She pulled me up so quickly I almost got whiplash. I’m not sure what she was so angry about but it definitely got her stomping! I was at an awkward rolled up angle and she briefly stopped and adjusted me, which was a relief. I didn’t want to irritate her further.
I could tell she’d just had a shower, she was clean as a whistle and fresh as a daisy. It wasn’t until she pulled her jeans up, and they pushed me snugly against her, that I realised she had trimmed herself and shaved her bikini line. Her bush was cropped really short, and I could sense her skin was just a whisper away. Where my elastic rested in the crease of her leg it was silken and just so wonderfully warm.
She was arguing with the husband, which explained the bad mood, and eventually she got in the car and drove ferociously away. I could feel her heart racing and she was sweating a little. He’d gotten her really riled up and it wasn’t until she parked at the supermarket that she appeared to calm down a little.
She did the shopping and I could tell she was disappointed that the flat chested blond with the floppy fringe didn’t serve her today. As she bent repeatedly over the trolley, filling the checkout belt, she let the idea of the perky blond running that tongue piercing of hers over her clit, flit briefly through her mind. I tried to sneak up closer to her, to seek out her wetness, but was hindered by her jeans. Damn them!
When we arrived back home she put the shopping away. The husband seemed to be out and the house was quiet and in a peaceful moment her mind wandered back to the supermarket blond. She visualised the girl braless and pulling her tshirt up over her head. The desire to run her hands over those small perfect breasts was tangible and as she walked up the stairs I felt hopeful that she was going to masturbate. I chanted to myself, please keep me on, please keep me on, please…
As we stepped into the bedroom it was immediately clear that the husband was indeed home. He was knelt on the bed naked and his rampant cock was in one hand and a TV remote in the other. Words were exchanged, which were clearly apologetic in nature, because the next thing I knew I was free of the jeans and he was gently massaging me onto her bum cheeks. His cock briefly pushed me up against that neat little quim, but it was short lived as he pulled her onto the bed, leaving the jeans in a heap on the floor. She knelt in front of him and I had a glorious view of his raging hard-on, which seemed to be straining to get to her. I didn’t have the opportunity to feel if she was aroused because he quickly slipped his fingers over me and dragged me down to her knees. She fell forward onto her hands and I could see him rubbing his hand all over her ass, giving it a little pat and a little slap here and there. Then he slipped his hand down between her cheeks and round to the front of her pussy. She gasped and I just knew she would be biting her lip. Things became a little obscured by him then and I mostly had a view of his cock and balls, but in between this I caught glimpses of his sopping wet fingers moving in and out of her glistening pink pussy. It wasn’t long until he fucked her and because I was still around her knees he had trouble getting access. I thought he was going to rip me off but instead he pushed her down onto her elbows and she put her knees together, trapping me between them. Her ass was nice and high in the air and with his legs either side of hers he parted her folds with his fingers and gradually eased himself into her, filling her right to his balls. I could feel her working her ass back against him to make sure every millimetre of him was inside. They picked up the pace and he gripped her hips tightly to get a good rhythm going. I wished they had paused to take her top and bra off so I could see her tits moving as they fucked, but alas, they hadn’t.
He came with a moan, pushing himself deep inside whilst his fingers went white as he held her in place. She hadn’t come but had obviously been close because she reached between her legs and grabbed his hand, rubbing the fingers into her wet slit. He slipped a couple in and she ground herself on to them. He pulled her cheeks apart and dribbled a little spit onto her crack, waiting for it to reach her ass hole, before teasing it around with his thumb and pressing it into her tightness. She immediately thrust herself back and groaned with pleasure, then flopped onto the bed, spent.
Disappointingly she then flipped onto her front and removed me, slipping me down and over her feet, to be discarded onto the floor next to her jeans. I never got reinstated, and I have to admit I felt a little cheated that I was her initial choice today but never got anywhere near her sex juices.
Colour: Black
Style: Brazilian brief
Material: Stretch Cotton, lace edged bottom
Features: Daily Juices, Slight Perspiration
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