Orgasm by kiss
Her husband leaves for work at the usual 5 am to make his early
shift. Moments later "he" calls to say he's
around the corner, is it safe and can he come by.
Her body warms, her labia tingles, she remembers the last
dream she had about being with him -- waking in sweat, feeling
like she had just fucked his brains out -- and replies "yes,
come by. He's already gone. I'll open the garage
for you."
They've been together, but just talking. No sex, no
groping, no action! She's fantasized about being
with him, and wants to be with him, but worries it will all
be a let down. She can't stand another let down -- her
husband ignores her sexual desires, and freaks whenever
she tries to talk about dreams, treating her like she's
really done the things that happen in her dreams.
She slips out of bed, careful not to wake her child in the
next room. After brushingher teeth, she picks out her pink
'Pebbles' underwear and slides them on her slender,
shapely legs up her thighs till they are just in contact
with her tingling lips. She pulls on a silky red overshirt,
covering her full breasts with large, suckable kissable
nipples to die for - the kind that stand to stiff attention
when she's aroused.
As she goes to open the garage door, she can feel her juices
flowing. He arrives, the door closes, and she pulls him
inside to the foyer. His arms fall naturally to her hips,
to the small of her back as he pulls her close to him, at the
same time pressing her back to the wall behind her.
He kisses her and they take turns nibbling each others lips
and necks. Their tongues slowly explore the deep recesses
of their oral cavities. They pause, and embarassed she
reports "I'm dripping" and adjusts Pebbles.
He bends over and bites Pebbles, and she realizes -- this
man has a wild streak she didn't expect! Is it possible
this is more than just fantasy?
He steps closer still, and she places her small, manicured
feet atop his shoes. She's now in perfect position,
since he's almost seven inches taller. Their bodes
press together, and she can feel his excitement -- the stiff
steel rod of his arousal pressing through his pants into
her tummy. They continue to kiss, his hands flowing up and
down her back, pulling her into him. She loves the feel of
his manliness rising. Her tingles are increasing, and
her body starts to tremble ever so slightly. She can't
stop kissing him, running her hands through his short,
thick hair, feeling his thick cock throbbing against her
stomach. She tries to control herself to no avail. She rises
on her toes, tries to pull her knees together as her legs
weaken, at the same time thrusting her tongue down his throat
as the ecstasy overtakes her.
Then it happens. She almost can't believe it. If it
weren't her, if she weren't here, if she didn't
feel it happening, she wouldn't believe it. Her body
trembles, now it's not just her lips that are tingling,
it's everything. Her clit throbs, her vagina throbs,
the press of his flesh against her nipples makes her throb
more inside, like she can feel his cock deep inside though
it is clearly not - they've not removed a thread of clothing.
Her body starts to heave from the inside out, and the explosion
happens! Her vagina throbs out of control, juices running
out of her as Pebbles gets soaked, her body convulsing in
ecstasy as she comes like never before. No kisses to her
nipples, no fondling of her luscious full mound, no navigating
of any of his or her private parts, and here she is cumming
while she stands on his feet.
Embarassed again, she tells him what happened without
looking him in the face. She doesn't want to take the
chance he will look at her funny like her husband does. Her
body continues to tremble after he leaves for work. She
can't wait for the next time -- she'll make sure
to find out what his cock really feels like inside ... but
will it be smaller than she thinks? or will she have trouble
fitting him all the way in? alas she must wait, so for now
all she can do is return to bed with the aromas of her arousal.
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