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NICOLE TRIES TO WORK AT HOME
By NICOLE
"Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful. So how's your day now?
Still having a 'bad day'?" I giggle.
"I'm having a wonderful day," you murmur gently, a soft
breathiness coloring your voice.
"Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you're going to
have!" I taunt, giggling again.
"UH oh," you smile in response.
"Oh dear!" I sigh. "I forgot. I brought home some work I
have to read before tomorrow. Why don't I clean up this
stuff from dinner, and I'll get started on that work. You
could go relax, read the paper, or take a shower or
something. Sorry love, it's just a few hours of reading.
I'll make it up to you later if you are patient." You sigh
as well, but smile when you detect the mischievous sparkle
in my eyes. "The nite is not yet over," you think to
yourself.
I begin to pick up my clothes in preparation to dress, and
feel your hand on my arm. "No honey, don't put those back
on. Go put on that red and black thing, you know, the one
with the black lace trim and those little red ties down the
front."
"John, my work......" I whisper, an anxious look on my
face.
"I promise to leave you alone until your work is done. YOU
let me know when you are ready to play. I'm going to take
a shower now and then I'll read the paper or watch TV till
you finish."
After you shower, you come into the living room looking for
me. Your eyes travel around the room until you see me
reclining on the couch. I'm unaware of your presence in
the doorway and this gives you a moment to look at me.
I did put on the red teddy with the black lace trim. It's
bright red like the dress I had on earlier and has black
lace around the french cut legs, and where it dips down to
a V in the front just below my waist. It's almost tied
closed with the three little red ties in the front. From
where you are standing, you can see the gentle swell of my
breasts above the black lace, as I breathe steadily, intent
on my reading. The notebook I'm holding is resting on my
stomach just below my breasts, and I'm slowly turning the
pages as I read. You enjoy watching the subtle movement of
my breasts as I lift my arm to turn the page.
The light above my head shines on my hair which is flowing
freely on the pillow and around my shoulders. You walk
over and kneel beside me on the floor and gently lift a
curl which is resting on my upper chest. I feel the hair
on the back of your hand barely brush against my skin. I
sigh and turn my face towards you. You are twirling the
golden curl in your fingers now, feeling its silkiness. I
watch your face as your eyes travel the length of my body,
enjoying how I feel as I see you look at me. Your finger
lightly traces a pattern down the line of skin showing
between the ties, and then around the lace at the top of my
legs, until you can touch the wisps of hair framing the
lace on either side of my teddy. "How much reading do you
have, honey?" you ask with barely concealed impatience.
"About a half hour more. Maybe a little less if I can
concentrate. It's hard to think when I'm wearing this
thing!!" I laugh. "All I can think about is when you are
going to take it off me."
"No honey," you say. "I'm going to let you read. I'll
wait till you finish." You walk away and settle in a chair
nearby, rustling the newspaper as you bury yourself behind
it.
I look at you for a moment, sitting there behind that
newspaper. All I can see are your legs, and I think about
having them wrapped around me when you are deep inside me.
I sigh and turn back to my reading.
I'm so intent on my reading, I don't hear you get up and go
into the kitchen. But when you return, you stop by the
couch again, and ask me, "Want a bite of ice cream?"
"In a minute. Let me finish this page."
You settle back in your chair with a slightly disdainful
look on your face. "What a NIGHT I'm gonna have?" you
question. "Newspapers, tv, ice cream!" You set the ice
cream down a bit too loudly on the table next to you and
pick up the paper again, and rustle it loudly as well,
trying to convey your impatience to me.
I smile as I close the notebook and silently cross the room
and kneel down in front of you. I lightly trail my
fingernails from your ankles to your knees, parting your
legs slightly until I can rest between them. Peeking under
the newspaper, I smile up at you sweetly and say
pleadingly, "John, I want my ice cream now!"
You drop the paper to the floor and pick up the bowl and
spoon a big bite of ice cream and hold it out in front of
me, until I open my mouth to take it. But the ice cream is
melting fast and some runs down my chin and drops on your
stomach, and you flinch when the coldness hits you. You
laugh as you wipe the ice cream off my chin with your
fingers. I grab your hand and slowly lick each finger, up
and down, seeking the sweetness of the ice cream with the
tip of my tongue, and then circling your palm until the
stickiness is all gone, looking at you suggestively while I
do this.
Then I look at the ice cream on your stomach, which is
starting to drip down towards the waistband of your shorts.
I lick it up with just the tip of my tongue, and then move
my tongue delicately across your waist until I feel you
squirm just a little. I lick my way up the center of your
stomach and then over to each of your nipples, swirling my
tongue around until they become hard. Then I sit back a
bit and ask, "Are you getting impatient over here love?"
"Hmmph" you groan. "There is a limit to my patience,
DARLING!"
My hands are idly stroking your sides, moving across your
upper chest, down the center of your stomach. My stomach
is resting against your lap. I can feel the evidence of
your desire beginning to stir and press against my body,
feeling your heat through the thin satin fabric.
"Just 10 more minutes, love, I promise."
"Oh you! You wench! You tease! Just for that!!" You tug
gently on the first tie, which loosens quickly and easily,
knowing full well the effect this gesture will have on me,
as I feel the fabric release its hold on my breasts. My
nipples grow taut and press against the wisp of clothing
yet covering me, seeking freedom and your touch.
You smile teasingly and whisper huskily, "Back to your
reading DARLING. I couldn't think of interrupting for the
next 10 minutes!"
Now its my turn to mumble and sigh! "Hmph!" We both know
that this playful game of taunting and teasing is only
intensifying and mounting our anticipation and excitement.
When I return to the couch, with my back to you, I slowly
and deliberately bend down to punch my pillow just so, and
pick up my notebook, knowing full well that you are
watching every movement. I can almost feel your loving
caress as your gaze moves down my back, follows the curve
of my hip, and rests on my scantily clad bottom, before I
turn and open my notebook and settle down once again.
I lay with my knees bent, one resting against the back of
the couch, and the other idly moving up and down, again
absorbed in my reading and totally unaware of the effect my
unconscious movement is having on you. The teddy is cut
high above the legs, and each time I swing my leg outward,
you catch a fleeting glimpse of my golden hair framed
against the narrow strip of black lace running between my
legs.
I try to concentrate for about five minutes, but my
thoughts are wandering and are no longer on the words on
the page. I sigh, and let the book drop to the floor and
close my eyes a moment, savoring the feel of anticipation.
Unconsciously, and with my eyes still closed, I touch my
fingertips to my neck, and stroke along my collarbone,
turning my face to one side. As my hand moves down over my
shoulders, I spread my fingers and trace light patterns,
moving lower, till my hand comes to rest on my left breast,
and I massage until the nipple is hard in my palm. I sigh,
open my eyes, and am startled when I notice you watching me
with an intensity that bespeaks your own excitement.
I move as if to get up, embarassed, but you cross the room
to me, speaking gently in a whisper, "Don't stop honey.
Let me watch you."
"I can't. I want YOU John."
You sit beside me and undo the second tie on my teddy and
pick up my own hand and place it over my breast. "I know
you do, but I'd like to watch you." Your hand is softly
touching my other breast, until the nipple grows swollen
between your fingers. You move your hand over my body,
down between my legs and massage the palm of your hand
against my mound as I slightly part my legs.
You lift me from the couch and carry me into the bedroom,
gently laying me on my back in the center of the bed as you
sit beside me.
You whisper softly, "You know how much I like to look at
your beautiful body."
I nod slowly, a bit reluctantly.
"Don't you like how you feel when I look at you?" You
untie the last restraining tie on the front of my teddy and
ease the fabric apart, exposing my breasts as you speak,
and letting your eyes roam freely, touching each part of me
only with the intensity of your gaze. I shudder as I feel
a familiar spasm between my legs, and moan softly.
"Yes John."
"Relax, love. Think of me watching you. I know it excites
you, and it will excite me. It will excite me to see you
touch yourself." You slowly pull the fabric back over my
breasts. Then, taking my hand in yours, you kiss each
fingertip and place my hand over my waist.
You move across the room and murmur, "Honey, I love you."
I tentatively, hesitantly move one hand over my body, from
my waist and over one breast on the outside of my teddy. I
pause, uncertain.
I touch my right hand to the right side of my neck, and
slowly rake my fingernails over the skin, between my chin
and my collarbone, 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 caressing my body. My thoughts
drift to a vision of you watching me, imagining your
reaction, imagining your cock grow harder and harder as you
see every sign of my mounting passion in a way 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 I push
the fabric apart further and slide the straps down my
shoulders. I arch my back until the wisp of lace and satin
is pushed down around my waist. My hands travel up the
length of my body and rest over each breast, cupping them,
massaging and caressing, working the nipples into hard
peaks.
My breath is coming faster as my excitement mounts, and I
am lost to this thing I am doing for you. I open my legs
slightly and move one hand down, working it under the
fabric until I can feel my own wetness. I open my legs
wider and slide my hand down further, burying my fingertips
in my hair which is tangled now and damp from my
excitement.
I thoroughly wet my finger and then move it up across my
body until I can touch each nipple with my wetness, feeling
each one grow harder. I then touch the same finger to my
lips and stroke it gently back and forth until i can taste
my own saltiness.
I open my legs yet wider and stroke my fingertips back and
forth across my inner thighs, lightly brushing over the
pleasure place between my legs.
I'm breathing heavy now, and sighing, seemingly forgetting
that you are in the room. But I speak your name, "John?"
"Yes, Nicole, I'm here." I can hear a husky, straining
sound in your voice as your speak. "Take the teddy off now
Nicole. Let me see all of your beautiful body."
I slowly arch my back and slide the offending cloth down my
hips, until I can kick it off with the motions of my legs.
I bend my legs but hold my knees together, uncertain what
to do next.
I part my legs slightly and place a hand over my hair,
feeling the wetness against my palm.
"Open them wider Nicole. Let me see all of you love. Lose
yourself again honey.....for me." Your voice betrays your
own mounting passion and desire, and gives me courage.
I allow my legs to drop fully open and begin to explore the
soft folds between my legs, easing myself open, pushing the
hair aside to allow my fingertip to slide easily between my
opening and the swollenness of my pleasure point.
I move my fingertip up and down between my legs, sliding
gently with my wetness now evenly distributed, and pausing
each time as I touch my rosebud, circling it slowly, enjoy
the waves of sensation which are beginning to take hold of
me. My other hand continues to stroke my upper body,
across my lower stomach, and up over each breast. I shiver
and moan as the first sensation of orgasm begins to wash
over me. I place a finger inside my opening, feeling the
softness and warmth deep within myself.
"Aaaaahhhhhh" I sigh, as I withdraw my finger and again
circle my pleasure point. My clit is hard and erect and
each gentle touch brings me closer to climax, yet I try to
hold off, allowing the tension to mount.
I again move both hands over my upper body, allowing my
legs to remain open like a blatant invitation, touching my
nipples with my wet finger, and feeling myself shiver. As
I return my hand between my legs, I reinsert a finger and
thrust my hips upward, gently rocking in the motions of
lovemaking, and slide my finger back up until I can feel my
orgasm begin. My finger circles my clit with a new
intensity and my cries fill the room. I'm so lost now, I'm
unaware that you have joined me on the bed until I can feel
your tongue mingle with my own finger, licking and
caressing and pushing me over the edge. You push two
fingers deep inside me and slowly move them in and out as
your tongue continues to probe and touch my pulsing flesh.
"John....oooohhhhhhhhhh, yes......I WANT you now. FUCK ME
NOW!!!!!!"
My orgasm slowly subsides, and you move between my legs and
place your cock just barely inside me. I encircle your
flesh with my hand, feeling its length and hardness. I
move it up and down between my legs, moaning each time it
passes over my still erect clit, as the last sensations of
orgasm die away.
"John, you are SO hard!! I want you inside me. Fill me
with your cock. FUCK ME!!!"
Your cock moves again to my opening and you thrust gently,
pushing a few inches within my warmth and wetness, slowly
sliding in. I tighten my muscles against you, trying to
pull you deeper inside, moaning again, "FUCK me."
You thrust harder, burying yourself deep within me, and I
arch upward to meet you, wrapping my legs around your hips.
We move in unison, softly moaning with each thrust which
brings us closer and you deeper within me. You are hard
like never before, filling me and pounding into me. Each
time you thrust deep inside me, I feel your skin touch my
clit which is still hard and sensitive, and I can feel your
balls slap against me with the intensity of your movements.
You cup my face in your hands and I dig my nails into your
back, arching yet into you as I tighten the grip my legs
have on your hips. Your tongue finds its way into my
mouth, seeking mine, until they meet with an urgency equal
to the thrusting of our lower bodies.
"John....ohhhhhhh.....now, COME inside me now. I'm
there....COME with me. Oh John!"
You can feel the spasms deep within me as I sigh and call
your name. Our tongues meet again in a wet, fiery embrace.
You tense, and I can feel your cock grow yet harder as you
begin to come with an intensity that leaves us both weak
and breathless. Your come fills me with each deep thrust,
until you collapse against me, whispering my name, mingling
the dampness of our bodies together as we are still joined.
You tilt your face towards mine until our lips meet in a
gentle, soft kiss, and we stay this way awhile, enjoying
the sensation of being locked together, feeling our
heartbeats against one another and the feel of you within
me.
"Oh John, I love you." I push the damp hair from your
forehead, touch your cheek and kiss you gently again.
"I love you too Nicole."
You roll off me and pull me into your arms and we settle
against each other, allowing our hearts and breathing to
slow.
"The night is not yet over," I softly murmur as sleep
begins to grip us both. "No, it isn't over yet
honey......"
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