The other day my girlfriend and I had a long drive (~3 hours) and I did a significant leg of it. After it, I was so excited to just relax, and get high and not have to think about anything. But, when I went to start setting up outside, she told me she was gonna go change and she would meet me outside.
I didn’t think much of it at the time, I was far more focused on getting myself sat down in a chair, and I figured she would only be getting into pajamas. However, when she came back downstairs, she was in the same sweats from earlier but her t-shirt had been switched for a crop top instead. And then, of course, the place that had been pulling my eyes to it since she came outside, her waist was covered in little crisscrossing patterns formed by the fishnet bodysuit I’d bought her the other day.
I don’t think, in the roughly 6 months I’ve been on T, I have ever been harder. But, you cannot win the game if you don’t respect the rules, and I know that we had planned an activity that she would be upset to skip. And so, for a half an hour, she would kiss me, pass me a bong to take rips off of, palm my dick, ask to feel my biceps, and blush all while wearing a crotchless fishnet bodysuit under her clothes.
When I managed to get her to come inside, she asked for a drink, and truly, who am I to say no to her? When she’s so beautiful, so strong above you, so glorious with a halo of artificial light surrounding her? So, I made her a fruity little cocktail I knew she’d like, and I expected her to tease me by sipping it slowly. I turned to pour myself some water, and by the time my cup was full, her cup was empty.
I turned away, forgetting my water, just so I could touch the fabric against her skin. I wanted to feel where the curves became plain to see as bodysuit clung to her. She walked me over to the rug, sat down and pulled me with her. After detangling my limbs from hers, I was straddling her, with her dick starting to fill out. I figured now was as good a time as any to tease her, and lowered my hips to grind against her, the process getting easier as well as smelling more and more like two animals stating a heat.
It did not take a long time before she growled, shoved at my shoulders until I moved down, and then immediately set her fingers in my hair. I went to swallow her down, but she pushed me further, letting my tongue press against that spot that makes her cry out whenever I touch it. I grabbed one thigh in each arm, feeling the pattern of the fishnets and the slivers of skin that would poke out between the threads, and pulled them apart to get better access. I kept going, licking, sucking, salivating over that little strip of skin under her cock and above her ass.
Once she began to flinch from overstimulation, she replaced the earlier hand on in hair, and pulled me up hard. From here, she pulled me onto her and then down her shaft, not letting pull off until I had already gagged twice with my nose pressed flat against her belly. She kept fucking my throat until she was fully hard, wet from spit, and starting to drip pre. At this point, I couldn’t wait to have her inside me any longer, and moved up until my hips bracketed hers, grinded down until I could feel her inside me as I moved, and then I brought my face down unto hers to kiss her.
Memory gets a little hazy after that, but I know I had some streaks end up across my back, and I came from her creampie-ing me in a mating press. So, it must have been delightful.
