Afternoon Delight
Friday, February 1, 2008
I call her phone when I get to her Murray Hill Apt doorstep.
She answers quietly, but I hear footsteps on the stairs inside and the door opens to me.
She lets me in, and I kick off my stilletos.
I grab her shirt in my fist, and pull her behind me up the stairs to her room. I have yet to say a word.
We close the door behind us, and she swoops in for a kiss. Her lips hit mine, then part and let her tongue flick into my mouth.
I pull myself against her; urging her to open her mouth wider, force her to kiss me harder, deeper. We’re groping at each other, but I step back, breaking the kiss.
I walk backwards a few feet, and start pulling off my work clothes. first, I unbutton my shirt and yank it off. Next I pull my tank top over my head, followed quickly by my bra.
I hear her sharp intake of breath... she wants to touch but I’m not done.
I unbutton my pants, let them fall to the ground and then kick them away. My thong is the last thing to come off... I peel them down, away from my hot body.
She closes the distance between us quickly, and i'm caught up in her embrace... her hands run over my bare skin, yearning to touch everything at once and frustrated that she hasn't the patience to take her time.
In a blink, she's down to her bra. I push her lips from mine and push her backwards onto her bed. As she sits on the edge, I sink between her legs and pull off the last of her clothing; the only thing between the meeting of naked flesh.
I stare up into her eyes right before I start a luscious rhythm I play out with my mouth. She moans
I feel her tensing up, and she tells me she is close. I speed up my movements.
I could feel the movement of her climax before it comes, and then I feel her release with a groan.
I got up, kissed her gently and said that I had to go back to work.
"I need to iron my shirt. I have a meeting in 1/2 hr" I said.
She stayed there motionless with a smile of satisfaction.
She answers quietly, but I hear footsteps on the stairs inside and the door opens to me.
She lets me in, and I kick off my stilletos.
I grab her shirt in my fist, and pull her behind me up the stairs to her room. I have yet to say a word.
We close the door behind us, and she swoops in for a kiss. Her lips hit mine, then part and let her tongue flick into my mouth.
I pull myself against her; urging her to open her mouth wider, force her to kiss me harder, deeper. We’re groping at each other, but I step back, breaking the kiss.
I walk backwards a few feet, and start pulling off my work clothes. first, I unbutton my shirt and yank it off. Next I pull my tank top over my head, followed quickly by my bra.
I hear her sharp intake of breath... she wants to touch but I’m not done.
I unbutton my pants, let them fall to the ground and then kick them away. My thong is the last thing to come off... I peel them down, away from my hot body.
She closes the distance between us quickly, and i'm caught up in her embrace... her hands run over my bare skin, yearning to touch everything at once and frustrated that she hasn't the patience to take her time.
In a blink, she's down to her bra. I push her lips from mine and push her backwards onto her bed. As she sits on the edge, I sink between her legs and pull off the last of her clothing; the only thing between the meeting of naked flesh.
I stare up into her eyes right before I start a luscious rhythm I play out with my mouth. She moans
I feel her tensing up, and she tells me she is close. I speed up my movements.
I could feel the movement of her climax before it comes, and then I feel her release with a groan.
I got up, kissed her gently and said that I had to go back to work.
"I need to iron my shirt. I have a meeting in 1/2 hr" I said.
She stayed there motionless with a smile of satisfaction.
