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Sleeping in until almost noon on a Saturday. Waking up my first thought is of you. Turning towards your side of the bed, I remember that you planned on sneaking out early to go help Jake work on a deck project. Pulling my phone out from under my pillow to check my text messages. Reading your, “Morning, baby,” and smiling. Texting you, “Good morning.”Laying on my stomach, pillow clutched to me. Closing my eyes, drifting as I wait for your reply. Opening my eyes and sleepily reading what you sent. “Baby, I made some chicken salad for your lunch. Enjoy your day relaxing and getting ready. I will be home at 6 for a special night. I left you an outfit to wear on your chair, in the closet.” My pussy clenches, just reading the words ‘special night’. My body stretches and I wiggle against the bed. The anticipation of what this inventive man would come up with had my juices flowing. Texting you back, “Smiling. Mmm… I can’t wait.””No touching,” you reply.”Pouting,” I send. Only to receive a laughing emoji back. Sleepiness vanishing, I jump out of bed, hurrying to the large walk-in closet. Finding my tight pair of dark jeans, a brand-new black corset, and a jewelry box waiting for me. My purple high heels on the floor beside the chair.Taking a moment and picking up the corset. Holding it against me as I look in the mirror. Black with a ribbon framing my breasts, I know it will look great on me. My mind whirls thinking of all the places I could wear this to. Shaking my head at the ear-splitting smile I see in the mirror. Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, I set down the corset and lift up the jewelry box. Inside is a black collar necklace with a pendant.Quickly, I turn to the mirror again. Slipping it around my neck, my fingers at the back, holding it in place as I look. The collar turned so the d ring is in the middle of my throat. Below it dangles a silver mandala flower pendant. So pretty. I run my fingers over the ridges of the pendant.As I lift the collar away, my eye catches something on the back of the pendant. Bringing it closer, I see the word “Mine” etched into it. A word that never fails to make me wet. I can feel the dampness between my legs, but I resist touching.Padding to the kitchen naked. Finding chicken salad in the fridge and my favorite bread on the counter. Sitting on the comfy sectional I switch on the tv. Searching for a movie, as I munch my sandwich. I find a comedy that looks decent, lay back, and relax.When the movie ends, I realize I barely paid attention. My mind continuously thinking of different ideas, different scenarios, as I try to imagine the night ahead. Accepting that I am preoccupied, but wanting to enjoy my lazy Saturday, I go out to the walled garden. Sitting under the tree, in the chaise lounge, relishing the spring weather.Petting the dogs as they come over and enjoying the sunshine. My fingers lightly drifting over my skin, teasing glimpses of what I hope to experience later. I spend the next few hours daydreaming. Realizing it’s gotten late; I give the dogs a final pat and go back inside. Cranking up some music and playing what I think of as his playlist. A mixture of country, hip hop and rock n’ roll songs that make me think of him.Singing along to Gettin’ You Home, I climb in the shower. I shave, scrub and wash myself head to toe. Getting out, I spread his favorite smelling lotion all over my body. Slowly rubbing it in as Body Like A Back Road plays. Enjoying the sensation and the smell.Blowing drying the dampness from my hair. Hips wiggling to the beat of Do Not Disturb, I fuss with my hair until it falls just right around my face. From the clothes I can tell we are going out, so make-up is next.As I open my makeup drawer, the door opens, and you walk in. Turning quickly, I watch you take the last steps to bring you to me. Dressed in jeans and a black button-down shirt, you are a sexy sight to behold.You lean in to kiss me, my fingers latching onto the back of your head. Feeling damp hair, I know you must have showered and changed at Jake’s before coming home. Kissing me deeply, passionately, I hold tight. Soon I am panting, and your lips trail down my jawline, to the spot behind my ear. Moaning and tilting my head for you, I feel my inner muscles pulsing. They jump as I hear you growl into my ear.Your large hands around my waist, holding me steady. You set me up onto the counter, hands roaming over me. My back, my sides, my breasts, down my stomach. My hands bracing behind me, holding me arched for your touch.Your hazel eyes taking in every twitch of my body. Hands flowing down the outside of my thighs, to the backs of my knees. Back up the inside of my thighs.One thick finger dipping into my already wet folds, teasing my opening. Another dragging over my clit. Both of your hands working me over, I’m soon quivering with longing.With a nip to my throat, you step back to rest against the door frame. Your eyes watching mine as I whine, slumping against the counter.You make a twirling motion with your fingers and say, “Finish.” Closing my eyes as I get ahold of my rising lust, sliding off the counter. Bracing myself on unsteady legs, turning back to the mirror. Picking up my eye liner.A plea in my eyes, as I meet yours in the mirror, hoping. Only to have you shake your head at me. Releasing a long sigh, knowing you’re going to keep teasing me. Seeing the hunger on your face, gives me a naughty idea.Grinning, I lean into the counter a little more. Bending my right knee a bit and arching my back. Making my bare ass stick up more. ankara escort Promiscuous coming on, body swaying to the rhythm, I begin applying my make-up.Exaggerating the ‘o’ of my mouth as I put on eyeliner and mascara with slow, fluid movements. Oops, I dropped my red lipstick. Bending from the waist, I pick it up. Straightening slowly.Giving you a mischievous smile over my shoulder as I come all the way back up. Opening the lipstick, leaning back into the mirror. Meeting your now smoldering eyes, stopping the lipstick an inch from my mouth.Shaking my head slightly at you, I put the lid back on the lipstick. Wanting no lipstick taste between us, I place it back in the drawer and pull out a strawberry gloss. Gliding just a hint onto my lips. Knowing it won’t last there long.Moving into your arms, give you a hug. Resting my head on your chest for a long moment, feeling your arms tight around me.Giving my ass a swat, you say, “Finish,” again.Stepping into the closet, I sit down on the chair. Squeezing my thighs together, feeling my excitement making me wet. I look and see that you haven’t followed me. Quickly, I slip the jeans onto my legs. Standing, I wiggle them up, no panties.Sliding the corset on, hooking the buttons in front. Hands behind me as I pull the strings tight and tie them. Battling the urge to pinch my nipples, I gently cup one breast at a time and adjust them. They nestled into the cups, tops overflowing, looking like a deep breath will make the nipples pop out.Stepping into the deep purple heels, sitting down and buckling them closed. Picking up the collar, fingers rubbing the pendant. Feeling the engraved words on the back. Heart melting. Gently putting on the collar. A glance in the mirror showing a sexy, confident woman. Strutting into the living room to the beat of the Drumming Song. Seeing you waiting for me, no tv on. Facing the hallway from the sofa, watching. I pause just a step into the room. Reading your approval as your eyes caress every inch of me.You rise and move towards me. Eyes locked with my eyes. I stay still and wait for you. You step in close. Almost, but not quite touching me. Your fingers rise to my throat and gently lift the pendant hanging from my collar. Continuing to hold my gaze, you lower your lips slowly to my lips.Growling, “Mine,” an instant before your mouth devours me in a devastating kiss.One arm wrapping around my waist, holding me close. Your other hand slip between my legs, rubbing my jeans against my crotch. Panting with need, my hands locked onto your shoulders. You draw back form me, giving me a wicked grin.“Not yet, baby. You have a long way to go.”I whimper, knowing your words mean I will be tormented for hours.____________Sitting across from you, enjoying dinner at my favorite restaurant. The look in your eyes and the touch of your hand on mine, keeping me wet and on edge. Chatting about little things, the back of my mind wondering what wicked things you are planning.Leaving the restaurant, on the sidewalk, you stop. Pulling me towards you, my face raising, my body flush against you. Your kiss slow, soft. Teasing me. The honk of a horn driving past, a last swipe of your tongue over mine.My eyes open to see you smirking at me. Blushing slightly, I smile back. Taking my hand, you guide me into the park next to the car. The lamp posts glowing in between the patches of darkness. Your hand entwined with mine.Silently, at ease with each other, we walk through the park. Stopping often for featherlight, teasing kisses. For tantalizing nips and licks to my throat. My excitement drumming a constant beat throughout my body.Completing the circuit around, stopping us back at the first lamp post. Under the light, you pull me in for another kiss. Fervently, tongues dancing. Your hands sliding down to my ass, squeezing. Your hard dick pushing against the bottom of my stomach.Immersed in you, I hear the steps of someone walking past, and I don’t care. I continue drowning in you. Rocking my body against you. You spin me around and press me into the lamppost.“Don’t let go.”I grasp the post. Your hand slides down into the front of my pants. “Thank goodness for stretch jeans”, I think, before I feel your fingers glide over my clit.Flowing down, your middle finger parts my labia and slides into my cunt. Hooking into me, knuckle deep. Pressing, rubbing on the soft spot against my pubic bone.The tip of that thick finger beginning to push in and out of my pussy. Holding tight to the pole in front of me, bucking my hips into your hand. Your mouth sucking on my collarbone, leaving a mark, licking it.  With a groan, you lift your head, pull your hand out of my pants and step back. I press my body hard against the lamppost, mewling noises coming from my throat. Breathing through the hunger, collecting myself, I turn to face you. “Not yet,” you inform me.Taking my hand again, you lead me to the truck and help me in. Climbing into the truck, sliding over into the middle seat. Buckling our seat belts, your arm wrapping around me as you drive one handed.You drive away from our house, but I don’t ask. Enjoying the anticipation and the feeling of the unknown, I snuggle against you. You pull into a honky-tonk bar. You don’t like country music. I start to ask. You stop me with a brush of your lips.Your mouth slides to my ear, “Shh…” you whisper.Your mouth sucking lightly on my earlobe before you pull away. Head whirling with questions, I follow you out of the truck on your side. Sliding along your body as you help me out. Another ankara escort bayan teasing graze of your lips against mine as my feet touch the ground.Your arm around my waist, guiding me inside and up to the bar. Our friend, Jake is sitting on a stool. Lean with green eyes, he shares my love of country music, but I’m still surprised to see him there.Jake came into our life a few years ago when he worked with you. Jake and I have always flirted and joked around. Both knowing it won’t go anywhere and keeping it lighthearted.Turning to look up at you, seeing you smiling at me.”Baby, our dance classes don’t start for another few weeks. Jake and I were talking about them and he offered to teach you some steps tonight.”I search your eyes. You know that under all the mild flirting, I think Jake is hot.”Are you sure?” I ask.Smiling broadly at me. Giving me a deep, passionate kiss, as your hands cup my ass. Just as I start breathing hard, you spin me to face Jake, pushing me forward.Telling Jake, “She’s all yours.”Blushing, when Jake looks me in the eye and gives me a sexy smile. Taking my hand, he leads me onto the dance floor.I warn him, ‘I’m probably gonna step all over your toes.”He laughs lightly, “It’s okay. We’ll go slow.”Jake takes both of my hands loosely in his, “First, dancing is all about matching your partners moves. I’m going to step back in time to the music and I want you to follow me. The beat to the two step is quick, quick, slow. Then we will try it with you going backwards.”He takes a step back and tugs at my hands. I step forward as he keeps stepping back.He counts out the steps, “Quick, quick, slow,” to me.My eyes flow down his jean clad hips and begin to watch his feet. One of Jake’s hands releases mine and comes up to touch my chin.Tipping my head up, he looks me in the eyes and says, “Trust me. Feel me, follow me.”Jake keeps stepping back, I keep stumbling and apologizing. Mentally calling myself a dolt. I try to watch Jake’s chest and follow his moves, but I’m so nervous.Seeing that I’m too wound up, Jake pauses and tells me, “Do you see him at the bar?”I find you just to my left. Watching me. My eyes meeting yours across the room. Seeing the love there for me.”He doesn’t care if you learn to dance. He just wants you to have fun. Relax. Enjoy, laugh with me.”I look back at Jake. Meeting his eyes, I nod my head. He’s right. I make a conscious decision to relax and enjoy. Tugging my hands again, we move forward again.Guided by his soft, “Quick, quick, slow.”Watching his body, I hear the music for the first time. Allowing it to pulse through me, I finally begin to match his movements.”Backwards,” he says.Laughing and shrugging off any stumbles, I quickly master backwards. The song ends. Pulling me in closer, Jake places my left hand on his shoulder and slides his left hand down to my waist. His right hand holding mine. Suds InSude Bucket comes on and we begin to dance. Feeling awkward again, bumbling about.Closing my eyes, taking a deep breath, telling myself, “Ignore that it’s Jake, just feel the music.”Listening to his voice, feeling his hands guide me, I relax and follow his lead. The song ends and I open my eyes to see Jake matching my big smile.”I did it!” I squeal as I press against him for a hug. Feeling a tingle run through me as my breasts flatten against his chest. Squashing that feeling down, I turn and hurry towards you.As I rapidly approach, I yell out, “Did you see?!”You’re smiling and nodding from the barstool. I lean into your arms, pulling your head down for a quick, excited kiss. As I release you, you hand me my drink and I take a couple of deep sips. Jake ambles up and they talk small stuff.I slide into the empty barstool beside you. You slide your stool closer to mine, so I can lean back against you. Your arm drapes over my shoulder and your fingers begin drifting over my collarbone. Sometimes rubbing my pendant, so you can feel the words on the back.I keep sipping my drink. Your fingers dipping lower, onto my chest, tracing the edge of my corset. I can see Jake watching those fingers. I don’t want to acknowledge what you’re doing in front of Jake, so I close my eyes.“Mine,” you demand quietly as you cup my pendant again.My eyes open up and meet yours, my hand reaching up touch your hand.“Yours,” I purr.Smiling at you. Squeezing your hand.“Mine,” I state firmly.Bending, nipping my earlobe, “Yours,” you acknowledge.Eyes drifting closed again, I lean back against you fully, following your lead the way I followed Jake’s on the dance floor. I block out the rest of the world and enjoy the feel of you touching me.My hands gripping your thighs on either side of me, rubbing, clutching, as your hands resume playing across my skin. Time ticking by as faster songs come and go.The DJ announces a slow song coming up. You ease away from me and I look at you. Smiling at me, you motion Jake to take me out on the floor. Jake’s hand pulling me to my feet and onto the dance floor. Hearing the opening bars of Doin’ Something Right. I give Jake a suspicious glance, this is one of my favorite songs. He gives me a grin, as I recall him moving towards the DJ after I left him on the dance floor earlier.“Don’t think of the details, enjoy the moment,” I urge myself.Both of Jake’s hands on my hips. Mine wrapping around his shoulders. Still feeling sexy from your fingers, this time I relish my boobs pressing against Jake. He guides me in moving to the slow song. Looking up at Jake, he’s different than earlier. His cocky grin is still there, escort ankara but a yearning seems to shine at me. Ducking my head, ignoring it. Taking a breath, relaxing my body, easily following Jake in this slower pace.I jump as I feel a hand touch the small of my back.”I bet I can follow that with you,” you whisper against my ear as you press close behind me.Your hands settle above Jake’s and Jake’s hands slide down a bit. Part of me wanting to demand to know what they are doing and planning, but surrendering control and trusting you, I swallow that reaction and concentrate on being in the moment.Beginning to move to the music, your hands rubbing up and down the sides of my corset. Pushing between Jake and I, so you can rub them over my breasts. Jake’s hands start sliding up and down my hips. Behind me, your lips touch and tease the side of my neck.As my head falls back and to the side, Jake swoops in and seizes my lips. Kissing me lightly, softly. The flood of sensation from two sets of lips and hands causing my pussy to constrict.Moaning into Jake’s mouth, his tongue darting into me. Teasing flicks, that retreat before my tongue can play with his.Sexy bodies pressed on each side of me, we aren’t really dancing anymore, just grinding. I know we must be giving everyone a show, but it feels too good for me to care.Your fingers have gone from rubbing up and down to sneaking from the sides around into the cups of my corset; fingers lightly pulling, stretching and pinching my nipples. Jake’s hands are cupping my ass and pulling me close. I can feel his hard cock straining at his pants and me.Both men lift their head away from me, their hands stilling. I become aware that the music has stopped, the next song is coming on. From behind me, you pick up my hand, spin me around and stare deep in my eyes. You smile at the glazed, sexy look on my face.A few catcalls sound off as we step off the dance floor with Jake trailing behind us. Feeling a blush staining my cheeks but keeping my head up.Reaching our seats at the bar. You keep me by your side as we pause.”Thanks, buddy,” you tell Jake. “We’re going to call it a night.”Jake slides into his seat and looks straight into my eyes as he says, “It was my pleasure.”Something crazy overcomes me, I meet his lusty gaze and give him a bold, sexy smile.”Yes, thank you. It was amazing.”From the corner of my eye, I can see your grin widen as you hear my words to Jake. Your arm comes around my waist, steering me outside. Helping me into the truck, “Stay here in this seat baby.” You close the door and walk around to get inside.Once behind the wheel, you lean over and kiss me thoroughly. My hands run over you. I want to scoot close, but you told me to stay.I squirm in my seat and far too soon, I hear a click as you pull away. You fastened my seatbelt for me. You give me a smug smile, while I shake my head at you.”You just need to stay on your side, while I get us home.” Pouting, but settling back as you drive. On the radio, Lips of an Angel comes on and I start to hum along. Swaying to the music, which makes my thighs rub together, which leads me to give you a naughty look.You’re concentrating on the road. Placing my feet up on the dash, about a foot apart from each other. My hands start caressing, rubbing up and down the outside of my thighs. Seeing you glancing over, thighs falling open, moving my hands to the inside of my thighs.Slouching down in the seat, bending my knees more. Pulling my hand, with a long slow stroke towards me from my knee, along the inside of the thigh, sliding up to the waist band of my pants.Fingers leading as I push my hand down along the crease of my thigh, feeling the crease of my buttocks before my hand slides back up to the waist band, then down to the knee. Repeating the motion, over and over again. Sighing deeply as my arousal continues.Pulling up to the stop sign near our house. Finally, you look over fully at me.Snarling, “Taste yourself.”My fingers diving eagerly into my pants, sliding all the way down to the bottom of my pussy. Slowly, dragging back up, pressing lightly against my hole.Gathering wetness, rubbing against my clit as my digits glide past. Pulling my hand free of my pants, fingers reaching my lips. Tasting my juice, moaning low and needy.Hearing your, “Mine.”My hand delving back in, collecting my nectar. Leaning over, lifting my index finger to your lips. Feeling your mouth drawing me in, pussy tightening as your tongue swirls.Honking sounding behind us, I jump back and sit up a bit. You snicker and drive  the last block to our house. Stepping into the house, you close the door behind us, take me in your arms and spin my back against the wall. Legs parting you settle into me. Kissing me, overwhelming me. Your hands all over. Mine running up and down your back. Nails digging into you.One of your hands hooks under my leg and lifts it. Your pelvis grinding into me into the wall. Squatting down, just a bit, you grip under my other thigh and pull it up to wrap around you. Both legs lock around your waist.Your mouth, your lips, your tongue consuming me as I melt. My hands holding tight to your shoulders. Feeling your hardness press against me through our jeans. Humping each other.Your hands squeezing, massaging my ass. My hands slipping around between us. Undoing the first three buttons of your shirt. Sliding inside, running over your chest, brushing against your nipples. You pull back from me and groan. Your hands under my ass, lowering me. My feet following your signal and sliding down, standing on them. My fingers playing with your nipples. Lightly pulling, stretching and pinching them the way you did mine on the dance floor. Your big hands coming up to still mine. You smile lopsided at me. “There’s another present for you under your pillow.”

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