I have a fantasy I haven’t yet shared with my lover. When the time is right, I will. It begins like this: she and I get ready to go out dancing at the club. We’ve both showered and I can still see droplets of water on her naked back where she forgot to reach with the towel. I rub lotion along my smooth naked legs, touching the muscles beneath my hands, feeling strong and sexy. My lover glances over her shoulder from the walk-in closet and watches me do this for a moment. Her gaze seeks out what it wants to see as it roves along my body. I feel a tinge of excitement between my legs, but I am not going to start anything up with her now. We so rarely have an opportunity to go out because of the kids.
In turn, I watch her dress. She pulls tight jeans over the globes of her perfect ass, her bare back long and subtly contoured with muscle, her breasts swaying in such a way to entice me put my mouth on them. I have completely stopped what I was doing and simply stand naked in the bathroom. She comes over to me and kisses me, pressing the rough denim of her jeans into my pussy. I gasp from the surprise of how such a small sensation can feel so good. She pulls away and sits me down on the vanity, the cold of the slate counter against my naked backside. She takes out my makeup kit and brushes and begins working on my eyes. She’s never done this before and I feel my pussy and clit swell as her naked breast brushes mine every time she leans in to stroke my eyelids with color. She gives me the hand mirror and says “Look.
She has made my eyes come alive, along with my aching clit. “Mmmm, I groan as I put her hand against my wet pussy. “There’s something else I need before we go out, I say, as I lean my back against the cool mirror–the sensation of which only makes my clit hotter. She leans down and puts her mouth on me, popping my swollen clit into her mouth like a grape. She sucks and licks me fast and hard so I have no choice but to immediately explode in her mouth. She comes back up and kisses me so I can taste my own cum. She takes my hand and puts it down the waist of her jeans so I can feel how wet she’s gotten. But she won’t let me touch her. “I want you to tease me all night long on the dance floor, she says, “And then, when we get home, I want you to fuck me so hard I scream.
When we walk out the door together for our night on the town, it’s as if we have our own little secret–shrouding us in mystery and allure to entice and confound all those we meet along the way.