A woman rings a doorbell - continued.

“Are you busy?” I ask when Rob answers the door.

“Nothing that can’t be put off for an hour or so.” He holds to door open for me.

“Good.” I say walking past him. I slip off my suit jacket, hooking it over the back of a dining room chair. It was a long and difficult day at work and I am filled with restless agitation. “We’re going to bed.” I tell him.

“What? Now?”

“Yep. I want sex. I want sex with you and I want it now. Let’s go.”

Placing both my palms on his chest I propel him backwards towards his bedroom. Halfway down the hall, he pushes my hands away. “You can’t just show up demanding….” His protests fade, he is distracted. I am slowly undoing the top button of my blouse, revealing the top of my lacey bra and my round breasts. I cup both breasts in my hand and give a low moan. I had only meant to tease him so he’d quit complaining but I am also turning myself on. Good God, I’m easy!

Rob raises an eyebrow. I can practically see his mind working so I go in for the kill. “I’m also wearing the matching panties and the stockings you like.” He gives up, throws his hands in the air and turns towards the bedroom. A flash of conscience demands I pay attention to the fact I am clearly using him but I dismiss it. I don’t really care to be honest. I have been prowling the halls, snapping at small children kind of horny all day; I need to come.

Once inside, I waste no time. Pushing Rob onto the bed, I set to work undoing his pants, working them over his hips and dropping them on the floor. He isn’t quite as ready as I need him to be. My need is rising sharply, I’ve been thinking about this all damn day and I need him fully hard. Now.

A woman on a mission, I start to kiss down his flat stomach, across his hip to the base of his dick and balls. My tongue traces small circles across his balls and up his dick. Then I swallow him, taking him wholly into my mouth. He gets hard almost instantaneously. Good!

When his cock fattens in my mouth I let him go. I don’t want him to come just yet. As far as I’m concerned this is all about me and I am going to ensure I get to come first. Letting him go, I slip my off underwear, hike up my skirt and straddle him. The warmth of his erection pulses on the skin of my inner thigh. This is what I want, what I crave, what I need; heat.

“I’m on top.” I tell him, perhaps stating the obvious. “I need this.” I take his dick in my hand. “I need you” I add thinking perhaps he may want a few pleasantries…. But Rob doesn’t appear to be fighting me off, he doesn’t even argue, he just grins back at me, placing his hands on my hips. Using my hand, I position his dick, taking just the tip inside me. I stop for a second, teasing both him and me with the barely there contact. But then my impatience returns tenfold, so in one swift movement I slide down his shaft until I have taken every long inch of him into me.

No foreplay necessary today; just him, hard inside me, as quickly as possible.

Rocking from side to side I sigh, appreciating how good he feels. I savor the feeling of being completely filled by him. But pretty soon it’s no longer enough, I want more.

Pulling open my shirt I lift my breasts from my bra. I lean forward to offer Rob my nipple. When he sucks it into his mouth, I squirm on his dick with pleasure. He lets go and I lift my breast to my mouth. I can flick my now fully erect nipple with my tongue. He does the same. The sensations of his tongue and mine dancing over my nipple makes me squirm some more. He exhales with a low groan.

My soft breasts press into the hard expanse of his chest when I lean forward to kiss him. A thin sheen of sweat makes his skin slippery and hot to the touch. I kiss his lips, his neck, nibble on his ear and use my tongue to taste the base of his throat. I swear I can taste the heat we are generating.

I sit up. Enough playing. The sexual frustration in me is like a relentless itch. It needs to be released. I play with my tits with both hands while he finds my clit with his fingertips. The contact sends shock waves into my core, transforming the itch into an all consuming need. I start to rock back and forth sliding up and down his dick, slowly at first but soon getting quicker.

My movements are deliberate. I want to push us both over the edge as quickly as possible. Taking his hands I put them on my tits, showing him what I want. My orgasm is already beginning. I tip my head back, arching my back, and push down onto his dick, wanting all of him inside me; so deep I can almost taste him.

Rob thrusts his hips up under me driving himself even further into me. I come hard, squirming and writhing on top of him, riding the wave after wave of wonderful release.

As loud as I am when I come, he is always louder, satisfyingly so. I feel each spasm of his cock as he empties himself into me, which, as usual, triggers my second orgasm. It’s smaller than the first but hell who’s complaining!

Moments later, I am pulling on my underwear, my mind in a blank haze of sexual bliss, my body finally relaxed. Rob is still lying on the bed, “That’s it?” he asks without opening his eyes.

“Yep.” I say, my satisfaction evident in my voice. I finish buttoning my shirt, pick up my shoes and say over my shoulder as I leave, “Thanks that was just what I needed.”