Nicole tries to work at home

"Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful. How's your day now? Are you still having a bad day? I give up.

"I am having a wonderful day," murmurs gently, a gentle breathing coloring your voice.

"Wait until you see what kind of NIGHT you're going to have!" I taunt, turning around again.

"UH oh," you smile in response.

"Oh dear!" "I forgot. I brought a job I have to read before tomorrow. Why don't I clean this out of dinner, and start that job? You could go relax, read the paper or take a shower or something. I'm sorry, love, it's just a few hours of reading. I'll make it up to you later if you're patient." You sweat too, but you smile when you detect the evil spark in my eyes. "The nest is not over yet," you think.

I begin to pick up my clothes in preparation for dressing, and feel your hand on my arm. "No, honey, don't put them back on. Go put on that red, black thing, you know, the one with the black lace edge and those little red ties on the forehead."

"John, my job..." Susurro, an anxious look on my face.

"I promise to leave you alone until you finish your job. Let me know when you're ready to play. I'm gonna take a shower now and then read the paper or watch TV until you're done. "

After you shower, you go into the living room looking for me. Your eyes travel around the room until you see me reclining on the couch. I am not aware of your presence at the door and this gives you a moment to look at me.

I put the red stuffed with the black cord. It is bright red as the dress I had before and has black lace around the French cut legs, and where it goes down to a V in the front just below my waist. It's almost tied with the three red ties on the front. From where you stand, you can see the soft swelling of my breasts above the black lace, while I constantly breathe, I try my reading. The notebook I have is resting on my stomach right under my breasts, and slowly I'm turning the pages as I read. You enjoy watching the subtle motion of my breasts as I lift my arm to turn the page.

The light on my head shines on my hair that flows freely on the pillow and around my shoulders. Walk and kneel at my side on the floor and gently lift a curl that is resting on my upper chest. I feel hair on the back of your hand just brushed against my skin. I sigh and turn my face to you. You're turning the gold on your fingers now, feeling your silky. I see your face while your eyes travel through the length of my body, enjoying what I feel as I see you look at me. Your finger slightly traces a pattern along the line of the skin showing between the loops, and then around the lace at the top of my legs, until you can touch the hair wig framed the lace on each side of my stuffed. "How much reading do you have, honey?" questions with little hidden impatience.

"Approximately half an hour more. Maybe a little less if I can concentrate. It's hard to think when I'm using this thing!" I laugh. "All I can think about is when you're gonna take it off."

"No, honey," you say. "I'll let you read. I'll wait until you're done." You walk away and settle in a chair nearby, rubbing the paper while you bury behind it.

I look at you for a moment, sitting behind that paper. All I can see is your legs, and I think of having them wrapped around me when you're inside me. I sigh and return to my reading.

I'm so determined in my reading, I can't hear you up and go to the kitchen. But when you get back, you come back next to the couch and ask me, "Do you want some ice cream?"

"In a minute, let me finish this page. "

You settle in your chair with a slightly unbridled look on your face. "What night will I have?" questions. "Newspapers, tv, ice cream!" You put the ice cream a little too high on the table next to you and took the paper again, and you rubbed it hard too, trying to convey your impatience to me.

I smile when I close the notebook and silently cross the room and kneel in front of you. I bring my nails slightly from my ankles to my knees, breaking my legs slightly until I can rest between them. Looking under the paper, I smile sweetly at you, and I say, "John, I want my ice cream now!"

You leave the paper to the ground and pick up the bowl and bite a big piece of ice cream and hold it in front of me, until I open my mouth to take it. But the ice cream is melting fast and some run through my chin and drops in your stomach, and you melt when the cold hits you. You laugh while you clean my chin ice cream with your fingers. I grab your hand and slowly lick each finger, up and down, looking for the sweetness of the ice cream with the tip of my tongue, and then surrounding your palm until the sticker is gone, looking at you suggestively as I do this.

Then I look at the ice cream in your stomach, which is starting to drip into the waist of your shorts. I lick it with just the tip of my tongue, and then I move my tongue delicately through your waist until I feel like it hurts a little. I lick my way to the center of his stomach and then to each of his nipples, turning my tongue around until they become difficult. Then I sat down a little and asked, "Are you getting impatient here love?"

"Hmmph" that groans. "There is a limit to my patience, DARLING!"

My hands are strangling their sides, moving through their upper chest, through the center of their stomach. My stomach is resting against your lap. I can feel the evidence of your desire beginning to shake and press against my body, feeling your heat through the thin satin tissue.

"Just 10 more minutes, love, I promise."

"Oh, you! You're making fun of it! You shake gently in the first tie, which loosens quickly and easily, knowing very well the effect that this gesture will have on me, as I feel the tissue releases its bra into my breasts. My nipples grow taut and press against the wig of clothing that still covers me, seeking freedom and your touch.

You smile with mockery and whisper humbly, "Go back to your reading DARLING. I couldn't think of interrupting for the next 10 minutes!"

Now it's my turn to murm and sigh! "Hmph!" We both know that this playful game of mocking and mocking is just intensifying and mounting our anticipation and emotion.

When I go back to the couch, with my back to you, I bend slowly and deliberately to hit my pillow just like that, and pick up my notebook, knowing very well that you're seeing every move. I can almost feel your loving caress while your gaze moves on my back, follows the curve of my hip, and rests on my scandalous back of load, before turning and opening my notebook and setting me up again.

I slept with my knees folded, one resting against the back of the couch, and the other idly moving up and down, again absorbed in my reading and totally unconscious of the effect my unconscious movement is having on you. The teddy is cut above my legs, and every time I swing my leg out, you capture a fleeting look of my golden hair framed against the narrow black lace strip running between my legs.

I try to concentrate for about five minutes, but my thoughts are wandering and are no longer in the words on the page. I sighed, and I dropped the book to the ground and closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the sense of anticipation. Unconsciously, and with my eyes still closed, I touch my fingers on my neck, and I hit my collarbone, turning my face aside. As my hand moves on my shoulders, I stretched my fingers and stroke light patterns, moving further down, until my hand comes to rest on my left chest, and massage until the nipple is hard on my palm. I sighed, opened my eyes, and I'm scared when I notice that you look at me with an intensity that speaks your own emotion.

I move to get up, embarrassed, but you cross my room, speaking softly in a whisper, "Don't stop the honey. Let me see you."

"I can't. I love you, John."

Sit next to me and undo the second tie in my teddy and pick up my own hand and place it on my chest. "I know you do, but I'd like to see you." Your hand is gently touching my other breast, until the nipple grows swollen between your fingers. You move your hand over my body, lowering between my legs and massage the palm of your hand against my mound while I lightly break my legs.

You get me off the couch and you take me to the bedroom, you gently put me on my back in the middle of the bed while you sit next to me.

You whisper gently, "You know how much I like to look at your beautiful body."

Little by little, a little reluctant.

"Don't you like how you feel when I look at you?" You will untie the last clamping tie in the front of my teddy and lighten the fabric, exposing my breasts while you speak, and letting your eyes walk freely, touching every part of me only with the intensity of your gaze. I shudder when I feel a family spasm between my legs, and groan softly.

"Yes John."

"Relax, love. Think of me seeing you. I know you get excited, and it'll get me excited. I'll get excited to see you touch." Bring the tissue back slowly over my breasts. Then, taking my hand on yours, kiss each fingertips and place my hand on my waist.

You walk around the room and murmurs, "Honey, I love you."

I move from one hand over my body, from my waist and on a chest outside my teddy. Pause, uncertain.

I touch my right hand on the right side of my neck, and slowly scratch my nails on my skin, between my chin and my clavicle, rolling my head to one side on the pillow.

I close my eyes and begin to abandon myself to the sensations of my own hands taking care of my body. My thoughts stem from a vision of you looking at me, imagining your reaction, imagining your dick grow harder and harder as you see every sign of my growing passion in a way that you have never witnessed before.

My other hand moves up the center of my stomach, touching the skin revealed in the opening of my teddy, and pushes the fabric beyond and slides the straps down my shoulders. I lock my back until the lace and satin grip is pushed around my waist. My hands run through the length of my body and rest on each breast, petting, massage and caressing, working the nipples on hard peaks.

My breath is coming faster as my emotion increases, and I'm lost to this thing I'm doing for you. I open my legs slightly and move a hand down, working under the fabric until I can feel my own moisture. I open the widest legs and slide my hand down, burying my fingertips in my hair that is now entangled and wet of my emotion.

I wet my finger and then moved it through my body until I can touch each nipple with my humidity, feeling each one grow harder. Then I touch the same finger to my lips and beat it gently back and forth until I can taste my own salinity.

I open my legs even wider and beat the fingertips over and over again through my inner thighs, brushing slightly the place of pleasure between my legs.

I'm breathing heavy now, and sighing, apparently forgetting you're in the room. But I speak your name, "John?"

"Yes, Nicole, I'm here." I can hear an abrasive sound in your voice as you speak. "Take off the stuff now, Nicole. "

Little by little I arch my back and slide the offensive cloth down my hips, until I can kick it with the movements of my legs. I bend my legs, but I keep my knees together, uncertain what to do next.

I divide my legs slightly and place a hand on my hair, feeling the humidity against my palm.

"Open them wider Nicole. Let me see you all love. Get lost again, darling... for me." Your voice betrays your own growing passion and desire, and gives me courage.

I allow my legs to fall completely open and begin to explore the soft folds between my legs, helping myself, pushing hair aside to allow my fingertips to slide easily between my opening and the swelling of my pleasure point.

I move my fingertips up and down between my legs, sliding gently with my humidity now evenly distributed, and going through every time as I touch my rosemary, slowly surrounding it, enjoying the waves of sensation that are beginning to seize me. My other hand continues to hit my upper body, through my lower stomach, and above every breast. Shield and groaning while the first feeling of orgasm begins to wash over me. I place a finger inside my opening, feeling the softness and warmth inside me.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhh" I sigh, while I retire my finger and again circle my point of pleasure. My clitoris is hard and erect and every soft touch brings me to climax, yet I try to keep myself, allowing the tension to mount.

Again I move both hands on my upper body, allowing my legs to remain open as an open invitation, touching my nipples with my wet finger, and feeling that it shakes me. As I return my hand between my legs, I twist a finger and push my hips up, gently rocking in the movements of love, and slide my finger up until I can feel my orgasm start. My finger surrounds my clitoris with a new intensity and my screams fill the room. I am so lost now, I am not aware that you have joined me in bed until I can feel your tongue mixed with my own finger, licking and petting and pushing me over the edge. You push two fingers inside me and slowly move them inside and outside while your tongue continues to test and touch my pulsating flesh.

"John... oooohhhhhhh, yes... I love you now. Fuck me now!

My orgasm goes down slowly, and you move between my legs and put your dick just inside me. I close your flesh with my hand, feeling its length and hardness. I move it up and down between my legs, groaning every time it passes over my still erect clit, as the last sensations of orgasm die.

"John, you're so hard! I love you inside me. Take me with your dick. Shit!

Your dick moves back into my opening and you push gently, pushing a few inches into my warmth and moisture, slowly slipping in. I tighten my muscles against you, trying to pull you deeper, groaning again, "Take me."

You push harder, you bury deep inside me, and I arch up to meet you, wrapping my legs around your hips. We move into unison, whining gently with every push that brings us closer and deeper into me. You're tough as never before, filling me up and hitting me. Every time you get deep inside me, I feel that your skin touches my clitoris that is still hard and sensitive, and I can feel that your balls hit me with the intensity of your movements.

You attack my face on your hands and put my nails on my back, arching you even while I tighten the grip that my legs have on your hips. Your tongue finds its way to my mouth, seeking mine, until they are urgently equal to the thrust of our lower bodies.

"John... ohhhhhhh... now, come inside me now. I'm there... come with me. Oh John!

You can feel the spasms inside me while I sigh and call your name. Our tongues are again in a wet and burning embrace. You tense, and I can feel that your dick grows even more as you begin to come with an intensity that leaves us weak and breathless. Your coming fills me with every deep thrust, until you collapse against me, whispering my name, mixing the humidity of our bodies together while we are still united.

You tilt your face towards mine until our lips are in a soft and soft kiss, and we stay like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of being locked together, feeling our heartbeats with each other and the feeling of you within me.

"Oh John, I love you." I push the wet hair from your forehead, touch your cheek and kiss you gently again.

"I love you, too, Nicole."

You throw me in and put me in your arms and settle between us, allowing our hearts and breathing to be reduced.

"The night is not yet over," I whisper softly as the dream begins to grab us both. "No, it's not over yet, honey..."