After a Frustrating Day at Work

It has been a long day at work; things have not gone my way, and I’m frustrated, to say the least. Fed up for the day, I leave the office about 20 minutes early to enjoy a refreshing walk down toward the ferry terminal. It is a bit on the chilly side at the start of winter, and light rain is falling, but the air smells clean and crisp. I shiver, and goosebumps populate down my arms.

As I walked toward the ferry terminal, I let my mind dwell on a vision from a couple of nights ago. You wore a tight, full-length yellow and green dress with a white top. You wore a lifting bra under it that brought out some of your best features, and the curve of your body imprinted itself on my mind. I think about how amazing you are, and as I get to the ferry terminal, I pull out my phone and text you.

“Hey – thinking about you in that yellow and green dress.”

It takes a couple of minutes before you respond since you are teaching the kids. “I am wearing it again today because it is hot in the house.” You love wearing it because it’s one of your coolest outfits.

I feel my penis twitch with excitement; it always jerks around when you wear clothes like these. I let you know that I am at the terminal and will be home at the usual time, then put my phone in my pocket and catch my ride.

As we pull away from the dock, thoughts about my day and dread of repeating it tomorrow begin to intrude until I intentionally turn my thoughts back to you. I remember the sensation of touching your body: your face and neck and your breasts. Something stirs in my groin area, and I feel a growing pressure on the front of my pants. It becomes very uncomfortable, so I stand up to move about the cabin for a few seconds before returning to my seat. Feeling much better, I close my eyes and picture you naked—such a fantastic sight.

You sent me a selfie earlier in the day, so I pull out my phone and stare longingly into your eyes. It has been five days since we have been intimate, so it’s no wonder that as thoughts of you fill my mind, my penis gets hard again. I moved it into a good position as I walked, so it doesn’t hurt this time, but I can’t call it comfortable. I stand up when the boat docks, feeling awkward about the bulge. But as I walk toward the car park, the hardness subsides somewhat.

You text me, “Dinner is ready.”

I text back, “Sweet! But can it wait for a bit?” You reply that it can.

When I get home and climb the stairs, the kids run out to greet me first. I hug them, then head into the kitchen to find you in that same green and yellow dress. This is it—the moment of truth. This first kiss will mean everything. I’ll know in an instant if the evening will go anywhere close to where I want. But there’s a quiet certainty inside me telling me everything will be alright.

I push you up against the stove as I turn you around, careful not to touch the hot eyes. There in front of me are those wonderful orbs of goodness. I cannot help but reach out and take each in one of my hands. Then I lean in and kiss you.

When our lips meet, I feel a current of desire transmitting between us. We graze against each other’s mouths, and the tingle is electric. Your lips feel so soft, so full, and you part them slightly as you brush them over mine. We kiss gently, you moving your face so your lips can settle on different parts of mine. Then you run your tongue over my mouth to moisten it so our lips can glide over each other’s. Softly, we brush against the sensitive nerve endings that lie just underneath our skin.

This kind of soft kissing feels so erotically charged. There are no thrusting tongues ramming down throats, none of the hungry chomping so characteristic of movie scenes. You seem to know implicitly that what thrills me the most is to feel your soft lips running gently over mine.

One of my hands drops down and pulls up your dress along the side, then slips down your garment to find your thighs and butt. I give a gentle but firm squeeze, and I’m sure you must feel my penis hardening through your dress and my pants. I part your vaginal lips and tug very softly at your clitoris, and your lips part. You’re breathing heavily, making your breasts rise and fall.

Then I pull away and back out of the kitchen, leaving you to deal with what just happened. You seem a bit confused about what this means; I can tell I’ve taken you by surprise.

I walk back to the bedroom and lock the door. Then I call for you through the shared bathroom, and you come around the corner. I lock the door behind you as I force your back against the wall. I push your arms up over your head and plant another kiss on your lips, and you moan, maybe a little too loudly but stifled, so the kids do not hear.

As I kiss you, I let go of your arms and pull your dress up and over your head. Then I reach around and unclasp your bra, allowing your beautiful breasts to fall into my waiting hands. As I drag the garment down your arms, I take the time to enjoy kissing your body all over. My lips travel from your neck down to each breast, ensuring each nipple gets the same attention. Meanwhile, I reach down and rub you, loving the way your vagina opens for me and how your undergarment grows damper beneath my touch.

You jerk and writhe as I rub you with a slow, steady rhythm. I stop kissing your nipple and move up to kiss your neck, bite you gently, then whisper in your ear.

“You have a delicious vagina. I want to feel it. I want to taste it. I WILL be inside it.”

I suddenly turn you around and push your breasts up against the tiled wall, and both your nipples react to the coldness by firming up. With one hand on top of both of yours high above your head, I place a knee between your legs to spread them more and find you eager to comply. I imagine a pleasant wetness beginning to lubricate you as I hold your hands up. I can picture your lips glistening slightly as if covered in dewdrops.

After removing my knee, I use my free hand to gather saliva from my mouth, then reach under you and place all my fingers on your clitoris. Then I slide them back, placing two fingers at your vaginal opening and pressing lightly. They circle, spreading my spit and your wetness. As I nibble on the back of your neck, my weight pushes you harder up against the wall.

Your hands slip from under mine and glide down the outside of my arms, making me catch my breath. With your face turned to the side, I can see your pleasure but also other things: confidence, desire, and purpose.

After I feel you are wet enough, I pull your hands behind you and walk you to the bed, lowering you facedown with your legs over the edge. As I step behind you, I can smell your sex, and it intoxicates me. I pull down my pants, and my penis swings free until I use my hand to add some spit to it, wishing I had time for lube—but I want you so bad. I aim myself toward you and slowly find your vagina.

You suck in air as I push. Your hips jerk, desperate for me to go inside you, wanting to intensify the friction that gives you so much pleasure. I let the tip of my penis slip inside you, but after the head enters, I stop. This is most likely a one-way trip for me because I can feel myself already starting to cum. 

I try to relax with my head inside you, but within seconds, you are pushing back on me. I watch my penis burrow inside you until your cute butt presses onto my abdomen. For a second, we both still and luxuriate in the sensation of my enlarged member buried deep in your warmth. Then I bend down a bit to whisper in your ear.

“I want to cum inside you right now.”

You move forward, almost popping me out before you come back toward me again, taking my penis deep inside you. My balls hit and bounce against your clitoris area each time you thrust against me. You lower one hand toward your clitoris. Finding the base of my member so near it, you give it a squeeze, then reach further back and grab hold of my balls, rolling them around and stretching them.

I pull out, and as I do, your hand traces my penis and grabs it to stop me from withdrawing completely. As I halt, you rotate your hips up and push back on me as hard as you can. My penis touches you inside in all kinds of ways. The wet sound of sex accompanies each stroke as your vagina enjoys my gentle assault as I begin to pump in and out of you. I can feel your juices trickling over my penis and balls and my head rubbing against new spots that feel different but good. I can feel myself cumming very quickly. Later, I promise myself, I will taste your vagina. I will eat your salty juices and put my tongue between your legs where my penis delves now!

Your hand is back on your clitoris, and as I thrust in and pull out of you, it makes quick little circles. I can feel how fast your hand moves each time my balls bounce against you.

My penis swells, and I feel my balls pull up just before I cum. My rhythm gets quicker and more intense, my strokes becoming deeper and more searching.

You move against me, hardly able to breathe. You are so wet that your juices squirt out around my penis with every thrust. I pull out to relax for a second, then press the tip of my penis against the gaping entrance of your love canal, and you draw in a breath of anticipation. But you let it out with a whimper when I slide my rock-hard, veiny penis back up your slippery folds. The sky blue sheets show every drop of your fluids as a dark spot—an ever-expanding abstract painting of carnal lust.

I don’t want this to end! I grunt and thrust in a couple more times before I cum inside you. There’s nothing better than to blow my load deep in your tight, wet vagina, but I want to stay inside you forever. So, I continue to thrust until the intense pleasure is too much for me, and I must stop moving.

But even though I have stopped moving, your hands haven’t. Suddenly, you clamp down on what remains of my hardness, and I can feel your hips, legs, and the bed shake. I rub your back as you cum, hearing your moans, desperate and so full of need. We move quicker against each other. Harder. You don’t need to tell me you’re cumming. I know. Your vagina tightens around my penis and begins to spasm. Warm juice runs over my penis as you continue to ride me, your jerking quick and incessant.

I hold my penis, still buried deep inside you, so you can work against me now to get the fullness of your pleasure. I stay still, kissing your back and neck, and you cross your ankles together and pull my penis further inside you, locking me there. You stop breathing for five… ten seconds. As you twerk your hips against me, your vagina walls tighten, your pleasure coming in one spasm after another.

Then my penis pops out, exposing your vagina to the cool air around it. I can feel the wetness start to run out of you and drain down your leg. I kneel and lick, and you shiver. Next, I reach in with my fingers to make sure I got out all our juices, then lick them clean. Finally, I tip my face up to your clitoris and use my tongue to give you a few more spasms before reaching for a towel to wipe us both off.

Afterward, I turn you around and whisper, “I am glad I ‘came’ home,” then kiss you. You taste the mixture of our fluids, and I see your legs press together and a shiver ripple through you. The aftershocks of your orgasm haven’t quite let go of you.

Your head sinks back slowly, happily, onto the bed. You look at me, and with your flushed face, you look so sexy, so erotic. And then, for the first time since I got home, you smile. It’s a small but perfect smile. Then you laugh and kiss me.

I help you put your clothes back on, and we exit our room, ready to eat dinner. As we eat with the family, I look over at you, and when you return my gaze, I smile. I bring the fingers that have been inside your vagina up to my nose, take a deep whiff, and smile even more. Then I lick my finger and taste you on it.

You smile back, knowing just how much I love to taste you.