Author's notes:
like most of my writings this is just a fantasy. It may happen in one way or another but these events were just made up in my head. It amazes me how something someone says or suggests can tweak such a curiosity that it forms into an amazing story as soon as it is put onto paper.
The characters in the story are based on real people but they don't know I am writing about them. One day they will but not today.
I don't know why but I am super excited about this weekend. I am literally driving 2 hours to cuddle on the couch. I guess I do know why: the cuddling recharges my soul. It fills me back up. I also know that there will be some intense love making. This love making is not like any other I have experienced. I submit without effort. I let go of all my control from the week and just let him use me in whatever way we need. The amount of release is uncanny.
I knock and wait giddily for him to answer. Several minutes go by. I try the door knob. It is unlocked. I walk in as he is rushing to the door. We stand there just staring. Me in old denim shorts and a baggy t-shirt with my hair in a bun holding my overnight bag. Him in jeans, a button down western shirt wearing a belt, and boots with his jet gray hair slicked back.
"Um, did I not get a memo? Why are you so dressed up? I mean you look absofuckinglutely fabulous but..." I ask as I wave my hands over my attire.
"Nope, you didn't miss anything. It is a surprise" he answers as he's walking towards me.
He presses me against the wall and lifts me to wrap around him as he takes my mouth. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms his neck as my body relaxes and tenses in unison to the kiss. We kiss for several minutes before he pulls away and carries me to the kitchen. He lowers me back down to the floor, unbuttons my shorts, and removes them. He kneels and starts lightly licking my clit. Small. Gentle. Laps of his tongue. I put my hands on the back of his head to steady my balance and spread my legs.
"Mm, you taste so good." He says into my pussy.
I moan and begin to climb. Slowly I feel my body starting to release. His tongue is so gentle and soft. No hurry. Just exploratory. He stops and inserts one finger. He resumes with both tongue and a come here movement with his finger. Still gentle.
I gasp and begin to slightly quake from the pleasure.
"Don't stop!" I beg
He stops. He stands and unclasps his belt and button to his jeans. He pulls them down and bends me over the tall kitchen chairs. He glides into my already very wet pussy.
We both sigh with the entry. He's pushes into me and I push back into him. I feel his body tense, shudder, and release. No way did he just cum without me! I'm shocked and stunned. We both stand. He fixes his clothes as I stand there with my mouth slightly open.
"What the fuck, Seth?!" I ask in complaint
"Don't worry. It's all part of the plan. Go into my closet there is a dress and shoes waiting for you. Take a shower and get all pretty." He says with the most gorgeous evil grin.
I'm going to trust him. He's never disappointed before. I open his closet and see a very short red dress. As I pull it down I notice the low cut of the neckline. It is high waisted and flared. Holy shit! I always love it when he picks out my clothes but he usually finds modest styles. He definitely has real plans tonight. I look down and see red two inch heels. At least he used sense when picking those out.
I carry both of them to the bathroom along with my overnight bag. I pull out all my makeup and toiletries and begin my shower routine. I finish the shower in record time nervous about what the night holds. There are so many options of what he could be planning. I am thinking so frantically that I can't pin one down they are all dancing in my head. I get out and start to towel off when he walks in. He holds up a bra and panties dangling from one finger.
"Did you forget something?" he asks teasingly
"I get to wear panties?" I ask sincerely
He grins mischievously and nods his head yes. The bra and panties are red, lacey, and see through. Lord geezus, I am in a world of hurt. That much red. That much thought into what I'm wearing. His favorite color is red but I don't think that has anything to do with the choice. I grab them from his hands and slowly start putting them on as he leans against the door frame and watches. My heart is racing with the thoughts that I know he's having. I get the panties on and realize there is a slit in the crotch. I look up startled. He just shrugs. I proceed in putting on the bra and realize the same with it. There are 2 inch slits right at the nipples. I inhale and exhale slowly. Crash course to all my comfort zones.
I lean forward against the sink to start putting on my little bit of makeup. I normally go with less is more and tonight will be no different. It might be my only comfort zone left in tact. There is no way he picked out makeup for me. He walks up behind me and starts to play with the slit in the panties.
"I am putting on eye makeup. That might not be safe." I proclaim with agitation in my voice. I can't mask the anxiety that I'm feeling about tonight.
"Do you need me to be nicer?" he asks sincerely
"Yes, I need some kind of hint about tonight. I'm losing my mind trying to figure it out." I reply bluntly
I watch him put something in his pocket and walk out of the bathroom. I sigh and proceed to finish the makeup.
"Come here." He calls from in the bedroom
I put down the hairbrush and obey. He is sitting on the edge of the bed and pats his leg. I follow his cue, walk to him, and sit. I feel my lady parts exit the slit. I roll my eyes inwardly and look at him. He wraps his arms around me and asks. "Do you trust me?"
I swallow and reply weakly "Yes"
He cocks an eye brow at me and asks again "Do you trust me?"
"Very much so." I answer more certain this time
"Ok, we are going to sit here until you feel better and then you can go finish getting ready. Does that sound like a plan?"