It was something like a dream. I was coming home late from work, tired and frustrated from the job, basically moving by memory, no thinking, just moving. I thought about my girlfriend and her words to me on the phone, "Hurry home, I'll be waiting for you." Nothing exceptional there, except the way she said it. There was a hint of mischief in her voice.
I got home, put my briefcase on the kitchen table, and thought about grabbing a beer from the refrigerator. Music played, jazz, smooth, sexy, warm and relaxing; it was perfect. I called out my girlfriend's name, but got no answer. Her car was in the driveway, her house keys on the kitchen table; she was home.
I went up the stairs toward our bedroom. I smelled jasmine, soft and sultry in the air; she was burning candles. Something tingled at the base of my spine and danced on feathered feet up my back giving me a delicious chill, anticipation. Our bedroom door was partly ajar, I saw the flicker of a candle on the dresser, otherwise the room looked dark. I loosened my tie and slowly pushed open the door.
She was on the bed, sitting up, the rose colored sheet was pulled across her torso, with her naked legs and breasts exposed. Her mouth was open, but it wasn't to speak, it was an expression of excitement. I noticed movement under the sheet, as her left hand was under the cover rubbing on her pussy.
Even in the semi-darkness of the room, I could see that her nipples were hard and I could smell her sex in the air.
She pushed the sheet aside with her right hand and I could see her fingers, wet and slippery, slide over her clit and into her pussy. "I was starting to think I'd finish before you got home." She said breathlessly.
"Sorry I'm late." Was all I could say.
Three fingers disappeared into her pussy. She pulled them out slowly, letting her hand drift over her stomach, across her right breast and up to her mouth. She opened her mouth and inserted those same three fingers, sucking the juice off of them. "I'm very horny." She said when she had finished cleaning her fingers. "I need your hard cock."
My hand fumbled with my belt as my cock nearly burst through my pants. The pants hit the floor and I pushed down my briefs exposing my raging hard on. I watched as her left hand went back to her pussy. My shirt and tie came off in a flash and I saw her body tremble with excitement.
I approached the bed as she edged toward me so her face was even with my cock. She was wearing lipstick, shiny, bright, and sexy; she licked her lips as she looked up at me. Without a word she engulfed my cock with her mouth. The moist warmth of her mouth felt wonderful around my hardness. Her head bobbed up and down as she moaned sending vibrations over my shaft. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged a little, but continued on, bringing me to edge of climax. She stopped and looked up at me.
"I like sucking your cock and tasting your cum."
"I like fucking your mouth." I said as she licked the pre-cum from the tip of my dick.
"Fucking." She said the word slowly, as if she could taste it's meaning and wanted to savor every vowel and consonant.
She rolled to her stomach and I could see her ass had a glisten to it. I realized she had lubed her ass for me. It was something we did on occasion and it turned her on greatly, but she had never initiated it before. She pushed her ass up in the air.
