
Life is for living she thought as she quaffed back her second glass of Prosecco. It was cheap Prosecco but it didn’t matter she’d had a really, really, fucking seriously shit day at work and what she needed more than anything was to get off and she knew exactly how she was going to do that and who with.
It needs to seem like his idea, his seduction, she thought as she thumbed through her wardrobe working out what the perfect outfit could be. Then she saw it. Her red dress. Perfect she thought, a light cotton summer dress, thin straps buttoned through, not a bright red, no, this was a deeper shade of red, the color of expensive decadence. Innocent enough to not look contrived, but revealing enough to quicken the pulse. Just feeling the soft, almost silken fabric was turning her on and she wondered if men ever really appreciated the sensual quality that fabrics provided, and this wasn’t exclusive to the obvious feelings that a silken fabric could have especially when you were naked underneath. No, this could even be jeans she thought, recalling the time that wearing a slightly too tight pair after a fresh wax, although rough the zip teased her clit enough to arouse her.
She paired her dress with a white cotton thong and returned to the lounge where she laid down on the couch. She unbuttoned the dress at the top, just a couple of buttons, loose enough to allow the straps to fall easily, fondling her own breasts making her nipples pert and pushing up against the thin dress, allowing the air conditioning, arousal and anticipation to keep them that way. With this she undid three buttons from the bottom up so that the dress fell open exposing her beautiful soft, tanned toned thighs.
She had good legs, hell, who was she kidding she had good everything! As she lay there waiting for Adam to come across her it all got too much, the impatience for a good seeing to became too much as she slid her fingers inside her thong, navigating her clit bringing the surge of heat all over, she felt her lips expand with blood and pleasure.
Adam was enthralled watching this spectacle from the slit in the slightly open kitchen door. His blood was already up from the game. Sweating and panting feeling his cock getting hard, he couldn’t help but watch her, and as he saw her climax he couldn’t take much more and burst into the lounge.
“I’m sorry...” he stuttered, managing to stop himself from getting on top of her.
“Don’t be sorry” she replied, "I was waiting here for you.”
Getting up from the sofa, she dropped to her knees in front of him, sucking in her bottom lip as she looked up at him, lowering her head she pulled his shorts down, his big hard cock glistening with fresh sweat from the game, putting it into her mouth starting with a gentle lick the length of his shaft, pushing it then hard into her cheek, sucking hard holding in a firm grip she started grinding up and down with both lips and hand. Looking down, Adam could see her beautiful lips leaving a smear of red, with a backdrop of her beautiful breasts bobbing in and out of the dress as she did. She felt it then, the familiar hot salty flavor in her cheek, onto her tongue, swallowing down hard, enjoying every bit of it, of him. Getting back to her feet, she downed another glass of prosecco.
Adam was out of breath and in sheer ecstasy for what had just happened to him. He was in disbelief, but he was happy to go with it. She stood there with her back to him, sunlight pouring through the window making her dress almost completely transparent silhouetting her beautiful body. He couldn’t take it anymore. He went up behind her lifting her dress gently to reveal her firm round backside, which he gently smacked one cheek of, turning around and she began kissing him passionately.
Adam frantically unbuttoned her dress, he couldn’t wait to see what was underneath, as it tumbled to the floor he was not disappointed. Beautiful, tanned, athletic body. He immediately ran his hands up her perfectly chiseled six pack upwards to her soft voluminous breasts grabbing them, pulling them, teasing them and finally pushing his face into them. Pulling up her legs around his waist moving her across to the couch softly laying her down. Pulling her thong to one side he started to lick so hot his tongue thrusting, licking, she was enveloped in ecstasy.
She loved that he was taking the initiative now, pulling up her legs together almost vertical as he stripped the thong off, then spreading her legs to reveal her perfect, seemingly virginal pussy. It was swollen, hot, wet as he pushed two fingers deep into her. Groaning now, she laid back taking it all and loving every minute as she fondled her own breasts, feeling his fingers going deeper and pounding with each squelch of wetness. It was electrifying and she let herself be lost in the moment. Time seemed to stand still and she could hear her own heart beating feeling his hands now all over her breasts sucking and biting her nipples lifting his head and plunging his tongue deep into her mouth with a kiss that was so erotic as wet and pulsating as her pussy. The deep push of his erect cock deep into her was gentle but only for a moment. Pulling her wider apart with each push, the penetration continued growing in speed, becoming harder, deeper and deeper and she groaned loudly, feeling every inch of him, the girth making it feel like she might not take it all. Sliding his hands around her firm buttocks pulling them apart and raising her hips, he pushed even deeper thrusting hard and fast like his life depended on it because in that moment he felt like it did. Pounding as hard as she could take it, looking up at her she was in heaven, her breasts bouncing around up and down so hard looking like they might just fall off her body any moment. With this he cum so hard, sheer power, ecstasy crashing in waves throughout every cell in his body.
They held each other for a moment, gentle now, loving and yet both knew it was a once only moment. He held and kissed her tenderly.
“I needed that,” he said.
“Me too” she replied with a coy smile, whilst her cheeks blazed a deeper shade of red.
About the Creator
Florence Flanders
Lover and writer, with erotica all bets are off and anything is possible. I love to write in this genre as it’s empowering for me and the reader. I am writing an erotic novella for 2022.
I also write other short stories and blogs.


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