Missed my window.
After yet another week of late nights at work had kept us from doing anything but sleeping in bed, I’d finally managed to escape at a reasonable hour. I knew it was almost that time, but I had hoped I’d beat the clock. No such luck.
She was only wearing her bra and panties, getting ready for a shower when I walked into the bedroom. Her panties let me know I had come up a day late and a dollar short. They covered more than any others she owned, but looked just as amazing on her. The problem was that she only wore them at a certain time of the month.
It wasn’t a problem for me – at all. It was for her, though. I knew it bothered her enough that she would likely never get over it, and I accepted that. If she was uncomfortable, I knew I could never enjoy myself.
She gave me an apologetic look when she saw me cross the bedroom threshold and said, “Sorry.”
I smiled and said, “It’s okay.”
Her expression turned to a pout. “No, it isn’t. Not after I sent you those texts this morning.”
As soon as I’d realized the workload was going to let me leave at a decent time, I’d let her know. She’d responded with a few excited, racy texts, and a bare-breasted selfie from the bathroom stall at work. I loved the look of them bursting from within the V of her work coat.
Obviously, her monthly visitor had arrived at some point afterward.
She opened her arms in invitation, and I accepted. We shared a kiss, and then I told her, “Go get in the shower.”
She shook her head, and curiously pushed, guiding me to walk backward a couple of steps. I followed her lead, and ended up standing in front of the mirror.
“I will, but first...” She reached behind her and unhooked the clasp on her bra.
“Honey...”
“Shh,” she admonished while she shrugged off her bra, freeing her bountiful breasts. “I teased you with these, so it’s only fair.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she responded. “I want to do more, but I’ll take care of myself in the shower. I’m taking care of you right now.”
With that, she took hold of my wrists and lifted my hands to her tits. I was having a hard enough time not grabbing them as it was, so I didn’t resist. I cupped the globes in my hands, feeling the weight of them, and blood began to rush between my legs. One of her hands slipped behind my neck, pulling my head down to her chest.
I couldn’t resist that any more than holding them. I turned my head and leaned in to suck her big, stiff nipple between my lips. She trembled and gasped from my hungry suckling, and the hand behind my neck moved upward to tousle my hair. Her other hand unerringly found my swelling member and squeezed.
I hardened quickly from the caress of her knowing fingers, and she turned them to a different task. I switched to her other nipple while she tugged my belt loose. She made quick work of it and the fastenings of my slacks. Though she was already moaning and cooing from the touch of my lips, the sound jumped in volume when her fingers curled around my naked cock.
“Take it off. Take it all off,” she said in a husky voice.
Though loathe doing so, I let her nipple slip from between my lips and obeyed. She went to work on the buttons of my shirt while I slipped out of my shoes. Not wanting to interrupt her, I used my toes to pull off my socks. By the time I finished that, she was pushing my shirt off my shoulders. I let it slide to the floor, and she ran her hand down my bare chest. She knelt down, and between the two of us, we removed my slacks and underwear in short order.
She stood up slowly, wrapping her off hand around my cock in the process. I’d assumed she was going to give me a blowjob, but her change in posture suggested I was wrong. Once she had fully straightened, she hooked her foot into the legs of her vanity stool behind her. She stroked me with a twisting motion while dragging the stool closer. Once it was in position, she reached behind her and picked up a bottle of lube that had completely escaped my notice.
She moaned when she saw my eyes light up, because I’d guessed what her plan was. She kept her hand in motion and maintained eye contact as she sat down on the stool. After a brief glance at the mirror, she popped open the top of the bottle.
I groaned from both the sensation of her soft hand stroking me, and the sight of her squirting generous globs of lube into the valley between her breasts and the inner swell of the globes. She glanced down, and without having to be asked, I squeezed her tits together. It took only a little manipulation to smear the lube into a thin, shiny layer – so reminiscent of when she lotioned them before bed.
She opened the hand that had been stroking me and squeezed the bottle over my erect organ. I sucked in a hard, fast breath from the first chilly touch, but then groaned as the thick streams meandered down my shaft. Her hand closed around me, smoothing the lotion into an even layer over my cock. When she released it, I didn’t need any instruction on what to do next.
I edged forward, took her heavy breasts in hand, and nestled my cock between them. They were easily large enough to completely enfold me in a warm, soft, slippery nest from root to tip. As I massaged my erection with them, I noticed her touching herself over her panties. It was the first time she’d ever openly done so during her period since we’d been together, so it both surprised and excited me.
She noticed me noticing, and her face filled with color. Knowing how uncomfortable she had to be, I fixed my gaze on her wonderful tits – which was hardly a chore – and stroked my cock with them. She reached over and picked up the lube bottle again, adding a healthy drizzle between her breasts.
Then she took over. She squeezed her tits around me, moving them in counterpoint – one going up, and one going down. It was similar to how I’d started, but she was oh so much better at it. She leaned back, letting me slide between her breasts, and then pop out. The moment I slipped free, she grabbed my cock and rubbed it over her stiff nipples – one after the other.
“That feels so good. Looks so good,” I said.
“You’re so hard for me,” she said while wiggling my cock from side to side, tapping it against her breasts in turn.