As I walked home from my last exam I just got more and more excited. I knew as soon as I walked in that door I was going to have some fun, at long last. I could feel my body getting excited just thinking about it. The denim from my jeans felt tight against my thighs, the strap from my messenger bag was rubbing against my hardening nipple, and my fingers were clenching inside my jacket pockets. I could feel my breath getting shallower and faster and I could feel my face flushing. I started walking faster, getting home in record time.
I got home, at last, and walked straight toward my bedroom, stripping off my winter clothes along the way: boots, hat, mittens, scarf, and jacket. Nearly tripping over the boots I had just ripped off, I hurried into the room. He was waiting for me, knowing I would need him now more than ever. Looking at me, he could see I was horny, but exhausted. Naked and smiling he climbed off my bed and stalked toward me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his large cock, knowing soon it would be in me. Circling around me he took in my extra tight ass-cupping jeans and low cut sweater. Normally I wore another shirt under the sweater, but today I wanted to be a little naughty, so I had worn it alone, showing off my cleavage perfectly. He gave me a look, knowing what I had done. My heart started beating faster. That look promised some amazing things were about to happen.
Stopping his slow circle around me, I could sense him standing behind me, not touching me, just looking. Then I felt his warm hands land on my tense shoulders. “You need to relax,” he whispered right into my ear, making my whole body shiver. Then his big hands firmly swept down my sides, grabbing the bottom hem of my sweater and tugging it up. My hands went above my head, to let him take it all the way off, but he only pulled it up over my head, leaving my arms trapped in the tangled sleeves. “Keep your hands up” I was told, making me squirm.
Slowly his hands came around the front of my body, his finger tips tickling over my ribs, making me squirm. As he unlatched the front closure of my lacy black bra, I could feel my nipples tightening. I sucked in a deep breath, my back arching, silently begging him to touch my tender breasts, but he had other things in mind. Leaving my breasts encased in my unlatched bra, he slowly traced his fingers down my quivering stomach, reaching the top of my jeans. He ran his fingers along my stomach just above the waistband of my jeans, teasing me. Then suddenly he reached down and undid my jeans, ripping the button open and dragging the zipper down. Grabbing the waistband of my jeans he pulled them down over my hips and ass.
My arms were starting to burn from keeping them over my head, but somehow he knew. Gently he reached up and untangled my arms, letting the sweater fall to the floor, then pushing my jeans the rest of the way down. “Step out,” he told me. I kicked off my pants, leaving me standing there in just a pair of black, lacy, ass-revealing panties and my partially open bra. I could feel my breasts pushing against the loose bra with every heaving breath, my nipples rock hard as they rubbed against the lace of my bra. Running his fingers across my ass along the bottom edges of my panties, trailing from the outside of my hip to the soft skin between my thighs. I could feel him getting so close to my pussy lips, but as soon as he would get near where I really wanted his fingers he would move his hand, leaving a trail of tingling nerves beneath his touch. I moaned loudly. “Please” I begged him.
Knowing how turned on I was he took mercy and quickly and efficiently stripped off my bra and panties, leaving my most intimate parts suddenly bare. Feeling the coolness of the air and the warmth of his gaze on me I could feel juices sliding out of my pussy, slowly trailing down my inner thighs. Taking my hand he led me to the bed, and told me to lie down, on my stomach. Shivering with pleasure and anticipation, I did as I was told. I could feel the cool sheets against my hot hard nipples, and I gently arched my body, teasing myself against the soft surface of the bed as I lay down. Walking over, he stopped next to the bed, opening my night stand drawer, where I keep all my fun toys. Without looking I knew what he had taken out.
I felt the mattress dip a little as he climbed onto it, crawling over to me and straddling my hips. I could feel his hard cock resting on my ass, pulsing against my skin. His skin was so hot and silky, but the flesh beneath was hard and pulsing. It was so close to where I wanted it, but so far away. I pushed my ass up a little, rubbing against him, teasing him back a little for all the teasing he had already done. Laughing, knowing what I was doing, he gently pinched my ass. “Be good” he tenderly scolded me. Hearing a bottle cap flip open, I braced myself, and then felt a few drops of warm oil land on my shoulders, followed by his strong, hard hands. As his thumbs stroked firmly into the knots in my shoulders I cried out, nearly in tears. Sharp pain from my tense muscles slowly faded into tender pleasure as he rubbed the massage oil into my skin. Sighing, I felt my body relaxing as he stroked his well muscled hands down my back, smoothing out muscle after muscle.
Gently he ran his hands up my sides, gently stroking the sides of my breasts, then sliding back down to my hips, leaving my skin tingling and hot. Moving down my body he ran his fingertips over my ass. I quickly raised my hips up just enough to fully expose myself to him, hoping for some direct contact with my dripping wet pussy. It was begging for his attention, but somehow he ignored my silent begging and firmly stroked the muscles of my ass. As his hand moved down toward my thighs I could feel his thumbs run along the sides of my pussy, deeply stroking the muscles there. Moaning, I could feel more of my pussy juices trailing out of me, down onto my lips, sliding over my throbbing clit. I tried to move my hips to graze his thumb with my pussy lips and he laughed and gently slapped my ass. “You’re so easy to tease,” he scoffed.