A Birthday Wish Come True part3
by Hot Milfs BlogHe took another couple of minutes to bring the sweater up to her shoulders,
avoiding her breasts the whole time. He then snapped her arms up, whipped off
the article of clothing, and extricated her glasses from it, replacing them over
her eyes. She held her breath, expectantly.
“Ahhhh - Beautiful,” he breathed as his fingertips traced delicate patterns
around the two globes in front of him.
“You’re sure they’re not too small for my body?” was the concerned question.
“Hardly, they’re fantastic - remember the line from _Weird Science_? ‘Anything
more than a handful is wasted.’” His attentions were evoking some response from
her body. He leaned down and ran the point of his outstretched tongue around the
rim of her areola. She shivered and the nipple stiffened. He flicked across it,
and proceeded to do the same with her other breast. His hands stroked their soft
undersides, running up the sides to rest on them, thumbs over her now hard
nubbins. His mouth slid down to kiss the valley between them and his digits
started to rub circles over the tips of her breasts. She moaned, took his head
in her hands, and pulled him up to her face.
Their lips met quickly, hungrily sucking each other’s taste into their own
mouths, their tongues attempting to fuse together. She withdrew to breathe, and
he nibbled on her lower lip. He then eased up, and playfully licked the
underside of her nose, between her nostrils. She cooed, and started to knead his
chest in reply to his hands’ ministrations. His nose nudged her glasses up onto
her forehead and he kissed each closed eye. He lay on his side next to her and
whispered in her ear, his hot breath distracting her from his meaningless words.
She rolled to face him, kissed his cheek and announced “You keep that up and I’m
gonna have to get out the restraints!” He chuckled in reply to her standing joke
of “two fun-filled weeks of being tied to my bed” that he had won. She slid down
his body, kissing and massaging as she went, and eliciting contented sighs from
her visitor. Eventually she reached the only clothing he was still wearing. She
glanced up and asked, grinning “May I see the fruit of your loom?”
“What-” he stopped as he realized the gist of her request. He smiled and shrugged
good-naturedly. She returned her attention to the task at hand, hooking her
index fingers into his waistband and inching the shorts down. He was stimulated
by the friction of the elastic on his member as it was slowly revealed, and
gritted his teeth in anticipation. She tugged the underwear past the tip, and
his cock sprang out, fully erect.
“Well, I guess you ARE happy to see me!” She gasped.
“Gee - I’m offended you even thought otherwise,” he chided.
“Careful, man - you *are* in a compromising position!” She playfully tapped his
head, and he flinched with excitement.
“Mental note: never upset a woman who has you by the short and curlies,” he
breathed as she began to inspect her new toy. He squirmed as she stroked his
length and then ran a finger over his circumcised head. He gasped a warning to
her “Careful with that thing - it’s loaded and hasn’t been ‘fired in anger’ in a
long time!”
“Well, there’s only one way of ‘clearing the barrel’, you know,” she replied and
continued to stroke him. He moaned and clenched the sheets in his hands. She
massaged his balls with her free hand, evoking a shiver in his body. “I can’t -”
he hissed and came; his semen flying from his prick to land on his groin and her
bare breasts and abdomen. “I…I’m…sorry,” he gasped, visibly shaken.
“Don’t worry, it was a long time coming, and I’m sure your gentlemanly nature
won’t leave a lady unsatisfied,” she teased, twirling a finger in one pool of his
cum on her chest. “Hmm, now what *can* we do in the meantime…” Her smile was
suggestive and faintly cat-like.
He inhaled, turning it into a predatory snarl as he raised himself up and stalked
across to her, lapping his jism from her breasts. She glanced down in surprise.
His gaze met hers as he began to massage her nipples. “No, I’ve never done that
before - it’s a little bitter, but if it gives me a chance to suckle these lovely
orbs…”
He stopped talking as he ran his tongue around her tit, decreasing the circles he
made and stopped at the areola, clasping its tip between his lips. “Mmmmmmmmm”
she groaned, and leaned back against the bedpost as his tongue tickled her
…End of the part3. To be continued..