I had a great phone sex fantasy with a guy this weekend. He liked to boast about his staying power and say that no woman could outlast him. I took up his challenge and raised him that I could make him cum without ever even touching him. Of course, being the cocky guy he was, he accepted my bet. I had him strip down and sit in a wooden chair across from me. To ensure that this was a fully “hands-off” experience, I tied his hands behind the chair back and his ankles to the legs of the chair.
I left him there for a few minutes while I went to my bedroom and changed into something a little more comfortable. I knew his favorite color on me was black so, when I returned to him, I was wearing a black satin teddy trimmed with lace over my very low-cut cleavage area. It came down to just below my belly button. Underneath it, I wore a pair of black lacy panties with a little red bow on the waistband. I finished off the look with my sheer, black silk stockings, which ended on my milk chocolate thighs with a band of lace. On my feet, I wore black, 4″ open-toed heels which showed off my red painted toenails beneath the black satin stockings.
His jaw dropped open the moment he saw me. I smiled a long, slow smile as I stood there, looking at him, while I traced my long, red fingernail over my plump lower lip. With a soft giggle, I asked him, “Do you see anything you like?” All he could do was smile and chuckle nervously. I began to saunter over to him slowly, my heels clacking lightly on the hard wood floor as I made my way over to him. By the time I reached him, his cock was already hardening.
I straddled his strong hips, hovering millimeters above his lap, while I placed one hand on either side of the chair behind his head. My nipples were hard and he could see their outline through the black satin fabric covering my large dark tits. My hard, concealed nipples were just out of the reach of his now panting lips. I flung my long dark hair over my shoulder, letting it fall on my Carmel colored skin. I released a slow, hot breath over his earlobe and down his neck, and back up again, until my moist red lips were achingly close to his parched mouth.
I smiled and giggled in a sultry whisper as I rose up from the chair, my dark tresses flinging over my back as I rolled my body up toward his. I started air humping the space between his quivering legs, my wet, lace covered pussy aching to feel his now rock-hard cock between my engorging pussy lips. But I turned on my black heels, and letting my bodacious booty sway seductively, I walked a few feet away from him. He moaned and whispered, “Come here. Come back baby.” I slowly rotated my body so that I was facing him again while I ran my smooth hands up the length of my voluptuous hips, into my hair, and down between my swollen tits.
“Oh, God, ” he whispered hoarsely, as I swayed my body in long motions until I squatted on the hard floor, my legs open in front of him. I flung my dark straight hair back off of my face as I looked up at him and saw a huge drop of pre-cum drizzling down the side of his raging hard-on. I caressed my body deeply as I gently grabbed the hem of my black satin teddy, pulling it off of my body as I stood up in front of him. I traced my long red fingernails down my sides, to my hips and inner thighs, as I pushed my tits closer to his face. I brought my fingernails slowly back up my inner thighs, up towards my lace covered pussy.
“You want me to touch this hot chocolate pudenda, don’t you?” I asked him. “Oh, God, yes! Yes baby. Show it to me. “ComeOnShowItToMe.” As my fingers threatened to touch those moist, throbbing lips, I heard him let out a guttural groan of pleasure as he shot his load straight up in the air, a breath away from my hot skin.
Housework is never ending around here. It seems like once I finish the entire house, I have to start all over again. Between dishes and laundry and all the messes my teenage kids make, well it all keeps me busy! But who says you can’t have a little fun while cleaning up. I love to do the housework either naked or in something super sexy! Being alone in the house is something that I treasure, because it’s a rare occurrence. I cannot tell you though how many times my husband has walked in and caught me cleaning naked or in my heels. He actually gets kind of excited about it. He used to anyways, the past few years he doesn’t pay as much attention to me. But that’s fine by me. I have been finding my own ways to get noticed by other men. Last week the toilet downstairs broke and we had to call in the hand man. We have been dealing with this hand man for years, cute little old guy that he is.
