Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Darkness” Dear Sir, tonight is my turn, and I’ve been waiting all day. I dressed just a little sexier this morning. No one at work noticed anything for certain, but my skirt was just a little higher, my top just a little tighter than usual. No one could tell I wasn’t wearing panties. But it did make it a challenge not to think about tonight. Because if I did too, I’d probably have stained my skirt, like I did, just a little, on the drive home.
You are already home waiting for me to get in. Your lips just brush mine in greeting at the door. I only get the faintest taste of you. We pass the living room to the kitchen and I catch a glimpse and shudder.
Dinner is simple and delicious. We eat slowly, candles on the table framing our faces, wine staining our lips red. We talk of the day, but the air is weighted with the promise of what is to come, and I am trying not to squirm in my seat. I know that under the table, you are straining inside your pants.
This is a game we have played before.
Fucking. That is what is on my mind. Tell me, Sir, what is on your mind? Let’s begin..
I am lying in bed in the dark, staring sightlessly at the ceiling I cannot see anyway. I am lost in thought, in memory, in longing. I feel the blankets bunched at my side by my tossing and turning. My body has warmed them, and in the darkness I pretend that the heavy warm pile is instead your body, warm and heavy with sleep.
I nestle closer to them... to you. I close my eyes and I can feel you breathing, in perfect harmony with mine, each catch of my breath a catch of yours.
I begin to slowly caress my own body, pretending that my hands are yours, conjuring fleeting ghost hands on the ends of my own fingertips...
You tangle your fingers in my hair, tickle my cheeks with your butterfly kisses. Yes, Sir, you kiss my lips and my throat and my neck with growing passion.
You take my double D-breasts in your hands, feeling their weight and their soft warmth, squeezing them gently, teasing my hardening nipples with your thumbs, rolling and
pinching them between your work-roughened fingers. I sigh, a sound filled with passion and longing, as you touche me.
Your lips find my nipples, your tongue strokes them and stokes the fire building in my body. Your mouth is hot, burning, enflaming. I cry out, and the noise is swallowed up by the night.
Slowly, deliberately you turn your attention to my stomach, drawing fiery lines with your tongue down, down to your destination. I thrust my hips toward you, begging for contact to my most secret and sensitive place.
Your fingers brush my thighs, and I shiver with expectation. You kiss my stomach and my thighs and finally, finally part my aching, dripping womanhood. I moan gently, as you swirl your tongue in my flowing nectar, dipping into me and savoring the sweet musky flavor. I arch my back, burning for your touch.
Each lick and tickle and nudge of your tongue sends sparks through me, and I'm closer to coming than I want to be... I just want this ecstasy to go on forever.
But still, you insistently lick and suckle that sensitive pearl, and soon I'm coming in waves and floods. Stars twinkle, sparks fly, and it isn't so dark anymore.
I lay still, afraid to move, what if you aren’t there anymore? Then I feel a warm chest pressing into my back, hands gently stroking my breasts, a stubbled chin on my cheek, and I am reassured. I also feel your cock, hard and ready, and I turn to run my hands over it and kiss it.
"Now... I am ready...," I whisper to you, and you nod silently and kiss me. You pull me around so that I am lying on you, then in one deft motion, flips me over so that I am under you.I look into your face- tanned skin, dark hair, deep hazel eyes, almost green with passion.
And then, Sir, you kiss me, and through the fog of my desire, I can feel your hardness at the entrance to my womanhood, and slowly, carefully, you enter me. I moan with pleasure as you begin to thrust into me. I rise up to meet you with every downstroke and soon we are doing the most rhythmic and ancient of dances.
Too soon, your strokes become erratic and faster, and I am hard-pressed to meet your tempo. You shudder and cum.. oh yes, you cum in waves. I can feel the heat of your seed inside me, and I cum, too, clenching around your spent cock. We lay still for a while, gasping from out mutual release.
You roll off me and draws me close to you, whispering in my ear “You are amazing, Salty Vixen” We then drift off to sleep, together.
