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One Last Look

They had to hurry! He had gotten home late from work, having been delayed by a boss with a never-ending list of chores, dos and donts and an endless stream of self-promotional clichés. As he ran into the apartment, jumping out of his clothes to slip into the shower, he stopped at the bedroom door to gaze at her as he saw her there, getting dressed.

She hadn’t heard him come in so hadn’t bothered to meet him at the door as she usually did. The music was on and she was swaying to the music, looking at herself in the full-length mirror in the brand new dress she had bought for the wedding. She twirled as she ran her hands off her hips, watching the material as its swirled around her thighs, brushing against her legs, like a soft breeze touching her skin. She ran her hand down the material to her stocking leg, slowly running her hand up the stockings, up to the edge of the dress, which she slowly lifted to admired her latest acquisition in the mirror: garter belts.... “Oh hell, I have a few seconds before we have to leave...” he thinks as he leans against the doorframe to watch her.

She runs her hand along the garter-belt, slowly up to her panties...running her fingers around the edge, making sure they are nice and flat and will not show panty lines through the material. He admires he fingers caressing those panties, wishing they were his. As she runs her hand to her belly and stand sideways to the mirror, running her hands over her curves... “Not bad if I do say so myself...” he smiles to himself, clearly getting aroused by now.

She drapes the dress back over her body now, content everything is perfect below...she looks at herself, pulls her shoulders back... He can clearly see her nipples thru the material. He can clearly feel his cock getting hard watching her. She cups her breasts as he wish he did, running her fingers along the inside of the cleavage, making sure not to reveal too much.

As she watches herself in the mirror, she feels his hands on her hips and a familiar voice caressing her ear... “Allo ma belle!” She relaxes, at first just glad he is home and will make the wedding on time, but then just from his voice, his presence next to hers. The voice in her ear slowly changes to a warm whisper, then to a moist kiss...nibbling at her ear, licking at her earlobe. “We have to go...” she says unconvincingly, smiling as the words leave her mouth, knowing she doesn’t care. “I don’t care” he says, biting her earlobe, his lips making their way down her neck.... kissing her shoulders, caressing her skin. As she turn to kiss him, he backs up, pulling her with him so he can sit at the edge of the bed. As she stands there between his legs, he kisses her neck, her cleavage, running his tongue down her neck, letting it fall down beneath the material, running along the edge of her bra.

He slowly backs her up... “Strip for me!” he orders, smiling as she glances down at his demand. She downs move for a second, considering his request. Then she closes her eyes and listens to her music. Slowly starts to sway...her hands running up along her hips, caressing the material... her hands caress her belly.... her hands reach up and squeeze her breasts, smiling, still her eyes closed, knowing she is pleasing him. He leans back in the bed watching her, enjoying her. She sways to the music, slowly raising her hands in the air above her head as she twirls infront of him, her legs brushing against his. She stands with her back to him, moving slowly towards him until her thighs touch his,,,,her ass brushing against his cock. “Unzip me please” she says as she smiles,glancing at the craving in his eyes over her shoulder.

He unzips the dress slowly, letting his hand caress her back as the zipper slides down her spine to the small of the back...he finally reaches the bottom of the zipper, but before he can part the material, she moves forward, swaying to the music, pulling the zipper from his fingers, pulling her body from his hands.

She moves to the mirror, the dress already falling off her shoulders...she leans her head against the mirror, pulling the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall off her hips and crumpled to her feet. She turns to him, leaning her body back against the cold pain of glass...smiling at him. She runs her fingers along her arm, up to her shoulder, caressing her neck, running her finger to her lips, slowly licking it, smiling and teasing him... She runs her wet finger down her neck, leaning her head back, down the front of her breast...She runs her fingers across the lace of her cup, slowly pulling it down to reveal her hard nipple to him, slowly running her wet finger around her nipple, pinching it, squeezing it.

“Come here so I can suck that nipple!” he says, smiling at her. She crosses her arms, smiling... “No, you come here and suck me!” He smiles. He slowly crawls to the floor, prowling towards her like a wild cat. He comes up to her, running his hands up her legs, over her hips, pulling himself up along her body so close, making sure his lips and his breath drag over every inch of her skin. He runs his hands up her ass, up her back, to the bra so he can undo it... “Its in the front!” she smiles... he pulls his head from her breasts to see what he his doing. As he tries to undo the front of the bra, she runs her hands in his hair...Then, pulls his head back hard, so his eyes meet her glance; “I said suck me...”; she watches him get the point, as his hands slowly move from her bra, down her hips to the back of her panties, her eyes locked on his. Then she feels his fingers slide up the back of her panties, running up her cheeks. As she runs her fingers in his hair, he kisses her belly, sliding his tongue in and out of her belly button, his hands caressing her ass. Then, in one clean jerk, he yanks at her panties, ripping them from her flesh, tearing the lace from her body, revealing her to him. Before she can whisper a complaint about the ruined garment, she is pushed against the mirror by the weight of his body pushing into hers, his tongue licking at her belly, making its way down her body, down her hips, down to her crotch; As she tries to move her hands to his hair to pull him back, he grabs her hands and pins them to the mirror.

She relinquishes to his strength, laying back against the mirror as his tongue finally slides to her crotch and in one slow lick, slides from her ass to her clit, finally taking it in his mouth, biting at it, pulling at it. She moans in pleasure as he licks and sucks her wet pussy, his tongue running up and down her lips, his teeth pulling at her lips, his fingers parting them so his tongue can dart in and out faster and faster. As he feels her climaxing, he quickly turns her around, pinning her to the mirror, biting at her ass, licking her, running his tongue down her spine. Then she leans into the mirror as her body shivers, his tongue finally returning to her pussy, sliding into the moist mass, fingers parting the lips so he can suck at her clit, lick it, bite it hard...darting it and out of her pussy, he feels her tighten up, he feels her coming in his mouth...his tongue sliding in and out harder and faster, her muscles tightening around his tongue and his fingers as she comes.

She collapses against the mirror in satisfaction as he stands up behind her, holding her up. He leans into her, kissing her neck, kissing her ear. “Happy birthday baby... Shall we go to dinner now?”

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