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Sunday Morning
By Julia Phillips
I heard the key enter the top lock in the front door and
checked my watch. 48 minutes since she'd woken me up by
locking the door on her way out. I jumped out of bed, swung
my shorty wrap around me and tied the sash as I skipped to
the entrance hall. Monique opened the door and stepped in.
She looked wonderful. A glow of excitement shone in her
eyes and her long walk in the woods in the cool of the
autumn weather had brought a flush to her cheeks.
Or was that flush enhanced by arousal? It must be. One
elegantly booted foot kicked the door shut behind her. She
started towards me with such a look that I immediately got
wet and my nips hardened beneath the thin silk of my meagre
covering, pushing the red fabric further out. Her
beautifully shaped and polished red talons reached out for
me with an unmistakable urgency. With her three-inch heels
she towered over me, and helped my feelings of delicious
surrender.
She was never anything but elegant, but today her
excitement made her beautiful with it. At least to my eyes.
Her shoulder-length hair was windblown and yet was still so
obviously expensively and elegantly styled. Her favourite
earrings dangled from her lobes. They were about an inch
and a half long, thin silver ovals hanging from the hooks
that went through her ears. Also hanging from the same
hooks were very thin gold strips, inset at the lower end
with a clear, multi-facetted stone. These strips swung and
tinkled musically as the two bits of metal collided with
every movement of her head.
"Fuck me." she said. "Fuck me now, here."
Her face neared mine, the elegant thin arch of her brows
sitting prettily above tastefully shaded lids and thickly
mascara'd lashes. I had always been almost jealous of her
ability to put her face on with such near-perfection.
Everything was always so right. Eyes, cheeks, lips. Those
sweet lips, scarlet painted to match her nails, leant down
towards mine and possessed me, her tongue throbbing and
bobbing in my mouth. I melted all over and she took all my
weight as she lowered me to the hall rug, my legs opening
of their own accord, a moan escaping from my upper lips as
moisture escaped from my lower ones.
My fingers fumbled with the knot in the belt of her trench
coat as she used her fluent fingers to loosen the knot of
the only piece of apparel I was wearing. Her hands flung
open my flimsy attire and her mouth locked onto my right
breast, which was aching with desire. Those fingers with
the long, long nails homed in like heat-seeking missiles on
my magic buttons and brought me to the edge of ecstasy
shockingly quickly. The Channel No. 5 she was wearing
spread its sensual scent into my head, adding to the
melting pot of sublime sensations.
It had never been quite so intense between us. Something
about her feverish excitement, the look of desire (and a
hell of a lot of other things) in her eyes, her pert
breasts with their cleavage showing in the V of her coat's
neckline (just a hint of a bottle green lacy confection of
a bra), the sudden need, the knowledge of the unlocked
front door, the feel, smell and taste of her, oh all of it,
raised the temperature of our coupling like nothing else
had ever done.
At last my fingers released the belt and began feverishly
to undo the buttons of her coat. They started up near those
sweet mounds of flesh on her chest and worked their way
quickly down towards her crutch. I had seen as she entered
the apartment that she had left the lower buttons undone,
letting the world have tantalising glimpses of her inner
thighs and stocking tops. The soft black suede boots came
to just below her knees with the hem of her coat down a
couple of inches lower than the boot tops.
I nearly lost concentration as her lips and fingers worked
their magic but I managed to complete the task and flung
open her coat wide as she lowered herself towards me. I
giggled as she still had her handbag slung over one
shoulder, but that giggle switched into a gasp as I
realised she had been outside in broad daylight, wearing
only a bra and stockings under her coat. Nothing else at
all, not even a garter-belt, the stockings being hold-ups.
Her sex was as free as the day she was born and had been
hidden from view only by one button of her coat.
It wasn't difficult to tell that she was as ready as I. A
long thin tendril of clear liquid was hanging from her,
stretching ever thinner as gravity did its work.
I came suddenly, her lips on my breasts and her talented
knowing fingers bringing me over the edge. I screamed my
delight as shudders ran through, round, over me. Her
fingers didn't stop and it was almost uncomfortable for a
moment before I unbelievably felt it building again. And
then I came again as Monique buried her penis in my aching
hole and I felt it slide in so wonderfully.
She was merciless and I came twice more before she exploded
her sweet juices into the very core of my being. I loved
being with her, her delicious secret known only to a rare
few. I could no longer remember her as Phil but that last
remaining bit of Phil was my joy and she was a maestro at
wielding her instrument.
As my thundering heart began to settle down, I enjoyed the
weight of her on top of me. After a while, I opened my eyes
and gently swept her hair behind her head, once again
drinking in her loveliness. She was smiling so sweetly at
me, and yet there was also an expression of delight and
excitement. Over her shoulder I got a glimpse of the hall
clock. I noticed with surprise that it was only four
minutes since I had heard her key in the door.
"That was all just so amazing." she said. "There was I, a
guy, walking in the woods in broad daylight in a pair of
women's high-heeled boots, a pair of stockings, a bra and a
coat. And nothing else apart from cosmetics on my face and
jewellery round my neck, wrists and fingers. My cleavage on
display all the time, and some of the time, my stocking
tops. In all, three guys came and tried to chat me up. One
of them had a dog that buried its nose in my crutch. I
think he's trained it to do that so he can apologise to
women and get talking to them. I let him walk with me for
about ten minutes or so and I 'accidentally' stumbled at
one point and he grabbed me and held me to himself. It was
just so cool. I could feel his erection hard against my hip
and then his dog stuck its nose up the skirts of my coat
again, this time from the rear. It actually licked my hole.
I shuddered all over as my knees almost gave way. My hand
swung briefly onto his stiffy. I nearly came there and then
but had the presence of mind to turn away so that he
wouldn't feel my own erection. He held me for a while but I
controlled myself and straightened up. We walked along for
another few minutes to a branch in the path. He wanted to
go to the left, so I pretended I wanted to go to the right.
I left him then, with a little kiss on the cheek so that he
wouldn't think he had scared me away. I bet he'll be
walking his dog more often now, hoping to see me again. The
whole walk was mind-blowing. Just knowing my secret, my
double secret, made me so horny. And then I knew I had to
get back to you. That was quite an amazing session wasn't
it?"
"I love you." I replied nodding in agreement and letting my
eyes reply more fully.
"And I love you. I think I'll take a bath now. I'll open
some champagne, if you'll join me. Bubbles both in and
out."
And that is how last Sunday started. I hope there'll be
plenty more of them.
Madison
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