The Lavender Corset

The Lavender Corset




I just got out of the shower and a racy idea has formed in my head from the shower. So I page you and tell you to come up, oh in about 20 minutes and I get a favorable response, not, “But I have work to do.”

When you open the door you find me standing in the middle of our bedroom in a lavender corset, matching bikinis, and fishnet stocking and heels. Not high heels, but just some shoes to add height and make me look like something out of your dreams. I am standing with my legs apart and when you walk in, I walk towards you. I gently guide you to the recliner so you can have a ringside view.

I return to where I was in the middle of the floor. I use the remote to start a disc playing, something slow and easy. I dance towards you, but stay just out of your reach. I ask you if you like it so far and you answer, “You are just what I need, tonight and every other night.” The corset is fun to wear because it feels good on my nipples, making the hard and erect. You do too, but that is old news now. I walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge. I unhook first the front and then the back garters from the fishnet stockings on my right leg, all the time looking you straight in the eyes, never once loosing eye contact. I slowly unroll the left stocking; bending a little forward and watching you enjoy the view from the top of the lavender corset. I slowly remove the left stocking and I stand up. Again I walk towards you, but I make sure I am still out of your reach. As I near you for the third time, I bend forward at the waist and my breast start peeking over the corset to meet the warmth of the air.

When I stand up the top half of my breasts are cradled on the top ledge of the corset, almost falling out, and when you see them in this manor, your eyes get big and a gasp escapes your throat. I move towards you, take your hand, and lead you to our bed. I sit you down on the edge and stoop down to untie your shoes. I remove them and your socks. I then slowly unbutton your shirt and caress your chest. I gently lean you back on the bed, all the time just begging to be touched, but too busy right now to enjoy that. I unbuckle your belt and take a few soft tugs to ease your paints lower. You help me to remove them. Since you never wear underwear, I see that you are ready for me, but just not yet. I tell you to lay on your back on the bed, close enough to the edge so I can reach you. I kneel on the floor and take your hard cock into my mouth. I nibble on the tip, and you moan. I then take my tongue and move it over your cock. I then take you in and start to suck. I am just high enough above you to get you deeply in my mouth, and the deeper I go, the more you moan. I love the taste of you. After a few minutes you say, “Please, join me on the bed so I can take care of you too.”

You move to allow me room, but stop in your tracks when I slowly remove my bikinis. I crawl onto the bed, never breaking eye contact for a second. I push you back so you are on you are laying on your back and I can straddle you. You have even surprised yourself at how hard you are. I rub my shaved pussy against you for just a few moments, but realize you are more than ready for me. So I slowly let you enter me and you moan loudly as your shaft enters my now wet pussy. As we move together in a rhythm we both know well, I ask, “Where is the whipped cream when you need it?” You reply, “I’ll give you whipped cream, my little wench!” With that statement we increase our pace and we both cum in a massage blast as our orgasms fill our minds and bodies with joy. We lay spent in each others arms and fall asleep with our bodies entwined.