The thing is, L does not wear tanktops that often, so when
she put it on yesterday during one of our rare nice days of summer, I was
pleasantly surprised. She proceeded to cover it up with a shawl, but I was
there in the bedroom when she put it on, and even that act alone got a rise out
of me. She was getting ready to leave the house without me for a shopping trip,
and from time to time I like to direct her to wear something that will make men
want to fuck her.
The tanktop outfit met that criteria, capped off with a
skirt that showcased her magnificent legs; perfectly toned and shaped, the type
that are easy to imagine wrapped around you as you fuck her, or the type that
you force open so you can expore the treasure in between with your tongue.
Before she left the bedroom I pushed her up against the
closet and kissed her hard, grabbing her hand and shoving it into my crotch
where the throbbing within showed her just how pleased I was with her outfit.
What was it about the tanktop? I suppose first and foremost
it was the way it accentuated her breasts, pushing up against the fabric, a
delicious display of her cleavage. Maybe it was the shoulders, bare and
exposed in a manner that I wanted to make her wince in pain and pleasure as I
bit into them with my teeth.
She doesn’t wear tanktops that often, and I think I was just
enjoying that.
That took place early in the afternoon, and the rest of the
day was spent with kids and
errands and chores around the house, and it wasn’t until later that I was able
to finish showing her just how much I liked her tanktop.
It started with lying in bed, and I was contemplating the
need for a shower when L volunteered to save me the hassle and to clean me up
with a washcloth. She, at the time, was wearing nothing but the tanktop and
panties, as I instructed her to wear to bed.
She got the washcloth and sponged me off, starting with my
face and then proceeding down to my chest, armpits and arms. And then, pulling
my boxer briefs down and cleaning down there, along the cock, and under the
balls….
And..
And…
And it didn’t take long at all, I think it was even before
she pulled down my boxers and I was hard, because damn! That tanktop, those
breasts pushing against the fabric, and now I had the visual combined with the
sensation of warm washcloth sponging off my cock..those elements combined, and
I had to have her, and could not wait.
And then she was off the bed, and kneeled on the floor, and
there beneath my eyes was that cleavage and the fabulous curve of her breasts
from inside the tanktop, and my hand was on the top of her head guiding her
forward, not giving her much of a choice really, and her mouth was on me…on my
balls, on my cock…sucking…licking stroking.
It would have been so easy to finish right there, on the
spot, her on the knees, pulling out of her mouth at the last second and
unloading spurt after spurt of hot cum on her, dripping down her chest…in
between her breasts…on her tanktop.
That did not happen, and I don’t recall how much longer it
was before it happened, but then she was back on the bed, underneath me, and I
was pressing against her, my hand under her tanktop, under her bra, pulling at
her tits, pulling the fabric down so I could nibble and suck at them, shoving
my cock against her, dry humping her while my mouth was all over her. At one
point, I was in between her legs…those legs I mentioned above…and my tongue was
lapping at her, in her, around her clit, my hands still up under her
tanktop…and she came rather quickly.
And then…..my turn…I was back on top of her and moved her
panties to the side so I could penetrate her, and I fucked her hard in that
position, my torso pressed against her breasts still contained within her
tanktop…that damn tankop! It all started there…and I fucked her hard and with
deliberation, which, by the way, is pretty much how we fuck.
Tanktop or no tanktop.
I came inside her hard.
Rolling off of her, breathing rapidly, I took a moment to
catch my breath.
“That was perfect,” I said.
She murmured in agreement.
“You need to buy more tanktops,” I suggested.
She murmured in agreement.
Again.
