Ice cubes clink against each other in a tall glass as Jim Beam and Sprite blend together. A quick stir and I move into the living room.
You got to town early this morning and don't have to leave until tomorrow afternoon. It's a nice change to the quick visits we usually get and I anticipated a night of cuddling and conversation. You invited a couple of your friends over to watch the game; unfortunately, I threw a temper fit over it and am making amends for behaving like a scorned girlfriend -- not exactly what I am. Our situation is unusual. Neither one of us is looking for serious at the moment; we have fun, generally good conversation and great -- camaraderie.
The sofa you're reclining on was an indulgence. Covered in deep crimson velvet, it's especially conducive to napping -- wide, down-filled cushions, low arms and a squishy back invite snuggling with a book and a blanket, or a choice lover. Your stocking feet rest on the matching ottoman. I swing my leg over and settle in front of you. Your bare chest entices me to hurry, but teasing and tempting you slowly is more entertaining. My eyes drink in the contours of your body. Broad shoulders lead into a deep chest and slight belly, narrowing into lean hips and strong legs. You're a manly specimen and I so enjoy the view. Your whole body screams strength and the package makes my pussy moisten.
Your eyes barely leave the TV screen. Denver is playing Kansas City on Monday Night Football, a major game for the Wild Card slot in the play-offs. You take the drink and thank me absently, trying to look around me as the Broncos make a key play.
I'm wearing a long silk gown in deep turquoise. Lace edges the thigh-high slits along the sides and the demure scoop neckline. You don't even blink as the gown settles between my thighs. It was purchased for a night like this, when a layover offered a chance for a long seduction. The silk slithers over my skin, peaking my nipples.
"Good game?" I ask huskily, pressing my mound into your feet as I gently rub your jean-clad calves.
Flicking a glance in my direction, you simply take a sip; a widening of your eyes tells me you saw the show. Water beads down the side of the glass, dropping to your bare skin. I lean forward to lick it off, reveling in the sensation of your lightly furred chest rough against my tender lips. The contrast made me edgy for other textures on your body.
"Not now. The game is close and I want to catch the end," you push me out of the way gently and return your attention to some inane ad. Concerned you're genuinely angry; I open my mouth to apologize for being such a brat earlier. Instead, I see a gleam in your eye, challenging me to engage your mind, not just your body.
"At least let me entertain myself," I lick along the waistband of your jeans, slipping my tongue just under the band. You shift, as if in rejection, but actually give me better access. I reach for the buttons and slowly undo each one with my lips and teeth. My chin brushes against your growing bulge as they pop free. I slide my hands under your ass and ease the denim down your legs. Leaving your underwear, I exhale hotly across your erection through the cotton material. I tease for several minutes, taking your fabric covered head into my mouth, licking along the legs and nibbling the underside of the shaft. A soft groan seems torn from your throat.
After pulling off your socks and slowly removing your underwear with my mouth, I rearrange your legs and settle myself between your knees. Gently kissing my way from your right knee up your inner thigh, to the crease in your groin, I feel your muscles begin to tremble beneath my lips. Blowing a stream of warm air across the head of your cock, I continue my attentions on the other side. Hair roughened skin against my mouth and tongue brings a rush of moisture to the juncture between my thighs.
Cuddling in closer, the tip of my tongue finds your ball sack and licks gently. The tremble in your muscles increases, but you only take another sip of your drink in acknowledgement. I pull each tender globe into my mouth and suck gently, rolling the loose skin with my lips as I change sides. It's so arousing to feel them draw up against my lips and chin when you're buried deep in my throat. Moving lower, I lick the tender line of skin behind your balls. Usually, this earns me a shudder and expletive, but the clink of ice and the acrid scent of whiskey is my only reward. Damn, you're really going to make me work for your attention -- demanding I use more skill than ever before, to show you something impressive.
"Slide out a little, please" my voice becomes hoarse with arousal.
"Whatever," you comply with a shrug. "Keep your head down though, the game's on."
I embark on an irregular pattern of caresses with my hands and mouth. Wanting you to lose control fuels my exploration, as does the variety of textures I encounter; rough leads to silky and back.
Finally taking your nicely erect shaft in my mouth, I flick my tongue across the head and around the rim. My lips form a perfect seal as I pull you in deeper and swirl the tip of my tongue against the sensitive underside. Velvet and steel fills my mouth as I take you to the back of my throat and rub my tongue along the sides and bottom of your cock.
A slight tinkle of ice against glass is my only cue you're enjoying what I'm doing. Taking inspiration, I sip from your glass and suck a cube into my mouth. Rubbing it against my inner lip, I return to your erection.
