This is the story that started me on my erotic journey. It was written by my friend Gavin (the hero in my last story). I did edit it for grammar, spelling and readability, but the rest is all his. I hope you enjoy it.
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You come home from a day of work at 7:30 in the evening, the moon just coming up over the horizon. As you open the door, you see my smiling face beaming back at you with that boyish wicked grin I always have when I have something up my sleeve, and wearing nothing but a white cooking apron with the Tabasco(TM) emblem on it. You think to yourself, Spicy, sexy, as you enter the doorway.
Your eyes brighten at the sight of me; you had thoughts of waking me up when you came home, wicked thoughts of kissing my entire body, trying to rouse me from my slumber as I napped on the couch.
I take your hand in mine, and quickly whisk you to your chair, and sit you down, making sure you are comfortable; pillows under your head, feet propped up on the ottoman. I hand you a cold glass of wine and start taking your shoes and stockings off, then I lean down and reach for the bottle of massage oil. You finally notice the scent of smoky grilled meat, and a hint of garlic and rosemary. You wonder what I have cooked for dinner.
I look at you with my sheepish/boyish grin and begin to apply the oil to your left foot, lightly adding pressure as my kneading hands release the tension as you lay back and enjoy the pleasure of your aching and tired feet being loved on. As I sit on the ottoman in front of you, slowly easing away the day's tension of being on your feet all day long, walking up and down the hallways chasing paperwork, you scrunch down into the chair as your body begins to relax.
As you get more comfortable in the chair your suit skirt rides up your luscious thighs a wee bit, exposing your silky white g-string panty you wore under it; you can't have panties or panty lines showing. I can see you have been thinking of us all day, as your panties are moist with your juices, the fabric of your panties making a crease where your lips meet and I wonder to myself, How many times did she touch herself, fingering her swollen clit in the empty stairwells, thinking of us having fucked in the shower before she went to work?
My thoughts turn to that moment, our bodies slippery and soapy, hands sliding all over each other's bodies as I pumped your ass from behind. Oh, the joys of sex in the shower! I let out a muffled sigh.
You take a slow sip of the delicious wine and moan softly as your body eases further into relaxation. My hands gently caress and knead your toes one at a time before sliding under your tired arches, fingers underneath and thumbs up above, squeezing gently but firmly. I then take your Achilles tendon between my fingers and press firmly as I slide my hands up along the underside of your strong, muscled calf.
I then slide my hands back down the front of your shin, and giving a gentle squeeze as I cup your heal in my right hand, I slide the left one under your arch, lifting upwards and easing the rest of the tension away. You let out another soft sigh as I begin to work on your other foot. Your mind drifts off to dreamland as I continue to longingly love on your feet and calves, taunting and teasing your thighs with the possible pleasure that they might receive. But then the beep, beep, beep of the timer goes off.
I get up with another boyish grin on my face to finish preparing our dinner. As I swagger into the kitchen you can see my strong muscular thighs and ass peaking out from the apron as I strut to the kitchen, my ass swaying blatantly as I look over my shoulder to see your hand dive between your thighs. You touch yourself as you watch me move across the room, the apron not hiding my muscled body from your eyes.
Unable to hide your need for a quick orgasm, you moan quietly as you touch your swollen clit. The feeling of my hands massaging you has you nearing an explosive orgasm as it is; the sight of my sexy body takes you over the top and you can no longer hold back. You need to cum now. Your moans increase as you make your clit dance against your finger; you shudder and quickly release your juices all over your g-string, suit and recliner, the stain widening as you flood onto the chair. Stars fill your eyes as you continue quivering and shuddering. This orgasm had been building all day long.
Before you left for work you put me back to bed with those special kisses on my manhood. You walked around all day with the sensation of my throbbing exploding cock filling your mouth and lips, and the taste of my cum covering your tongue had you
craving
, desiring more throughout the day. As you lay on the chair indulging your desire, time passes without realization.