Raining! Cats and Dogs! I had to park almost half a block away. Despite the slight shelter the trees gave me, I still was soaked to the skin by the time I got to your door. I stood there dripping, cursing, shivering as I fumbled with my key. Finally, I got the door opened and stepped inside. No lights on…anywhere…but I had just talked to you on my cell. I knew you were home. I called your name. No answer. I dripped and fumbled my way through your living room and into the kitchen. Just a small candle burning on the table. A note! I squinted to read it in the dim light.
I fumbled my way in the dark back to the living room, down the hall, and to the bedroom door. It was closed. I turned the handle and opened it. I could not see anything, but I stepped in. I took another step. I heard the door close behind me. As I turned, I felt your hands gently touch my soaking hair and slowly, oh, so slowly, slide down my wet face. I reached out to touch you, but you pushed my hands down. I started to speak, but you put your fingers against my lips. I stood there, quietly, as you slowly removed my wet shirt, my shoes, my socks, my jeans. I heard the soggy plop as they hit the floor. I felt the warm, thick towel rubbing my hair, moving down my body as you dried every inch of me, paying special attention to my arousal. Then you moved away for a moment. I could smell your scent, perfume mixed with desire. You came back and I felt your hands applying hot oil, slowly, oh, so slowly, rubbing it into every inch of my body. As you rubbed my lower back, I felt you take me into your mouth and begin to tease, taste, please me. Slowly you slid your mouth down my shaft and back to the tip, using your tongue in a way I have never felt you do before.
As you moved back and forth, I felt another set of lips kissing and sucking on my balls as hands continued to rub the oil into the back of my legs…and other hands rubbing and massaging my ass. It was too much! I came almost immediately. I felt you swallow every drop while at the same time you whispered in my ear, “Happy Birthday, Sweetie” My knees were weak and shaking as you took my hand and led me to the bed. As you gently pushed me onto the waiting sheets, I heard the bedroom door softly open and, then, in a second, softly close. You lit a candle and we were alone. The night had just begun!
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