“Hey, babe!” I shouted down the hallway as I hung my keys and coat on the rack. “I’m back! Are you still here?”
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“In here,” came the voice from the living room. “You have fun?”
I readjusted the obscenely tiny micro bikini and smiled.
This was going to be fun.
“Yeah, it was good thanks,” I said, walking into the living room as if I wasn't almost naked. “What have you been up to?”
Joe stared at me, mouth open.
I just stood there. Let him look.
“What the…what the fuck are you wearing?”
“It’s new,” I said, stepping inside. “What do you think?”
“You didn’t…wear that on the way home, did you?”
“Well, I had a coat on over it, but yeah.”
“You said you were going swimsuit shopping…”
“Exactly! What do you think?” I spun around in a slow three-sixty, lifting my arms, letting him see the way my body bulged and spilled from the fabric, my nipples hard. “Nice, huh?”
“That’s not a bikini…what’s slutwear.”
I grinned. “It’s great, isn’t it?”
Joe looked less enthusiastic. “I’m surprised the girls let you get something like that.”
“The girls?” I said, pausing as if I was confused what he meant. “What girls?”
Joe sat up, his back going rigid. “You said you were going shopping with your friends?”
I shook my head slowly. “Friend,” I corrected. “You remember Drew,” I said lightly. “From uni?”
“What?” There’s something about the way his eyes changed. Just slightly. It was exactly the reaction I had been dreaming about. “You didn’t say it was him.”
“Didn’t I?” I looked down like I was thinking. “Must’ve slipped my mind.”
I walk past him into the living room, feeling his eyes on my bare back, my thighs, the tiny black triangles of fabric that aren’t doing anything except making me look more naked. I perched one cheek on the arm of the sofa, legs slightly parted. On purpose. I wanted him to see.
“So,” I say, twirling a finger around a lock of hair, “Do you want to know what happened, or are you just going to keep staring like that?”
Joe was still sitting on the couch, his eyes locked on my barely concealed pussy. He didn’t answer, but his fists were clenched, either in anger or frustration or desire. Either way, I took that as a yes.
“We started at that boutique by the train station. I wasn’t even planning to buy anything. Just trying stuff on. Drew was helping me pick. You know what he’s like. Always had good taste.”
Joe’s face did something when I said that. Something that my body enjoyed.
“I tried on a few things, but nothing felt right. Then I saw this.” I glanced down at the outfit, running my hands over my breasts, pushing them together. “And I knew I had to try it. So I slipped into the changing room. But it was one of those awkward ones, with no latch on the curtain, and I couldn’t quite reach behind me to tie the top…”
I looked up at him and smiled. “So I called for him.”
His mouth twitched. “You what?”
I shrugged. “Didn’t think anything of it at the time. We’ve seen each other in swimwear before. But when he pulled back the curtain and saw me like this–well.” I lowered my voice. “He stared, Joe. Like he couldn’t believe what he was looking at.”
Joe’s breathing had changed. I could hear it from across the room.
“I asked him if it looked slutty. He said yes.” I giggled. “I asked if he liked it. He didn’t answer. Not straight away.”
I trailed a finger along my thigh.
“You want to know the truth, baby?”
Joe hadn’t moved. His eyes were locked on mine. Like he didn’t dare blink.
“I knew what I was doing,” I said. “The second I tried it on. The second I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how fuckable I looked. I knew I needed it. So I let him see it. I let him stare. I let him imagine what it would be like if he was fucking me in it.”
Joe swallowed. His knuckles were white.
“To be honest I gave him quite the little show…”
He still wasn’t speaking. Good. That meant he was listening.
“I turned around and asked if he could help me adjust the straps,” I said, pretending to tug at the string tied behind my neck. “I told him it was digging in. Said I couldn’t quite reach. But what I really wanted was for him to touch me.”
Joe’s face twitched. Just slightly.
And so did his cock.
Perfect.
“I knew what it would look like,” I continued. “Me, standing there in front of him, nearly naked. My tits barely covered. My nipples hard. I told him to make sure the bottoms weren’t too revealing. So I turned around, spread my legs, and bent all the way over.”
I paused. Let the image hang.
“I asked if he could see anything,” I said softly. “He didn’t answer. Not for a long time. He just stood there. Silent. Like he couldn’t decide whether to look away or grab my hips.”
Joe let out a breath that wasn’t quite a sigh.
“And then I looked back over my shoulder and said something,” I added. “Just quietly. Planting the idea in his mind.”
Joe’s eyes flicked up. “What did you say?”
I smiled.
“I said, ‘God, it would be so fun to get fucked in an outfit like this.”
Joe adjusted himself on the couch. It looked like his cock was throbbing now.
“Anyway,” I said, standing up. “That’s the story! I’m going in the shower.”
“Wait,” Joe said, his face full of a mix of anger, hurt, and desperation. “You…you have to tell me what happened next.”
I shook my head sadly. “I’m not sure you want to know…”
“I do,” he said, quickly. “I really fucking do.”
I grinned. “Well…I guess…he stepped forward and grabbed my hips,” I said, my voice getting lower. “Not rough, but not gentle either. Like he’d been holding back for too long. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t even say anything. I just arched my back, tilted my ass up higher, and waited.”
Joe’s leg was bouncing now. His lips parted slightly.
“His hands slid over my thighs. He didn’t even try to pretend he wasn’t hard. I could feel it–his cock, straining in his jeans. Pressing against me while I stood there, dripping. He didn’t ask. He didn’t check. He just pulled the bottoms to the side and pushed in.”
Joe groaned–barely audible, but there.
“And I let him,” I whispered. “God, I wanted it. It was dirty, and wrong, and risky, and I was soaked. And oh my god babe, honestly. It was fucking big. I know yours is big too but Jesus, I thought he was gonna split me in two.”
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Exactly. Honestly, I came in under thirty seconds.”
Joe's hand had moved to his thigh. His fingers were twitching, the tendons in his forearm taut.
“I told him we had to be quiet,” I said. “But then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and just…kept fucking me. I came again while he was still inside me,” I breathed. “And I didn’t stop him when he finished inside me either. I just stayed bent over, holding onto the little plastic bench, letting him empty himself into me.”
Joe looked like he might explode
“And you know what I thought about afterward?” I asked.
Joe shook his head, barely.
“You,” I whispered.
“Me?”
I nodded. “Lie on your back, babe. I have a present for you.”
Joe hesitated. Just for a second. Like part of him still didn’t know whether he was angry or desperate to fuck me.
But he lay back.
I walked over slowly, hips swaying, the tiny skirt flipping up with every step. My pussy had almost come free of the material now, and I made no attempt to hide it. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to know.
I wanted him to taste the present I had been saving for him.
I climbed up onto the couch, straddling him just above the waist, my knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his torso. I leaned forward, resting my palms on his chest. Letting my pussy hang above his face.
“This what you wanted, baby?” I murmured. “Me. Full of someone else’s cum. I’ve been saving it for you. I was thinking about you the whole time,” I said softly, brushing a thumb across his bottom lip. “Not Drew. You. I pictured your hands. Your mouth. Your cock.”
He stared up at me, his lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling fast.
“I imagined you walking in,” I continued. “Seeing me bent over like that. Seeing how ruined I looked. And instead of getting mad, you’d just unzip your jeans, grab me by the throat, and take me too.”
A choked noise left his throat. I smiled.
“Lie still,” I whispered. “Don’t talk. Don’t move.”
I lifted myself just enough to shuffle forward, across his chest, his neck, until I was hovering just above his mouth. Close enough he could feel my breath. Smell my arousal.
“Open,” I commanded.
He obeyed.
I sank down.
The second his tongue touched me I finally released my muscles, my hips rolling against his mouth like they had a mind of their own. All the teasing, all the buildup, all the guilt and filth and adrenaline–it poured out of me.
And so did Drew’s cum.
“Good boy,” I whispered. “You like the taste, don’t you?”
He moaned under me.
“That’s it,” I purred, grinding harder. “Lick me clean. Suck every drop out. You want me to cum on your face, don’t you? You want me to smother you.”
His hands gripped my thighs now, holding me down.
He tried to speak but I sank lower, cutting off his words, riding his tongue until my legs were shaking, until I was a mess of sighs and curses and broken gasps. I could see him, hard as hell in his jeans, humping the air like he was trying to fuck through the denim. I took him out quickly and began to stroke.
It was instant.
Cum erupted up into the air, thick ropes that arc up and splattered onto my face and chest, his body spasming as I leaked the final drops of my previous encounter into his mouth, mingling with my own juices.
It was so fucking wrong.
And so fucking hot.
I knew immediately after my orgasm that I wanted to do it again.
And again.
And again.
I just needed more cum.
Afterwards, I didn’t move right away. I just stayed seated on his face, thighs twitching, panting, stroking his cock gently. Eventually, I climbed off and looked down at him. His face was soaked.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” I said with a smile. Joe nodded. I leaned over, kissed the corner of his mouth, and whispered: “I thought so. Next time…I’ll try and get more than one load…”
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