Russell got up bright and early to get ready for work. I could hear him stumble around in our dark room attempting to gather his things without waking me. His futile attempts to be quiet made him even louder. I watched silently in the dark as he moved about. He stumped his toe on the corner of the dresser.
“Fuck!” he yelled.
I let out a muffled giggle.
“You know you could always draw the shades a little to let the sun in.” I said.
He did not even bother to acknowledge my comment.
Lately Russell has been so distant. He works odd hours. He is always stressed. We barely converse. We don’t even go out any more. And sex with him no longer exists. We have not made love to each other in more than three months. I want things to return to how they once were, but it seems impossible these days.
He picked out a tie to match his dark grey suit and headed off for the shower. I could hear him turn on the water. I imagined the water hitting his tall, dark, muscular body. I pictured intricate beads of water aligning his biceps and caressing his manhood. The thought of it all turned me on.
I climbed out of bed and tip toed to the bathroom. I slowly opened the bathroom door. I quietly slipped out of my nightie and pulled the shower curtains back. I climbed in to join Russell. He glared over his shoulder at me annoyed.
“Mind if I join?” I asked.
“You are already here Alecia.” He said.
I was not going to let his unpleasant disposition stop me from what I wanted. I know how to make him happy.
I came up behind Russell and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“I love you.” I whispered in his ear.
No reply.
I will admit, that did sting. But I know Russell is not a morning person. I grabbed a loofah and poured his scented body wash on it. I lathered it up and began making small circles on his muscular back. Russell is so sexy. I love touching his body. When I realized he was no longer tensing to my presence, I reached my free hand around and gently caressed his sleeping member.
“I need to get ready for work!” he snapped pushing my hand away.
“Baby, can I kiss it before you go?” I asked begged.
I received my answer when he abruptly left the shower. I was not about to beg him for his dick! I can take a hint. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on!
I reached for the knobs and turned the shower on full blast. The water rushed over my body, dampening my hair and caressing my skin. The beads of water felt like a million little hands giving me a gentle massage. I lathered my body with my peach fragrant body wash. I washed my skin vigorously in an attempt to wash my disappointment away. Another dickless day I suppose. I will have to take matters into my own hands, which has become quite frequent these days.
I removed the shower head from its hook. I propped a leg up on the edge of the tub. I pointed the shower head between my thighs and allowed the blast of water to soak my already wet pussy. I played with my nipples as the water massaged my lips, causing my clit to stand at attention. Within moments I had a small water induced orgasm. I was not satisfied but this had to do for now.
I dried myself off and looked at in the mirror. Did I not turn Russell on anymore? Was I not sexy any more? I analyzed my body. I could stand to lose about twenty pounds. Pounds I had gained in our five years together. But he has gained at least twice that and I still found him attractive and wanted to fuck him at every chance. I wrapped a towel around my body and headed into our bedroom in hopes of getting a quick quickie from Russell.
“Last chance!” I said dropping the towel to the floor.
I grabbed my towel off of the floor and wrapped it around me again. I looked around the room and walked out to the den. Russell had already left for work. I plopped down in the loveseat, defeated. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. This edge was really killing me. My peace was disturbed by the sound of an electric hedge trimmer. I jumped, startled. I could see a landscaper through the sliding glass doors of my apartment.
He was a very attractive man. I could make out his chiseled features even though the goggles he wore covered most of his face. He had to be tall to be so visible over the hedges. His skin tone was a rich, honey complexion. His head bopped as he attempted to make the greenery he was attacking even. The music he was listening to had to be good. I grinned as I watched him do his job. .
He head bopping became a mixture of sporadic air punches. He bit his lower lip and furrowed his brow to the music. This was hilarious. I let out a laugh as I played voyeur for a moment.
Naughty thoughts filled my mind. Hmm, what if I fucked this stranger? Wouldn’t that be the ultimate fantasy? The lonely housewife, or in my case girlfriend, seeks out the handsome gardener to quench her lust. I opened my towel and let it fall to my sides. I was sitting on the loveseat, exposed. I spread my legs as I watched the handsome stranger. I pictured him standing over me, wanting to taste me. I let my index finger dig deep into my moist pussy. I was determined to get a bigger orgasm than I had earlier. I imagined my finger was the tongue of the handsome stranger sampling my sweetness. I began to moan. I could imagine how great his full lips would feel on my precious lips. I dug deeper. I closed my eyes and let myself be taken away by this fantasy. I was near climaxing when I heard the tap on the sliding glass door.
It was the gardener!
I grabbed my towel, completely embarrassed and was about to make a dash for my bedroom. He tapped on the glass again and smiled. I stopped for a moment and looked at him. He waved for me to come open the door. Without a thought, I obliged. I slid the glass door open to the handsome stranger.
“I saw you over there having so much fun by yourself and I wondered if I could join you?”
I could smell the scent of his sweat. Not the sweat from making love, but the sweat of working in the sun. His shirt was soaked and covered in grass stains. A dirty man would normally be out of the question for me but this brother was not dirty from play. He was dirty from work. I nodded my head and motioned for him to come in.
He removed his goggles and wiped his forehead with his arm. He gave me a gorgeous, pearly white smile.
“My name is ---“
I quickly put my finger over his lips quieting him.
“Names are not needed” I said.
I was turned on by how naughty I was being at this moment. I looked him straight in his eyes, grabbed his hand and walked to the couch. I removed my towel and sat on the couch. I spread my legs, resting one heel on the coffee table.
“I thought you were going to help?” I said smirking at him.
The handsome stranger eagerly made his way between my thighs. He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and let his tongue slowly glide over my clitoris. I moaned.
“You smell like sweet peaches,” he said “and you taste even better.”
He cupped my butt cheeks and pulled me closer to him. He extended his tongue and licked methodically over my engorged lips. Chills danced on my skin. It had been so long since I was devoured like this. Russell was not into tasting my sweetness.
The handsome stranger made circles over my clitoris, as his lips engulfed my lips. He sucked gently on my peach, savoring each drop. I grabbed the back of his head as he took me to ecstasy. His tongue blessed my body with long, hungry licks. His hands massaged at my ass and he brought me even closer to him. His tongue licked me from my ass to the tip of my protruding clitoris. I could not control my moaning. The orgasm I had been trying to achieve all day revealed itself at full speed. It slid down my back, built in my stomach and escaped onto his tongue.
“I am cumming!” I yelled.
My legs shook violently.
The handsome stranger smiled at me, proud of his mastery. His face was glazed with my peach juices. He stood up as though his work was done.
I grabbed him by his belt. I saw the enormous bulge begging to be released from his khakis.
“May I?” I said.
He began to fumble at his belt buckle. I could tell he was excited. I smiled and assisted him, wanting to see the prize hidden inside. I unzipped his zipper and slid his pants down to his knees. I reached my hand in his boxers and pulled out one of the prettiest dicks I had ever seen. Pure chocolate at its finest rested in a neatly trimmed, black bush. His dick was so chocolate that it did not look as though it belonged on his honey colored body. I guess his chocolate dick mixed with his honey colored skin made him doubly as sweet.
His penis stood at attention. The head of his dick was a beautiful bulb shape. My mouth watered just looking at it. A few drops of his sweet honey waited on the head, begging to be devoured by me. I could not wait to taste it. It had been so long since I had the privilege of sucking dick. This too, was not Russell’s thing. I hoped I had not lost my touch.
I licked my lips and slid him between them. My tongue flickered over his chocolate shaft as I gripped his beautiful dick. I slid him deep into my mouth, letting his head hit my tonsils. I slowly pulled him out, in awe at the shiny rod I produced. His eyes were intensely watching me. His lips were parted, but he could not utter a word. No, I had not lost my touch.
I regained confidence in my dick sucking abilities and began to devour him. I could suck his dick all day. It was so beautiful and so sweet. I got lost in enjoying the feeling of his dick tickling my tonsils. I enjoyed feeling his powerful veins sliding over my tongue. I was sucking his dick as though I had not been fed in years. I sucked his dick like the answers to world peace could be found in his cum. I sucked his dick as though it contained the cure for cancer. I sucked his dick as though if he were to cum, sprinkles would shoot out. I sucked his dick as though... I could go on and on. The point is, I sucked the hell out of his dick! I did it with passion and love. I caressed his balls gently. I took ever inch of him in, slowly.
He gripped the back of my head, lips still parted with no words escaping. He began to lean into me every time I took his dick inside of my warm mouth. He suddenly pulled his dick out of my mouth.
“Damn baby! If you keep that shit up you are going to drain me!” he said “I can tell you now, you need to let me put this hard dick in that sweet pussy because if you make me cum now, I won’t be any more good to you!”.
Yeah I still got it. I quickly got up and turned around, resting my upper body on the arm of the loveseat. I poked my ample ass out and spread my legs giving him full view of my hot, wet, waiting pussy.
“Strap up and ride!” I said.
The handsome stranger palmed my ass cheeks and began his slow descent into my sea. I trembled at the feeling of big, hard dick sliding in me. Dick is good, just like I remembered. I moaned and groaned as he gained a rhythm in my pussy. I tried to sit still and let him continue to dive in me, but I was so excited. Each stroke of his dick was met by a stroke of my own. I needed him inside of me. I had to feel him invading my walls. I could feel my desire trickling down my inner thigh. I kept throwing my pussy back on his massive dick; loving each inch, tightening my walls to give his dick endearing hugs. My movement threw him off balance. He tried to regain his composure and rhythm. Each time he got a good rhythm going, he would hit a spot that made me have to throw it back. I wanted his dick to continue to massage those spots.
“Baby, you are bucking me off! You really want this dick huh? You really needed my help huh?” he said.
I giggled half embarrassed.
“Well lady, how about you climb up on this dick and ride it like you want it?”
The handsome stranger did not have to ask me but once. He sat on the loveseat and I straddled him. I slid slowly down on his pole. I almost melted as soon as his thick dick was rested inside of me. He sucked my nipples as I rode his cock. From this angle, I could get him in as deep as I want. I controlled when his dick hit the spots that drove me wild.
I looked him in his eyes as though I was on a mission. I began to ride him slowly, loving how the curve of his penis penetrated my body. He sucked my nipples harder causing an intense tingling sensation in my already drenched pussy.
I could feel the orgasm regaining power in my belly. It was ready to arrive. I raised my body off of him slightly, allowing just the head of his penis to still reside inside of me. Then I came down quickly, until I felt his balls against my cheeks. I repeated this motion; slowly sliding up and quickly crashing down. He was so deep inside of me.
“Baby!” he said breathlessly.
I could see him clinching his jaws. His strong hands gripped at my waist. I could feel his lust surging through the veins of his dick. He was ready to explode and so was I. I continued to slide him out slowly, and dig him in deep. I enjoyed watching his manhood shine from my juices. The deeper inside I got him, the more creamy, white, filling coated his dick. I knew he was ready to explode.
I finally slid him deep inside of me. My legs were on each side of him. I gripped the back of the loveseat for balance. I worked my hips in a hool-a-hoop motion, letting his spoon mix the batter of the orgasm I held deep in me. He tried to keep his eyes focused on me as though we were in a test of wills. As my motions become swifter, he shut his eyelids tight. I continued to swirl. The tighter his grip became on my waist, the closer I knew he was to coming. I could feel the muscles in his arms and thighs tense.
“Not yet Daddy!” I said.
I slid off of him and turned around, my back facing him. I leaned forward and let my hands touch the ground. I backed up and slowly slid his dick in. I began to bounce on his lap knowing he was enjoying the view of my ass going up and down and seeing his dick slide in and out of my wet pussy. He cupped my breasts and held on tightly. He was so deep inside of me; I could feel my left leg going numb. My body trembled as I felt the orgasm slowly releasing. My climax was met by his. I felt him explode as I released my flood.
I let out a deep sigh, feeling like a deflated balloon. My pent up frustration soaked his lap. I finally set his manhood free of my moisture. We both sat there for a moment, breathing heavy, satisfied in our conquests.
“I was not ready for that baby! I was not ready!” he finally said.
“I am thankful for it. That is what I wanted.” I assured him.
He stood and I watched him dress. He was sweating, but this time it was not from working in the sun. He was working in my pussy. I handed his goggles as he headed for my front door.
“Ah-ah!” I said.
He turned around and looked at me as though he was hoping I was not ready for another round.
“You leave the same way you came in.”
I pointed towards the sliding glass door. He walked over and stopped.
“This was like a fantasy that people write about. I never expected it to happen to me!” he said flashing his sexy smile at me. “So, may I have your name? Or at least can I see you again?”
I pulled him near and planted a passionate kiss on his tender lips.
“Let’s keep it a fantasy and not ruin it with a second time.” I said.
He looked at me disappointed as I slid the door behind him and locked it. I grinned, excited by my naughty deed. I was pleased.
Hmmm, I wonder if the cable guy would be so helpful during my next drought season?
