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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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