“Jen?” he calls out but she doesn’t respond. Their apartment wasn’t huge so if she’s home, she heard him. “Jenny?” he calls again, and is met with silence. He takes a couple more sips of scotch and heads to the living room, scarf in hand.
Brian sits down in the chair, glancing around the room before tying the soft fabric around his eyes. He waits, the sound of his shallow breathing reverberating in his ears. His skin feels prickly, his body on alert wondering where she is. He contemplates removing the blind fold and looking for her but as the idea enters his mind he hears the familiar click of high heels moving down the hallway toward the living room. He grins as she gets closer.
“Well look at you. Such a good boy.” she purrs, her palm gliding down the stubble of his cheek.
“Hey there.” he tilts his face upward wanting to kiss her, but she saunters off leaving a trail of sandalwood mixed with vanilla in her wake.
Sultry music coming from the coffee table behind him fills his ears. Goosebumps flood his arms as he senses her body near him again. She stands behind him and slides her palms down his torso, her finger tips stopping when they meet his belt and then slide back up again and over his shoulders.
She plays with the blindfold as if she’s going to undo it, but doesn’t. She presses her lips against his neck, while her hand caresses his cheek.
Her teeth graze his ear and he can’t help but to reach for her, his hands finding her calves.
“Wait.” she orders, and steps back.
There is a brief pause and he places his hands on his thighs, his eagerness all consuming.
She kisses the other side of his neck, her fingertips sliding over his nipple, feeling it harden before untying the blindfold, dropping it in his lap. Brian turns to look at her but she moves his head, making him face forward.
“Not yet.” she whispers.
She dances to the side of the chair. With her back to him she squats down then slowly stands, pushing her ass out as she does so, moving with the music. He watches her lovely thighs strut forward, her black thong showcasing the muscles of her rounded cheeks. Her legs part wide as she rolls her hips to beat of the music. She bends over for a beat before snapping herself back up, her dark glossy hair raining down over her shoulder blades.
Brian’s cock hardens and strains against the confine of his pants. He spreads his legs wider to make room for it as Jen turns around. Her fingertips trace the top of her breasts peeking out of the royal blue bra with black lace. She squats down and bounces, spreading her knees offering him the slightest peek of her lace covered pussy before closing them, standing up and sauntering over to him.
“No touching.” she instructs as she straddles his lap. She grabs the back of his head and pushes his face into her cleavage as her hips grind against his erection. He inhales the scent of her skin, her perfume mixed with whatever she put in her hair intoxicating him. It was all he could do not to push that tiny piece of fabric away from her cunt and fuck her.
Jen stands, releasing his head then turns around, her hands clasping her knees as the pale twin globes of her ass gyrate above his lap, teasing his cock. She stands, turning to look at him and smacks her ass cheek before prancing away, her fingers unhooking her bra. Slowly, with her back to him, she turns her head to watch him as she pulled the straps down her arms then turns around, tossing the garment at him, grinning.
He catches it and places it on his leg, then unzips his pants and reaches for his cock as the bra slips off his thigh. He relaxes into the feeling of his hand squeezing it as Jen bends over, hips swaying as her thumbs hook into the waistband of her thong. She pulls it down, allowing him a peek of how wet she’s gotten before kicking it off to the side.
She takes her time standing up, then pirouettes around to face him. She pinches her excited nipples while swishing her hips from side to side. Brian strokes himself faster as she drops to her knees, spins around so her back is to him again and spreads her legs. She bends forward so he could watch her fingers work her pussy. He hears her labored breathing turn into moaning and wonders if she’s going to come right there.
Jen lifts herself up to all fours instead, and shifts her weight to one side before opening her legs wide in a straddle position teasing him with her saturated cunt before snapping her legs closed and lifting herself off the floor.
“Are you close?” she asks crawling forward, her face inches from his.
“I am.” Brian tightens the grip on his dick as she straddles him. The music is coming to an end as she lowers herself onto the head of his erection. Her pussy sucks him as she moves up and down on this tender spot. He resists the urge to grab her hips and slam her down the length of his shaft. He doesn’t want to be teased any longer.
Jen makes little circles with her hips, allowing her body to swallow his length with each rotation. Once she swallows him completely, she keeps moving her hips in a figure-eight motion, her lips meeting his.
He grabs her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. He drags his mouth along its length before grabbing handfuls of her breasts, showering them with kisses as she fucks him harder.
His cock tightens as the sensation of an orgasm comes on strong, his dick spasming against the taut walls of her cunt. Her hips work greedily against him, her clit warming as it makes contact with his body until the spark of her own orgasm shoots through her center like an exploding firework. Jen cries out as the sensation overwhelms her body with pleasure.
She collapses against him, her cheek resting on his shoulder as she settles, aware of his liquid seeping out of her.
“I am one lucky bastard.” Brian whispers into her neck.
“That you are.” she teases, feeling quite lucky herself.