February 1st, 2011 by admin

Monica pulled into the circular drive in front of the apartment building and gently eased her car to a stop on the curb, where a valet was waiting, leaving the engine running. The young man hastened forward to open her door and assist her out of the auto. She slid out gracefully, thanking him for his help, but was as always amused on the concept that she couldn’t get out of the auto on her own.

“Do you would like anything out of the trunk, ma’am?” the valet asked her, before he slid behind the wheel himself.

“No, nothing, thanks , just my bag that’s there within the back seat, in the event you can reach that for me, please.” He was happy to take action, and handing it to her, she thanked him again and turned towards the building. The valet watched admiringly as she ran lightly up the stairs and entered the lobby. She had the foremost beautiful legs he thought he had ever seen, and today they were barely covered by the fast, slightly full skirt she was wearing. The energy with which she ran up the stairs set the skirt swinging along with her movements, and for a short lived second, he thought he could see higher, to the tip of her thighs and the round curves of her ass, but just at that moment she entered the building and was gone from sight. He sighed, and tearing his thoughts faraway from what wasn’t really any of his business anyway, went back to work.

She moved rapidly and gracefully around the lobby, pausing briefly to assert hello to the doorman on her well beyond his desk, and reassuring him that yes, she had had a very good trip, an excellent productive week, and was happy to be back home. She didn’t linger, but headed to the elevator, where within seconds she was being whisked as much as the fifteenth floor.

Her week have been good, but she had spent an excellent period of time wondering how her husband was. They’d had a terrible row the day before she left on her business journey, and hadn’t been in a position to completely clear the air, despite staying up for many of the night, attempting to talk things through. That they had parted on cordial terms, but not more than that, and the telephone calls between them were somewhat strained.

Regardless of the chilliness between them, she were aroused the whole time she was away. She yearned for him, and regretted the fight. When she thought of it, she couldn’t even remember what it was about. She suspected he felt the identical way, because the last message he’d sent her were very sweet, and hinted there will be a surprise for her when she returned home.

The door to their apartment was slightly ajar, and she or he smiled. He knew she was on her way; the doorman had probably phoned and told him she was bobbing up, and now, here she was.

Pushing open the door, she stopped and listened. It was silent within the apartment. She wondered where he was, and if she should call out to him, or start searching for him. Shutting the door behind her, she advanced silently to the tip of the hall and dropped her purse and bag on a chair before turning to move towards his office.

Suddenly she shrieked after which laughed as she was grabbed from behind and swung around to stand him.

“There you’re, you wayward thing!” he growled at her, as he enveloped her in his arms. “What on the earth took you see you later?”

She began to laugh and protest that no, she wasn’t wayward, and she or he hadn’t taken long in any respect, but her words were stifled as he lifted her up in order that her face was level along with his, and he took possession of her mouth. She closed her eyes in relief and collectively wrapped her legs around his waist, as their mouths remained locked together.

Still kissing her, Grant shifted around in order that her back was pressed up against the wall, and he slid his hands right down to fondle the curves of her ass. His fingers moved easily under her skirt, and commenced to caress between her legs, reaching into the nice and cozy damp folds of her sex. Monica’s breath quickened, and she or he began to feel waves of excitement increase. Her pulse throbbed, and she or he tried to transport her own hands all the way down to reach him, to the touch and feel him through his clothes, to realize access to the firm erection she could feel pressing up against her. He pulled back slightly and broke clear of her lips, whispering to her “Oh, so that you want that, do you? Does that mean you missed me? Well what if I make you wait, hmmm?” and with that he kissed her again, removing any reply she may need had.

She fumbled at his belt and managed to open it, at which point he shifted slightly, leaving her free access to undo his trousers and release his throbbing cock. She caressed it slowly together with her hand, rubbing up and down the length of his shaft, feeling the graceful glide of the foreskin because it moved in her expert hand. She longed for it, longed to feel it in her, longed to taste it again, and didn’t are looking to wait for much longer. Slipping her hand down further, she cupped his balls and squeezed them gently, then with more force and a focus as he continued to kiss and finger her.

He shifted again, and getting an organization grip on her ass, lifted her slightly after which positioned her in order that his erect member slid into her waiting sex. He hadn’t broken faraway from her mouth, and as he started to move into her there against the wall, he continued to thrust and penetrate her mouth along with his tongue. He moved one hand up under her summer top, laying aside the flimsy material, pulling her bra right down to free her breasts, and crushing them both together in his hand, fondling and twisting them and feeling Monica’s reactions against him, catching the quickened rhythm of her breathing, and knowing she was being carried along at the heightened waves of enjoyment she was barely ready to control.

He slackened his pace, and taken both hands right down to her ass again, pulling out of her mouth, leaving either one of them gasping. He shifted her in order that she was slightly higher, impaled upon him, and without having to learn, she gripped him more securely together with her legs, locking them around his waist with a force that almost cut him in two.

He claimed her mouth over again, as he backed far from the wall and headed down the hall to their bedroom. The door was closed, and bending slightly, he fumbled with one hand find the knob, twisted it to release the latch and with an exceptional kick, knocked it open. Within seconds he had lowered Monica to the bed without once losing his hold on either her sex or her mouth. Along with her legs still locked around his waist, she pulled him in even closer, and somehow managed to kick off first one, then any other of her shoes. As he continued to thrust into her, she arched her back to rebellion towards him, and he knew, all over again, that she was near to coming. He increased the rhythm of his movements, and felt her rocking below him, felt the increased pressure on his cock from her internal muscles and suddenly, knowing that neither of them could resist it from now on, he pulled out of her mouth and checked out her. Monica’s eyes were wide open, and starting to glaze. Seeing it, he felt his own release rising within him, and he thrust hard and fast, feeling the intensity of her orgasm because it swept through her while his own.

Breathing heavily, they lay together without moving or speaking for a short while, and eventually Grant moved slightly in order that Monica wasn’t quite so crushed by his weight. He checked out her, and met her radiant gaze together with his own, very satisfied one.

“Welcome home, baby,” he said, touching her face together with his hand, and trailing his fingers down along her neck. “Are you prepared to have make-up sex now?”

She checked out him in surprise. “You mean, that wasn’t it?”

“No,” he said, “that wasn’t it. That was welcome home sex.”