It's the end of another very long day. As I walk into my house I kick off my heels, reach under my silk blouse and undo the front hook of my lace bra and slither out of it. This is my daily ritual. I love the feel of my naked breasts against my shirt and I can never wait to get home each day for just this sensation. As I walk through the kitchen to get a glass of wine I flick the play button on my answering machine. Your voice is the first one that comes through the speaker. Standing in the open door of the fridge my nipples harden under the silk of my shirt, a reaction to the combination of the chill and your voice. I swear I can feel your husky tones stroking over my skin. Just hearing you leave a simple message makes me hot. I pick up the phone to call you back and get your machine.
"Hey baby...I got your message. And now here I am missing you...hot for you...and you are not even home. Call me when you get in. Or better yet just come over."
I start to drink my wine and sit on the couch. As I sit down I fold my leg under my ass and my skirt hikes up my legs and reveals the edge of my lace topped stockings and the garter attached to it. I am still worked up from hearing your voice and wishing you were here. My silk shirt continues to tease my sensitive nipples and I lean my head back thinking about your mouth on me, your tongue laving my breasts, flicking gently over my nipples, nipping my breasts with your teeth. I am starting to stroke the inside of my thigh with one hand while I sip more wine. It must be going to my head. I don't remember ever being this hot before, just from thinking about a man. My wineglass is empty so I set it aside and begin running the fingers of both hands over my almost painfully erect nipples through my top. I am so wet that I can feel my thong beginning to dampen between my ass cheeks and I lower one hand to the crotch of my lace panties. God...I wish you were here.
Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. I know my face is flushed and my nipples are hard, but I answer the door just as I am, secretly thrilled at the prospect of someone knowing how horny I am. When I open the door and you are standing there it's like a wet dream come true. I smile slowly and step back to let you in the door. As soon as the door is closed I turn to you and just stand there waiting. You have a knowing, smug look on your face.
You can tell just how turned I am. I reach behind me and flick the lock. You step toward me and your eyes drop to the obvious showing that my nipples are making against my blouse. I close the distance between us and rise up on my toes to close my mouth over yours. You grab my hips and jerk me closer, pressing your hard cock against my mound. I moan into your mouth and you press me back against the door, the better to grind your bulge against my swollen pussy. Your hands start to work undoing the buttons on my blouse. As you reveal my tits to the cool air, my nipples harden ever more painfully. I know what is coming and I can barely contain my excitement. First you knead my breasts as you continue to stoke my tongue with your own. I shudder as you run your thumbs over my nipples. My back arches when you tweak them and pull gently. My breath rasps against your mouth and I am on the verge of begging when you lower your head to take one nipple in your mouth. The wet heat of your mouth is extraordinary and violently pleasurable. I come almost immediately. I know that this is something that you love about me...my ability and tendency to orgasm from nipple play alone.