You remember the other day, I was sitting in the lazy boy chair, reading the news on my phone. I heard you turn on the bath, but I didn't think anything of it.

Then you came over, called my name softly.

As you got my attention I could see a naughty glint in your eyes. You came closer and sat down on my lap, almost like a child, but I could see by your expression that your intentions were not at all childlike. The unspoken communication of lovers passed between us.

“I am going to have a bath,” you said.

“Need any help?” I asked smiling.

“I want you to undress me,” you responded, your words sending a shiver through me.

“OK,” I gulped again. “I can do that, it is a fantasy of mine.”

“You’ve done it before,” you said.

“I still fantasize about it,” I replied. “Especially when I am traveling.”

“Well, stop talking and do it!” you ordered with a glint in your eye.

I put down my phone, and slowly, I began to unbutton your blouse. I had only two buttons undone when I was overcome by an overwhelming impulse to kiss you. Your lips tasted warm, but our kiss remained soft, gentle, and unhurried.

We sampled each other slowly, our lips nibbling each other as our mouths entwined. I sucked your lower lip into my mouth, kissing it all around, then turned to your upper lip and did the same thing. We continued tasting each other like this for some time, before I realised that my mission was to undress you, not to kiss you indefinitely.

“You are amazing,” I mumbled.

“You always kiss nice,” you replied.

“It’s a team effort,” I said. “A fine one too.”

I ran my fingers along your lower lip, down over your chin, and along the edge of the "V" formed by your partially unbuttoned blouse. It just reached the inside of your breast, crossed over and back up the other side to your chin again. Slowly, I traced the same path with my lips, undoing the next button only when my kisses and nibbles had passed back up to your lips.

You made sounds that seemed remarkably like a pigeon cooing.

“You are my cooing dove,” I said chuckling, to which you gave me a small slap.

I repeated this sensuous process, undoing each button in turn. By the time I reached your belly button I was bending through some odd angles, but your gasp of pleasure when I nibbled the edge of your naval was worth it. By now, your breasts were fully exposed, and each time I kissed my way up to your chin, I worked my way closer and closer to your nipple.

“That is more than undressing,” you said. “But don’t stop!”

Undoing the last of your buttons, I pushed the blouse back over your shoulder and it fell to the floor. Your naked breasts looked simply wonderful, so I decided that before I continued undressing your further, I would explore their sensual delights.

“I love your pretty, hard nipples,” I said, drawing one into my mouth, eliciting a gasp of delight.

“Me too,” you said in that cooing voice. “Especially in your mouth.”

I must say, you looked incredibly sexy, sitting on my lap, naked from the waist up, your jeans still tightly fastened and your lace-up boots completing the picture.

Breaking off from the one pretty nipple, I kissed you up and down, between your breasts, moving just a tiny bit closer to each breast in widening circles. But, knowing how sensitive your nipples are, I worked my way around them again, circling each breast in turn, going right to the edge of your little brown areolae. You shivered, and I knew that you were enjoying the subtle changes in sensation that my kiss evoked.

“I can see you passed your undressing exam,” you said, jokingly.

“With distinction,” I smiled. “On the dean’s list.”

While I kissed around your breasts, one hand slowly moved up the inside of your left thigh. As it neared your crotch, I could feel the warmth that my kissing and caressing (and perhaps your earlier planning of this seduction) had generated, you were soaking through your jeans. You moaned a little as my fingers explored, moving along the seam of your jeans. But it was too soon yet to allow the softer sensations of gentle teasing to give way to the more intense feelings of direct stimulation of your pussy lips and clit, and I could not do that with your jeans still on anyway.

Reaching down to your boots, I slowly started undoing the laces.

“I love how sexy you look in those boots,” I said. “Remember when I fucked you against the wall while you were wearing them.”

“Yes, my love,” you moaned. “That memory always makes me wet.”

“Yes, another fantasy when I am traveling,” I said.

“Do you touch yourself then?” you asked.

“Yes, I cum thinking about how it felt to cum inside you,” I replied.

“That’s hot, now go back to work,” you said with a wink.

“Wait, what about you?” I asked. “Do you masturbate to that fantasy too?”

“Yes, I did yesterday,” you replied. “Now seriously, back to work.”

As each lace was pulled out of its eyelets, I stopped to tease the inside of your leg with my palm. I love the way you whimpered and moaned, it still excites me when I remember, as I am remembering now. It was so tantalizing, removing your boots like that, and teasing your body into an enhanced state of arousal.

“You are making me wet,” you said.

“Don’t lie,” I said. “You were already wet when you came to ask me to undress you.”

“Ah, you know my body well,” you replied. “And I am glad you do, you put that knowledge to good use.”

My thoughts, the memories; they have made me so aroused as I am writing this that I am having difficulty typing this story. But I will continue because I know that when you read this, you will also feel those special feelings that we both love so much.

You are feeling them now, right, as you read this? Warm, tingly, starting to ache, wetness in your panties. I know you are because I know we both love these sensations. It's OK if you want to slip your hand into your panties while you read. But I digress...

When your left boot was off, I allowed my lips to taste your left nipple. Slowly, I drew it into my mouth, enjoying the sensation, and the secure knowledge that I was the shivers, which passed over you, were shivers of pleasure at my kiss. I lingered there for a while, before removing the right boot and shifting my concentration and kisses to your right breast. Your nipple was so taught, even the areola had hardened, and the little bumps that send me wild stood out as my tongue flicked over them.

“Oh, I love you,” you moaned.

“And I you, my cooing dove,” I said between nibbles.

I looked you in the eye, your arousal so wonderfully shown in your pretty dark eyes. Slowly I began to unfasten your jeans, all the while keeping your eyes locked on mine. I undid your belt, then I ran my right hand up the inside of your thigh, I could feel the heat as I neared your crotch, and you involuntarily moved towards my hand, but I lifted it away as soon as it could feel your warmth. I pulled your zipper down, tugging slightly at the bottom of its travel; you kissed me with a most passionate kiss and arched your back to press against my hand.

At that stage, you had to stand up, and I pulled your jeans to the floor. Kneeling down in front of you, I kissed and licked my way up your left leg right to the edge of your soaking wet panties. It was hard to resist going straight for your clitoris, but I kissed my way along the edge of your panties, up over the top edge, and down the other side.

The scent of your arousal was intense, and you know how much I love your scent when you are aroused.

“I love the smell of your pussy,” I said. “You smell like a very horny woman.”

“I am a very horny woman,” you replied, half moaning. “But only for you, my love.”

Going back, I buried my face in your naval, while my right hand traveled up your thigh all the way to your wet panties. The feel of your silky smooth, wet pussy through the material almost made me cum in my own trousers, and the intense moan of pleasure that escaped your lips did nothing for my self-control. But I managed.

I moved my mouth and lips down to the crotch of your panties. The sweet muskiness of your love juices was aphrodisiac! I teased you for a while with my tongue, through the wet material of your panties. But I wanted more freedom to please you, so I had to pull them down, and you stepped out of them. You lifted your leg to let them drop, and as you did so, you opened your lovely pussy to me in all its magical, glistening wonder.

I lifted your leg a little more, and you put your foot up on the chair. I buried my face in your pussy. Slowly, I took each of your silky, wet, musky-tasting lips and drew it into my mouth. You gasped, and then let out a long low moan as soon as my tongue made its way up to your clitoris.

I moved my tongue up and down each side of your clitoral hood, then over the top, taking care not to touch the sensitive bare head of your clitoris itself. You began to shake, and your breathing became very erratic.

I started to say something, but you lightly slapped me.

“Shut up and eat me,” you moaned.

No complaint from me there, that is exactly what I did.

Taking two fingers together, I massaged your moist lips and inserted them slowly between your lips into your hot, wet pussy. I moved them around slowly and kept them moving in and out at a slow, tantalizing pace. I intensified the pressure on your clitoral area, and then about three-quarters of the way inside you, I pressed up against your pussy wall. I knew your ‘g-spot’ was located there and when I found it, you moaned with such intensity that I thought that you were cumming.

“Fuck, feels that good,” you moaned, a little confused by the sensations.

You bucked against my fingers, and I was afraid you were going to fall, but somehow you held upright. But it wasn't long before I knew that you had passed the point of no return, your hips gyrating and thrusting against my tongue and pressing my fingers into your g-spot. When your orgasm started you began hyperventilating, and the sound was wonderful, mixed as it was with your low moans.

Your orgasm seemed to take an incredible time from beginning to end, and I knew that I had given you special pleasure. Slowly though, the orgasm petered out, and I held my face against your pubic area, and softly disconnected so that we could lie down together on the rug.

At this stage, I felt an urgency to get out of my own jeans, which by now were soaking from all the precum that I had produced. Once my cock was free, it stood very erect and intensely hard, dripping the clear liquid that would help it slide into your still-glowing pussy.

I was still so aroused that there was no need for you to do anything further to enhance my pleasure, not this time. This time would be your treat.

“I'm gonna fuck you,” I said. “Do you want my cock?”

“Yes please,” you muttered softly.

“What?” I asked. “That was not very convincing.”

“Yes please, my love,” you said more enthusiastically. “Fuck my greedy horny pussy. Fuck your shy love, Sir. Fuck me now! Fuck my p... p... cunt!”

Who could resist that? You lay back on the rug, and I knelt down between your legs and slipped my cock slowly and gently into you. Your moan told me you were ready for more pleasure.

Lying between your legs, in a traditional missionary position, I kissed and licked your breasts as I pressed myself excruciatingly slowly in and out of your cunt. At one stage our lips met, and the musky taste of your own love juices on my lips served to further excite you and intensify the pleasure of my slow and deliberate thrusts.

Our voices became a confusion of words mixed with our moans and the deep breathing of passionate lovers.

“Isn’t sex, fucking,” you moaned incoherently.

It was not long before you arched your back, a tell-tale sign that another orgasm was approaching. Knowing you still had a couple more orgasms in you, I held back, difficult though it was, and just let your orgasm wash over you.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” you moaned in a descending tone.

I always LOVE watching your body when you are cumming for the second time. Little beads of sweat break out on your breast, and your nipples get all puffy. It is wonderful to watch you cum. Your orgasm must have been intense this time, because your fingers dug into my back, and your body arched as you screamed my name through orgasmic tones.

I stayed inside you as you came slowly down from your orgasm, just moving slightly, enough to maintain my erection for I knew I could make you cum at least once more.

“I love my cock inside you,” I said.

I waited for a little, then I began talking to you, telling you how beautiful you were when you were cumming, how much I enjoyed making love with you. As we talked I began to move again, and we shifted position so you were on top, and you KNOW how much I love that. You took over the movements now. Slowly lowering yourself over my cock, and lifting it out again. Gosh, it was intense. I knew that one more orgasm for you was all I had left in me at this point.

You pressed your pelvis against mine, and ground your clitoris into my pubes between each thrust. I looked into your eyes and you into mine. It was intense, and soon I was breathing rapidly, beginning to lose control. I was a bit worried that I might lose it completely and cum before you were ready, but there was no fear of that, for you were controlling my pleasure even as I had controlled yours shortly before.

You brought me right to the edge of cumming so many times that I became delirious and lost track of time. Eventually, your bucking over my cock also went out of control, and I looked into your eyes and could see your orgasm welling up inside you even as you could see mine through my eyes.

“Let's cum,” I mumbled into a moan.

“Okay,” you said in the high-pitched voice of a woman on the edge.

Oh, it was intense watching you cum like that, knowing that you were also watching me cum in the same way. Soon, however, our orgasms were too intense, and our eyes closed while our shared orgasm carried us away, as our love was fulfilled as once again we share the pleasure of being lovers.

We lay together for some time on the floor, dosing, cuddling, kissing, and caressing. Then slowly, we got up and walked to the bath.

While you were preparing the bath, I arranged a little jar of massage oil by the end table, and put your favourite sex video, the one we made ourselves on pause on the TV screen. I got out a little heart-shaped vibrator that I had purchased for you that day and wrapped it around a single red rose.

I wrote on a little gift card, "For you my truly special love. For you and for us!" After all, the night was still young.