It’s nothing.” you stammer embarrassed. You get off of me, and let me up. “I’m sorry. You should probably go.”
“Listen,” I say. “Neither of us can sleep, and I think it’s pretty clear why... Now, you don’t want to cheat on your wife, and I respect that. I think you’re amazing for it. But the fact is, neither of us is getting what we need. So, why don’t we help each other out?”
“W-What do you mean?” you ask.
Tentatively, I reach out towards your erection which is inconspicuously straining at your pajama bottoms. You flinch away at first, but I persist, and you let me grasp the hot bulbous head in my fist. I give it a squeeze through the fabric, and feel it throbbing back in response.
“If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” I say flirtatiously. “I know you’re curious. I know you’ve been checking me out. You didn’t think I knew, but I knew.
”You know where this is going. You know at this point you have no will power left to stop it. The best you can do is hesitate weakly.
“No?” I ask, wrapping my fingers around your cock  “Still shy?” I give your cock a tug through your pajamas. You groan softly. “What if I show you mine first, then? Hmm?” I stand, and lift my arms above my head, pulling off my pink satin nightie and letting it float to the floor. And beneath- it hadn’t been your imagination – im wearing a black lacey thong. Your eyes graze up over the subtle curve of my belly to my beautiful breasts. They’re gorgeous.  Each of them is topped by a cute little pink eager pointy nipple.
You begin to move towards me but I put up my finger and stop you.“Ah-ah!” I warn. “You just stay where you are.”
You watch me as my fingers trail delicately over and around my delicious looking tits, pausing now and then to pinch one of my nipples, causing it to become even redder, firmer, juicier. My eyes stay on you, savoring your every reaction. Your cock twitches again excitedly.
“Ah, he’s just begging for attention, isn’t he?” I ask. “Why don’t you let him out?”
My eyes are fixated on your hands, as your thumbs hook into the sides of your pajamas and pull, revealing  the thick length of your cock. Finally, the waistband passes over the swollen red-purple head, and it springs up like a catapult. You pull the pajamas to your ankles and kick them off your feet. Then you sit up and remove your t-shirt. You look hot super-fit with six-pack abs , I’m not terribly out of shape for my age either. Your eyes scan me as you recline naked.
“Mmm, you look so good,” I say.
“Thanks, you look really hot, too.”
“Yeah, you think so?”
“Uh huh.”
“Show me,” I demand. I begin to move but you stop me again. “Show me from there.”
Getting the idea, you grab the shaft of your cock in your right hand and begin to stroke it while watching me. I reach up and caress my throat, then I let my hand slide slowly over my breasts, down my stomach until my fingers meet the waistline of my black lacey thong, and slip inside. You see my knuckles moving and working beneath the fabric. I moan and lean back against the wall.
After a minute I remove my hand from my underwear. I spring off the wall and approach you on the bed. You continue stroking your cock, your pace getting faster with your excitement as you wonder what i’ll do next.
I bend over so that my bare breasts are almost touching your naked chest. My hand dips once more between my thighs, and when my fingers emerge, they’re glistening with my juices. I offer them to you and you suck them clean, loving the taste of me, and letting your tongue glide sensuously across my fingertips.
You watch me retreat again to the other side of the room. Then I turn, showing you the beautiful round, full cheeks of my ass. And my long legs,  I bend, over pulling at my thong, slowly coming free of the crease of my ass, and revealing the flushed lips of my pussy between my thighs. I pull the thong down to my knees, and then let it fall to my feet.
I stand up again and kick my underwear carelessly to the side before turning around. Your hands follow the lines of my hips down over the smooth skin of my navel converging at the hot bare triangle at the meeting of my thighs.  I watch for your reaction as I spread my lips apart showing my flushed hot pink labia. You squeeze your cock hard and groan loudly.
“Fuck,” you swear.
“Keep stroking,” I say.
You resume your pace, moving your hand up and down your hard cock. My fingers begin to rub in vigorous circles around my clit. You can hear my breathing getting harder, and realize that yours has become labored as well.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask.
“Yeah, you?” you respond in kind.
“You can see what you’re doing to me,” I say. My fingers begin to press inside my pussy.  “I love the way that big fucking piece of meat looks in your hand. Is it hot?”
“So hot,” you confirm.
“And hard?”
“Mmm. Like a rock.”
“God, it looks so fucking good.” I begin to move closer to your bed.
“You look fucking good,” you return.
“Yeah, tell me.”
“Your pussy looks so fucking hot and creamy.”
“Yeah, so creamy… for you.” I climb on to the bed, just a couple of feet away from you “Thinking about that hard cock deep inside my wet cunt.”
“Oh shit, yeah, filling you up.”
You watch as I spread my legs wide for you showing you everything.
“Can you imagine me on top of you?” I suggest.
“Yeah.”
“Rocking back and forth on top of you?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Grinding my pussy on you?”
“Fuck, as I stuff my cock, balls-deep inside of you making you feel every millimeter of me.”
“Fuck yes! If we keep going like this, I’m going to cum.”
“Me too,” you agree.
Our bodies are so close together on the bed now, not touching, but we can feel the heat coming off of each other. Me watch you stroke your cock, fast and hard now. You watch me rubbing furiously at my clit. My face is desperate, focused, and lost in the moment. The mattress is a violently shivering beast beneath us with the intensity of our motions.
“Feel me inside you, pounding you, feel me hitting every spot in you with my cock,” you say, carried away with the spirit.
“My cunt so wet and warm,” I add. “As you slide in and out! Oh, fuck me so hard!”
“Yes, I’m giving it to you hard. Fuck, I want you to feel me fill you up with my cum.”
“Mmm. Yeah, stuff me full of your hot sticky cum. Make me your fucking cum slut!”
“Are you going to cum for me, cum slut?” you ask.
“I’m close…. So fucking close…” I answer.
“Yeah, are going to be a slut for my cum, and cum for me?”
“Oh fuck yeeeesssss!!!!!”
My eyes squeeze tightly shut, and you see my body tense up and shudder, as my orgasm washes over me. It’s too much for you. You can’t hold back anymore. With just another couple of strokes and a loud growl, you feel your balls throbbing hard, and a jet of white semen explodes into the air, flying across your stomach. Volley after volley follows as your cock pulses in your fist, and you close your eyes just enjoying the feeling.
When you open them, im lying next to you, regarding you with a curious smile.
“So?” I ask.
“I think I really needed that,” you admit.
“Yeah, me too,” I say.
I dip my fingers into the trail of cum you had shot across my belly, and then stick them in my mouth.
“Hmm, not bad,” I say appreciatively.
“Yeah, I guess we should get cleaned up, or something,” you suggest.
“Mhmm,” I say, yawning. “You go shower. I feel like I could just fall asleep right here.”
You stand up, and look at my naked body one more time. I roll over on to my side, with my eyes closed, already drifting off to sleep. You put a sheet over me before heading into the washroom, to rinse your cum down the drain. The hot water feels so good and relaxing.
Finally, you towel off and climb into bed next to me. I flip over, and throw an arm over you. You can feel my breasts pressing into your back, and your leg finds its way between mine. Finally, you reach to turn off the lamp, and let your heavy eyelids close, wondering if we’re going to be able to wake up in a few hours, or if we’ll decide to spend the day in bed.