Nicole tries to work at home

John, that was beautiful. How’s your day going? Still a bad day?" I giggle.

“I’m having a beautiful day,” you mumble gently, a soft breathing colors your voice.

“Wait till you see what night you’re going to have!” I’m giggling.

“UH oh,” you smile in response.

“Oh dear!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought work I have to read by tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’ll start with the work. You can relax, read the paper, take a shower or something. Sorry, honey, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll make it up to you later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you see the naughty brilliance in my eyes. “The nite is not over,” you think to yourself.

I start picking up my clothes in preparation to get dressed, and feel your hand on my arm. “No, honey, don’t put that on again. Put on that red and black thing, you know, the one with the black side trim and the little red tires in front.”

John, my job… I whisper, a fearful look on my face.

“I promise to leave you alone until your work is done. Let me know when you’re ready to play. I’m gonna take a shower now and then I’m gonna read the paper or watch I’ll tell you till you’re done.”

After the shower you come looking for me in the living room. Your eyes travel through the room until you see me lying on the couch. I’m not aware of your presence in the doorway and this will give you a moment to look at me.

I put on the red teddy with the black side. It is bright red as the dress I had before and has black lace around the French cut legs, and where it dips to a V in front just under my waist. It’s almost tied up with the three red tires in the front. From where you stand, you can see the soft swelling of my breasts above the black side while I breathe steadily, intent on my reading. The notebook I’m holding rests on my stomach just under my breasts, and I slowly turn over the pages as I read. You like to watch the subtle movement of my breasts as I raise my arm to turn the page.

The light above my head shines on my hair that flows freely on the pillow and around my shoulders. You walk over and kneel on the floor next to me and gently lift up a curl resting on my upper breast. I can barely feel the hair on the back of your hand brushing against my skin. I sigh and turn my face towards you. You now twist the golden curl in your fingers, and feel his silkiness. I look at your face as your eyes move the length of my body, enjoying how I feel when I see you looking at me. Your finger slightly detects a pattern in the line of skin that is between the ties, and then around the side at the top of my legs, until you can hit the straws of the hair framing from the side on either side of my teddy. “How much do you read, honey?” Ask with hardly hidden impatience.

Half an hour. Maybe a little less if I can concentrate. It’s hard to think when I’m wearing this thing!" I’m laughing. “All I can think about is when you’re gonna get it off me.”

“No honey,” you say. “I’ll let you read. I’ll wait until you’re done.” You walk away and settle in a chair nearby, rustle the paper when you bury yourself behind it.

I’m gonna look you in the eye, sitting behind that newspaper. All I can see is your legs, and I’m thinking about having them around me when you’re deep inside me. I sigh and return to my lecture.

I want to read so badly that I can’t hear you stand up and go to the kitchen. But when you get back, you’re gonna stop at the bank and ask me, “Want some ice cream?”

“In a minute. Let me finish this page.”

You’re gonna sit back in your chair with a slightly despicable look on your face. “What a night will I have?” Wonder. “Newspapers, TV, ice cream!” You put the ice a little too hard on the table next to you and pick up the paper again, and zip it loudly, trying to convey your impatience to me.

I smile when I close the notebook and quietly cross the room and kneel down in front of you. I follow my fingernails slightly from your ankles to your knees, and separate your legs slightly until I can rest between them. When I looked under the paper, I smiled at you nicely and said: “John, I want my ice cream now!”

You drop the paper on the ground and grab the bowl and spoon a big bite of ice cream and keep it out for me until I open my mouth to take it. But the ice melts fast and some walk on my chin and drops on your stomach, and you shrink when the cold hits you. You laugh as you wipe the ice off my chin with your fingers. I grab your hand and slowly lick every finger, up and down, looking for the sweetness of the ice with the tip of my tongue, and then around your palm until the stickiness is all gone, looking at your suggestive as I do this.

Then I look at the ice on your belly, which starts to drip to the waistband of your pants. I lick it up with just the tip of my tongue, and gently move my tongue over your waist until I feel you squirm a little. I lick my way up in the middle of your stomach and then to each of your nipples, twisting my tongue around until they get hard. Then I sit back and ask, “Are you getting impatient here love?”

“Hmmph” you moan. “There is a limit to my patience, Darling!”

My hands caress your sides, move over your upper chest, in the middle of your stomach. My stomach’s resting on your lap. I feel the evidence of your desire beginning to stir and push against my body, feel your warmth through the thin satin dust.

Ten more minutes, I promise.

“Oh you! You pussy! Only for that!” You gently pull on the first tie, which unlocks quickly and easily, knowing what effect this gesture will have on me, because I feel that the fabric is releasing its grip on my breasts. My nipples grow tight and push against the cute garment that covers me in search of freedom and your touch.

You laugh and whisper bumpy, “Back to your lecture DARLING. I couldn’t think to interrupt for the next 10 minutes!”

Now it’s my turn to mumble and sigh! “Hmph!” We both know that this playful game of harassing and teasing only intensifys and strengthens our anticipation and excitement.

When I go back to the couch, with my back facing you, I bend slowly and intentionally to hit my pillow like this, and pick up my notebook, knowing you’re watching every move. I can almost feel your loving caress as your look moves towards my back, following the bend of my hip, resting on my sparsely dressed bottom, before I turn and open my notebook and settle again.

I lay with my knees bent, one resting against the back of the couch, and the other vain moving up and down, absorbed again in my reading and totally unaware of the effect my unconscious movement has on you. The teddy is cut high above the legs, and every time I wave my leg out, you see a fleeting glimpse of my golden hair framed against the narrow strip of black side between my legs.

I’m trying to concentrate for about five minutes, but my thoughts are wandering and are no longer on the words on the page. I sigh, and drop the book to the ground and close my eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of anticipation. Subconsciously, and with my eyes still closed, I touch my fingertips on my neck, and stroke my collarbone, twisting my face to one side. As my hand moves over my shoulders, I spread my fingers and trace light patterns that move lower, until my hand rests on my left breast, and I massage until the nipple is hard in my palm. I sigh, open my eyes, and I’m shocked to see you look at me intensely speaking your own excitement.

I move like I’m getting up, embarrassed, but you cross the room to me, gently in a whisper, “Don’t stop honey. Let me look at you.”

“I can’t. I want you, John.”

You sit next to me and untie the second tie on my teddy and take my own hand and place it over my chest. “I know you do, but I’d like to look at you.” Your hand gently touches my other chest until the nipple is swollen between your fingers. You move your hand over my body, between my legs and massage the palm of your hand against my hill as I separate a little from my legs.

You lift me up from the couch and carry me to the bedroom, and gently place me on my back in the middle of the bed sitting next to me.

You whisper softly, “You know how much I like to look at your beautiful body.”

I nod slowly, a little reluctant.

Don’t you like how you feel when I look at you? You untie the last tire on the front of my teddy and soften the fabric apart, expose my breasts as you speak, and let your eyes wander freely, touch every part of me only with the intensity of your look. I shudder when I feel a familiar spasm between my legs, and moan softly.

“Yes, John.”

“Relax, sweetheart. Think of me looking at you. I know it turns you on, and it’ll turn me on. It will excite me to see you touch yourself.” You slowly pull the fabric back over my breasts. Then, with my hand in yours, you kiss every fingertip and place my hand over my waist.

You go through the room and mumble: “Honey, I love you.”

I move gently, hesitatingly a hand over my body, from my waist and over a chest on the outside of my teddy. I pause, insecure.

I touch my right hand on the right side of my neck, and slowly chop my nails over the skin, between my chin and my collarbone, and roll my head to one side on the pillow.

I close my eyes and begin to leave myself for the feelings of my own hands that caress my body. My thoughts drift to a vision that you look at me, imagine your reaction, represent your dick ever harder as you see every sign of my growing passion in a way you’ve never seen before.

My other hand moves up the center of my stomach, hitting the skin revealed in the opening of my teddy, and I push the fabric apart and slide the straps off my shoulders. I bent my back until it wriggles from lace and satin around my waist. My hands travel the length of my body and rest over every breast, they convert, massage and caress, the nipples work in hard peaks.

My breath gets faster when my excitement rises, and I’m lost to this thing I do for you. I open my legs a little and move a hand down, working under the fabric until I can feel my own wetness. I open my legs wider and slide my hand further down, burying my fingertips in my hair that is confused now and humid from my excitement.

I’ve thoroughly wet my finger and then move it over my body until I can touch every nipple with my wetness, the feeling they’re each getting harder. I then touch the same finger on my lips and gently stroke it back and forth until I can taste my own saltiness.

I open my legs even wider and stroke my fingertips back and forth over my inner thighs, slightly brushing over the pleasure spot between my legs.

I’m breathing heavy and sighing and forgetting you’re in the room. But I speak your name, John?

“Yes, Nicole, I’m here.” I hear a husky, tense sound in your voice as you speak. “Get the teddy off now Nicole. Show me all your beautiful body.”

I slowly bent my back and slide the insulting cloth over my hips until I can kick it off with the movements of my legs. I bend my legs but keep my knees together, uncertain what to do.

I separate my legs a little bit and place a hand over my hair, feeling the wetness against my palm.

“Open them up, Nicole. Let me see you all. Lose yourself again, darling… for me.” Your voice betrays your own growing passion and desire, and gives me courage.

I let my legs fall completely open and begin to explore the soft folds between my legs, to relax myself, to push the hair aside so that my finger tip can easily slip between my opening and the swelling of my pleasure point.

I move my fingertip up and down between my legs, glide gently with my wetness now evenly distributed, and pause every time I touch my rose bud, circling it slowly, enjoying the waves of sensation that begin to grab me. My other hand continues to caress my upper body, over my lower abdomen, and over every breast. I shudder and moan when the first sensation of orgasm begins to get over me. I put a finger in my opening, feel the softness and warmth deep within myself.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh” I sigh when I pull my finger back and back around my pleasure point. My clit is hard and upright and every soft touch brings me closer to climax, but I try to hold off, causing the tension to mount.

I move both hands over my torso again, so my legs remain open as a flagrant invitation, touching my nipples with my wet finger, and shaking myself. When I put my hand back between my legs, I stick a finger in and push my hips up, gently swinging in the movements of making love, and slide my finger back until I feel my orgasm begin. My finger circles my clitoris with a new intensity and my screams fill the room. I’m so lost now, I’m not aware That you connected me to the bed until I can feel your tongue mixing with my own finger, licking and caressing and pushing me over the edge. You push two fingers deep inside me and slowly move them in and out as your tongue continues to search and touch my pulsating flesh.

“John… oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes… I want you now. Fuck me now!!!!”

My orgasm is slipping, and you move between my legs and just put your dick in me. I surround your flesh with my hand, feeling the length and hardness. I move it up and down between my legs, moaning every time it pertains to my still standing clit, as the last sensations of orgasm disappear.

“John, you’re so hard!! I want you inside me. Fill me with your dick. Fuck me!!”

Your dick moves back to my opening and gently pushing you, pushing a few centimeters into my warmth and wetness, slowly slipping in. I turn my muscles on you, try to pull you deeper, moan again, “Fuck me.”

You push harder, bury yourself deep inside me, and I bowed up to meet you, my legs around your hips. We move in unity, moan softly with every thrust that brings us closer and you deeper into me. You’re as hard as ever, filling me up and hit me. Every time you push deep into me, I feel your skin hitting my clitoris that is still hard and sensitive, and I feel your balls hitting me with the intensity of your movements.

You hold my face in your hands and I’ll dig my nails in your back… And still bowed to you as I twist the grip of my legs on your hips. Your tongue finds its way into my mouth, looking for mine, until they meet an urgency equal to pushing our lower bodies.

“John… ohhhhhhhhhhhh… come into me now. Come with me. Oh John!”

You feel the spasms deep inside me when I sigh and yell your name. Our tongues meet again in a wet, fiery embrace. You’re tense, and I can feel your dick growing even harder when you start to come up with an intensity that makes us weak and breathless. Your coming fills me with every deep punch, until you collapse on me, whisper my name, mix the humidity of our bodies together while we’re still connected.

You lift your face to mine until our lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss, and we stay so for a while, enjoying the feeling of being locked up together, feeling our heartbeats against each other and feeling you in me.

John, I love you. I’ll push the damp hair off your forehead, touch your cheek and kiss you softly again.

“I love you, too, Nicole.”

You roll off me and pull me into your arms and we go against each other so our hearts and breathing can slow down.

“The night is not over yet,” I murmuring gently as sleep begins to grab us both. “No, it’s not over…”