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Time for a Move by Tricia
I’m waiting in front of the house for you. I’m nervous and excited. I think you’re going to buy the house, but the commission is the last thing on my mind.
I’m thinking about when we looked at this house the first time. By the time we had made it through all the rooms, my skin was tingling and my pussy was wet – just from the attraction building so powerfully between us. I could tell you felt it too, but we ignored it as long as we could. I’m sure that you were just about to kiss me as we stood in the middle of the beautifully tiled kitchen floor, when the owner’s children burst in. The moment was gone and we left the house quickly, going our separate ways.
Today I’m wearing a simple, black linen dress – sleeveless and low-cut. On my feet are black leather pumps. They complete my very professional appearance, even if they are just a bit too high. And maybe some stockings and panties would have been the right thing to wear, but I decided against both. As you step out of your car, my heart beats faster and I feel the familiar dampness forming between my legs.
As best we can, we ignore the attraction between us. We head upstairs when we enter the house and examine all the rooms, discussing the pros and cons of each feature. I walk ahead of you, pointing things out. You watch my swaying ass and my legs -- looking their best in these shoes. You can’t take your eyes off my breasts and the cleavage that you know I am revealing just for you. We find ourselves standing a little too close together, brushing up against each other when we really don’t need to. But we really make an effort to see the entire house.
Finally, I say, “I really liked the master bedroom. Would you like to go downstairs to see it again now?” You agree, knowing my question only sounded innocent.
When we enter the fully-furnished master, I take your hand and turn you toward me. “I think you might find that this room is even better than the kitchen,” I say, as I lean toward you and finally take the kiss that I have been anticipating. The attraction we have been fighting floods through us and we embrace tightly. We urgently move our hands over each other’s bodies – anxious to finally be close, anxious to allow those feelings to wash over us.
“Wait,“ I say, stepping back. I stretch out my arm and place my hand in the center of your chest. “I have something in mind for you.” Taking long strides and looking into your eyes, I walk forward, pushing you toward the big bed in the center of the room. When the back of your legs touch the bed, you reach for me and begin to speak. I place my finger on your lips, lean close and whisper into your ear, “shhhhhh. You don’t need to say a thing. Don’t do a thing. Just relax. Can you do that for me, baby?” I lick your ear just a touch and you feel my warm breath on the wetness. You nod and kiss me.
Breaking the kiss, I step back enough to unbutton your shirt and pull it off while kissing, licking and nibbling your neck, shoulders, chest. Your quiet sighs excite me and encourage me. I am so very focused now. I kiss you again, and then looking into your eyes – making promises without saying a word – I quickly and easily unbuckle your belt, unbutton your pants, and lower your zipper. My knuckles graze against your stone-hard cock. Moving down your body, kissing and licking lightly as I go, I push your clothes completely out of my way and end up kneeling before you, just where I want to be.
“Hand me a pillow baby, and I think you might want to lie down.” I take the pillow and place it under my knees – explaining that I expect to be here for a long time. And I find that it gives me just the right angle.
Lightly, I place my hand around your cock. We both tremble a little at that long-awaited contact. I look at you and at how hard you are. I trace the veins, memorizing them -- memorizing the color, the shape – every detail of your beautiful cock. I want to be able to visualize it later when it is inside me. I want to know where it is thicker, where it is darker and the head – when it is hitting me in my deepest parts, I will have this picture floating vividly in my head.
Making sure my lips are very, very wet, I look up at you then lean in and draw the head of your cock across my lips. The smooth, gliding feeling is overwhelming to me. My lips reach the rim and my tongue shoots out and circles your cock, swirling all the way around in one stroke. I love the velvety soft skin on the head; I lick around and all over the tip. I flick my tongue on the underside, just below the rim; you buck against me just a little bit. I suck and lick it excitedly, as if I am enjoying the most delicious, erotic dessert. Your hands are in my hair now and I am getting more and more excited.
Moving slowly again, although you can tell it is an effort, I draw your cock into my mouth, gliding my lips down the shaft. We both moan. You moan again when I flatten my tongue, press it against your cock, and circle it, feeling every part of it so hard against my soft tongue. Lifting your cock, I move my tongue underneath it and begin to trace figure eights from the base to the tip using my flattened and very wet and warm tongue. I pick up speed and can hear you groaning with pleasure. Again, I suck the head of your cock firmly into my mouth, creating delicious pressure. Maintaining a firm grip on the base of your cock, I pull my mouth away and then dive back in, taking in more of you. And again, out, then in, deeper each time until I feel you hit the back of my throat, stretching it open.
I hold you in my mouth, loving knowing that all of you is inside me. I begin to suck harder and move you in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, then faster. Each time I pull you back in, I swivel my head around and swirl my tongue, over and over. My mouth is a hot, soft, wet whirlpool. I begin to move quickly, bringing your cock in and out of my mouth and using my hand to pump up and down from the base of your cock in the same rhythm. I move my head in a nodding motion with your cock in my mouth, as if I am begging you, “Yes, yes, fill my mouth.”
Faster now, I’m panting and slurping and groaning with you. Your hands in my hair are grasping at me urgently, pulling my hair, twisting it around frantically. You reach to touch my face but are lost in the feeling of my mouth devouring your cock, moving it in and out, in and out of my mouth.
I can feel your cock strain as it gets still harder, your body tensing as you approach the point of no return. We can feel each nerve in each other’s bodies where we touch. I respond to your urgency as if it were my own and grab your ass, pulling you toward me, encouraging you to fuck my mouth. I want you to bury yourself in me and I struggle to take you all in and keep you in my mouth. We both begin to move quickly, urgently and with little control.
You break your silence to tell me that you are close, not realizing that I am keenly aware of it. My own excitement is peaking. I’m thinking about how your insides are tensing up, pleasure crashing in waves from your stomach down to the tip of your cock where my tongue is still licking and swirling and my mouth is still sucking you in, over and over.
You begin to move faster. I know this rhythm and it is all I want. I keep up, stroke for stoke until I feel you push deeply, once, twice, and then flood my mouth with your cum. My tongue circles your cock, collecting every drop -- slowly, licking your cock as you relax back onto the bed. I lay my head against your thigh and we both struggle to catch our breath.
I stand up, climb on top of you, straddling you with my hand still lightly resting on your cock. “You know, there are more houses that we haven’t seen. I’m not finished with you yet.”
