Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Panties With Heart(s)  
Keywords: M/F, rom
Summary: A husband and wife with great enthusiasm.

Tom pulled my zipper down and the slight rasp rattled up my spine.  It was like a cold washcloth, a rush of gooseflesh up the bare skin under my bra strap.  When he pulled my cutoffs open, the release of tension on my skin triggered a sharp pull in my belly and down through to my vagina.  I could feel my softest flesh tingle even though it was still two layers down.  The layers were giving way and I was enjoying the erosion of my barriers a lot.
My second-softest flesh, my tender pink nipples, were straining against the thin gauze of my bra.  Maybe Tom heard them or maybe he saw my hand steal up my bare belly toward my breasts, but he let go of my pants and reached up between my shoulders.  He was surprisingly adroit with the two hooks and I decided not to ask where he had gotten his practice.  I shrugged and he pulled my bra away.  A rush of warm air across my nipples was followed closely by a warm, wet tongue and soft stroking on the sides of my breasts.  The pulling in my belly got much stronger, almost like I was hungry for food.  But food wouldn’t do the job.
Tom got back to my pants when I pulled his hands below my waist again.  He tugged a little to loosen up the tight, soft denim and pulled my shorts down off my hips.  My panties were showing all the way now, not hiding under the faded blue.  Pink hearts danced across my bottom and my waist as I wiggled in Tom’s arms.  The action must have shaken my shorts because they fell to the floor and I stepped out of them.  The warm air washed over my body, bare and pink except for the white panties with their little hearts.  Tom scooped me in his arms and pulled my bare breasts against his chest.  His lips were playing games with my tongue while he managed to stroke my bottom through my panties.  My nipples were like matches pressed against my chest.  Then Tom laid me face-down on the bed and knelt beside me.
He planted a feather kiss on the first little pink heart just below my waistband.