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This story contains sexual words, themes, and and actions. If you are under
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The Day Off by Pami (M/F)
She had woken early that morning, put her bathing suit on and gone outside to
tan for about an hour. She listened to her walkman as she basked in the sun,
occasionally humming along and once even singing out loud. “My neighbors
must think I’m nutsâ€, she thought.
After coming inside to her air conditioned apartment, she popped into the
shower, using her
favorite raspberry scented shower gel. She shaved meticulously, getting all of
the tiny hairs
sprouting on her legs, underarms, and even her pussy. She liked to keep it
smooth...it was more
hygienic, she assured herself, completely disregarding the erotic pleasure she
gained from the
smooth skin. She even used the raspberry shampoo and conditioner on her long
golden brown
hair. She absolutely loved the scent. It always made her feel soft, sensual,
and very feminine.
She stepped out of the shower and reached for the raspberry lotion. She rubbed
it into her damp
skin as she dripped onto the bath mat. “Mmmm,†she hummed, as she
delighted in the feel of
her fingers running over every inch of her skin that she could reach. She
gazed intently at her
large, pink nipples as she smoothed the lotion onto them. “Wow, they sure do
get bigâ€, she
marveled, as she absently pulled on them, trying to see exactly how big they
could get.
She wandered into her bedroom to decide what to wear. Since she wasn’t going
anywhere she
chose to bypass actual clothes and reached for the lavender lace nightie on the
back of the door.
She pulled it over her head and padded into the spare room. She sat down at
the computer and
logged on to check her email.
There were a few new messages waiting for her. Two she instantly deleted,
recognizing them as
spam without even opening them. She read her daily horoscope first. It was
some nonsense
about someone close to her needing help and understanding. “Such
bullshitâ€, she thought
disgustedly. “Why do I even read this stuff?â€
Next was a message from an online buddy. “Where have you been, baby? I miss
our late-night
talksâ€, it read. She smiled, glad that someone cared, even if it was someone
hundreds of miles
away who wouldn’t know her if she bit him on the nose. “Of courseâ€, she
thought, “he might
LIKE thatâ€. She giggled at the thought and typed a quick response back to
him.
The next one stopped her cold. “K- I love you. -Câ€. It was from him. It
was eloquent in its
simplicity. She wondered when she would speak with him next. It had been a
rough
relationship from day one. But she had allowed him to get under her skin. Her
heart was his,
and indeed, sometimes she worried that he owned her soul as well. They were
alike in so many
ways - they understood each other better than either had anticipated. It meant
they could bring
each other wondrous joy and happiness, but it also meant that they could hurt
each other easily
and deeply. That was one of the points of today. She was spending some time
alone to try to
reconcile in her mind his latest hurtful comments. It was her day off, and she
just wanted some
solitude to think.
She jumped when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone. In fact,
noone knew she was
off today. Grumbling to herself about the Jehovah’s Witnesses, she threw on
a pink satin robe
and ran down the stairs.
She didn’t immediately see anyone until she got all of the way in front of
the door. It was him!
He stood there, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, looking so handsome that
she felt the
proverbial tug at her heartstrings and smiled at him, in spite of her current
anger with him. She
pulled the door open and he grinned back at her. He bowed slightly and pulled
his hand from
behind his back. “For you, m’ladyâ€, he said as he presented her with a
single red rose.
As she reached for the flower, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his
arms, right there on
the front porch. He held her close and whispered in her ear, “And I’m glad
to see you didn’t
dress for meâ€.
She turned and led the way upstairs to her apartment. As they entered the
door, he inhaled
deeply. “Your place ALWAYS smells so goodâ€, he told her. And it did. She
always had lightly
scented floral candles burning and matching potpourri in small bowls throughout
the rooms. She
liked to cater to all of her senses, including smell.
She got him a soda while he stood in the kitchen and watched her. She was
getting nervous, and
finally turned to him and asked, “WHAT are you looking at?â€
He just smiled lazily at her and approached the counter to pick up the glass in
front of her. As he
reached over to get it, he pressed the full length of his body against hers.
She wriggled against
him, felling the bulge in his jeans against her ass. “Just wondering what
you have on underneath
thisâ€, he answered in her ear, flicking his tongue in and out of her ear so
quickly that she thought
she might have imagined it.
He quickly ran one hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing the robe and the
nightie out of the
way. His fingers brushed against her outer pussy lips, tickling them lightly.
“You are such a
naughty girl, aren’t you?†he queried idly. “Were you expecting someone
else? Or were you just
going to play with yourself all day?â€
Her breathing had quickened as his fingers kept teasing her. He gently forced
her lags further
apart by putting his between them, and her pussy lips parted. “Wet already.
my dear? You know
you NEED thisâ€, he told her matter-of-factly. He wound her hair firmly
around his other hand,
pulling her head back to expose her throat to his tongue.
“Tell me,†he whispered between licks of her neck. “Tell me what you
want.†His fingers were
running back and forth through her wetness, touching her lips, but stopping
just short of her clit.
He would circle her hole with a fingertip, but never penetrated her.
She moaned, but didn’t answer. She was already caught up in the erotic web
that he so easily
wove around her. She could feel how hot and moist her pussy was, and she
wanted him to thrust
his fingers deep inside her and rub her clit until she exploded. She said
nothing, even though
her moans increased in volume as he taunted her body.
“Oh, ok, I guess you don’t want me to touch you then, “ he said as he
pulled his hands away. He
took the glass of soda and walked into the living room.
She took a few deep breaths and tried to compose herself before following him.
She sat down
next to him on the sofa and smiled hesitantly at him. “So, what brings you
by today?†she asked
him in as close to a normal tone of voice as she could manage.
“Just in the neighborhood. Why don’t you take that robe off?†he added
casually.
She did as he asked, glancing down and noticing that her nipples were almost as
hard as they had
been right after her shower and this time they hadn’t even been touched.
He casually reached out one hand to her breast and pulled her right nipple,
twisting it slightly
until she gasped. “Nice nightgown, is it new?†he inquired.
“Ummm...yes. No...well, its a couple of months old,†she replied as she
perched next to him.
She could feel her whole body trembling. He knew how to get her going so
easily, she reflected.
His hand suddenly snaked out and grabbed her long hair, immobilizing her head
in the way she
liked to so much. He leaned over and kissed her hard. Their tongues fenced
for a few moments
and them he withdrew again.
“No, please...†she started.
“Please what?†he asked.
“Please touch me,†she continued slowly, looking deeply into his eyes. She
could feel her face
flush and knew her pupils were dilated with arousal. He had her so hot that
she was willing to
do or say almost anything so that he would touch her again.
“Touch you where?†he persisted.
“Please touch my pussy,†she forced out, taking his hand and pulling it
down between her legs.
His fingers found her wetness again. “You ARE hot today, aren’t you?†he
remarked.
She nodded quickly, “You make me hot.â€
“No, you were just born that way, I think,†he laughed mockingly ad he
watched her breasts ruse
and fall in time with her breathing. He reached over and pinched her nipple,
enjoying the way
her entire body spasmed when he did.
“Please...†she started again.
“Please?†he repeated questioningly.
She took a deep breath and the words tumbled fast and furious out of her mouth.
“Please put
your fingers inside me. Please fuck me with your fingers. Please make me
come,†she begged.
His fingers suddenly thrust inside her passageway. God, it felt so good, she
thought deliriously.
He could see the happiness on her face and stroked two fingers in and out of
her steaming pussy.
Her juices coated his hand as he slid it back and forth.
“Lie back,†he instructed her, and she did so immediately, not wanting him
to stop touching her
this time.
She spread her legs wide and he looked at her pinkness - the smooth bald pussy
glistened with
the honey from her body. He thrust three fingers in and out now and she thrust
back at him. She
loved the feeling of his fingers inside her. He rubbed that special spot
inside and she wanted him
never to stop as her passion rose even higher. He always knew exactly how to
get her going...it
was instinct for him. They were in complete harmony.
She jumped as he took his thumb and massaged her clit while he fucked four
fingers in and out
of her sopping pussy. She had always been embarrassed about how wet she got,
but her
boyfriends were always amazed. After a session of lovemaking, there was all
new meaning to
the phrase “sleeping in the wet spotâ€. There was never a dry spot when she
got going.
She moaned louder as he manipulated her throbbing clit. “Oh God...YES....â€
she groaned. “Yes,
more, please...MORE....!†She didn’t even notice as his thumb finally left
her clit and he snaked
it into the palm of his had. She felt an incredible tightness stretching her
hole wider. She
pushed against it...it felt good. Different, and she wondered why.
He could see that her whole body was flushed. The room reeked of sex...and
raspberries. He
stared intently between her legs at her pussy. He had almost his whole hand
inside her now. His
fingers were in up to the bottom knuckle and he had only to get her past the
“ring of fire†and
then he would be completely enveloped by her pussy. He couldn’t believe this
was actually
happening. They had tried this before, but one or the other of them had always
stopped just short
of the goal. This time, he vowed, they would finish what they had started.
She was so hot and
wet today that he knew this was it.
He stopped pushing into her, instead letting her work her way down his hand.
She stopped
briefly and he wiggled his fingers inside her, caressing the walls of her
pussy. She moaned and
thrust forward again, then stopped when she heard him exclaim, “Jesus, its
in!â€
She looked at him and he took her hand and pulled it down between her legs.
“Feel it,†he said
in a deep gravelly tone, “I am completely inside of you.â€
She grasped his wrist and looked into his eyes. Her pupil were so dilated that
the soft brown was
almost completely hidden. “Oh my God,†she paused. “It feels so
fucking good! Its incredible!
I feel so full!†she added ad she flexed her inner muscles, clamping down on
his hand.
He twisted his fingers inside her again, and she arched her back, moaning.
“I can feel your
cervix,†he told her, but she barely heard him. Her mind was in another
place. She could feel
her orgasm close by and was reaching for it, body and soul.
“Fuck me, fist me, fuck me...†she panted.
Every muscle in her body tensed and she went rigid. Then he felt the ring of
muscle around his
wrist tighten almost painfully as she thundered into her climax. Each spasm
squeezed his hand
harder than he had thought possible.
She yelled with the force of her orgasm, so loudly that she covered her mouth,
nervous that her
neighbors would hear her screams of ecstasy. Every time she started to come
down off the high,
he would wiggle his hand in and out of her or rub his fingers against her
inside walls and she
would topple over into another orgasm.
She lost count of how many times she came with his hand deep inside her. He
finally told her to
just relax and he slowly pulled his hand out of her still soaking wet pussy,
inch by inch. When
his thumb popped out he rubbed her clit again and she came one final time.
Finally he held his hand up so she could see exactly what had brought her so
much pleasure. A
startled look crossed his face. “WHERE is my ring?†he asked suddenly.
She paled as she thought about where it was. “Uh oh...â€she said slowly.
He held up his other hand and she saw a glint of silver. “Just kidding,â€
he smiled at her.
She laughed as he lay down on top of her and kissed her long and hard. His
hand cupped her ass
and he rubbed one finger over her asshole. “That’s one,†he told her,
“but we have some more
unfinished business to attend to, don’t we?â€
She smiled happily but tiredly at him as she pulled his head down and kissed
him softly. “Next
time, my love...next time.â€
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