I arrive home from work late in the afternoon, hot and sticky with sweat. I have been unable to think of anything, but stripping off my clothes and climbing into the shower for the last hour now, but then...it all changes as I see you.
You are asleep, on the bed. I know you always sleep naked and today is no exception. You have a very thin, white sheet covering your body, one long, naked leg exposed. I can see the peaks of your nipples poking through the cotton sheet, the line of your most intimate areas, barely covered, but no matter how many times I have seen you naked before, I cannot resist looking yet again. I gently begin to peel away the sheet, exposing first one beautiful breast and then the other. I desperately want to sink upon them, to take each rosy red bud in my mouth, to feel them stiffen beneath my tongue and to close my teeth around them. But...I don't. I don't want to wake you just yet...Slowly, I slip the sheet lower still, exposing your soft, flat tummy and your cute little belly button. Lower still I move, shivering in anticipation of the view of your wonderful little pussy. I take my time here. First, revealing the soft, hair-free skin of your lower abdomen and then, unable to resist any longer, your stunning, soft vagina.
As I stare down at the beautiful woman beneath me I think, once again, how lucky I am.
You must be feeling the heat of the late afternoon too because your body lies open, your arms at your sides and your legs spread quite wide.
I cannot help myself from staring between your legs, your beautiful, soft pussy, so inviting, available there for me.
I feel my balls tighten and my cock twitch inside of my jeans.
Are you really asleep? I wonder. Or are you aware of me stood above you, my dick growing hard at the sight of your naked beauty?
I remove my shirt, desperate for relief from the oppressive heat. I feel the sweat trickle between my shoulder blades and down to the small of my back.
Slowly and gently, so as not to wake you, I crawl up onto the bed and between your legs. I love the sight of your pussy up close. You wax it smooth...just for me, you say, although you know I cannot resist playing with it, teasing it when it is hair free and I am sure that gives you more than a little pleasure for yourself.
Today is no different. I have to touch it. I have to taste it. I can see your sweat shining along the creases and want to run the tip of my tongue along them, to taste your salty skin.
I blow softly up and down the length of your slit, pausing to blow more directly against your hooded clit. Your body twitches and involuntarily, you open your legs a little wider.
I look up at your face and you look so peaceful, your chest rising and falling as you sleep. I want to give you dreams. I want to give you the best sort of dreams.
I gently press a fingertip against your soft pussy lips and you twitch again. You let out a little moan of frustration in your sleep and your brow furrows, but as I run my finger between the lips, up and down, as light as the touch of a feather, your face softens and you relax once again.
My penis is so hard now that it is almost painful. I long to take it out, to stroke it as I stroke you, but this is not my time, my attention is with you and only you and I must wait.
I stare at the baby soft skin of your labia as my finger slides up and down. You think your skin is uneven, but I adore it. I love to run my tongue along its edges, to take each tender fold between my teeth and nibble gently.
As my finger continues to travel upwards I cannot resist sliding it against your clitoris. I press into it, with a little more pressure now and again; you release a tiny moan, as your legs twitch still further apart.
Are you really asleep? I ask myself again. The tiniest hint of a smile plays against your lips. We've played this game before and you promise me you are unaware of my attentions, but you are a clever girl. Maybe you know, full well, that if you lay yourself out for me. I will be powerless to resist the charms of your body and will have to give your beautiful, little vagina the attention it deserves.
Unable to resist any longer, I lean in and begin to cover the skin around your pussy with butterfly kisses, my lips making the barest of contact. I breathe in deeply through my nostrils, drawing your scent deep within me. Your smell is perfect, it is the hot, clean smell of a woman and again I am aware of the throbbing within my jeans.
My tongue, very, very lightly runs along the dip between your thighs and where your pussy begins to swell. I can taste the saltiness of your sweat as my tongue draws along first one side and then the other.