Heather Returns from California

Dropping my bag at the bedroom door, I step into the bathroom to freshen up, not noticing Heather yet. I know she is there…waiting for me. After a few moments I come out and step further into the bedroom to see her relaxing on a massive four poster bed. Propped against the headboard in a sheer black dress complete with matching garters, thigh highs and of course black patent leather 5 inch fuck me heels; I find her watching me. Her ‘Mona Lisa’ smile adding to her air of naughtiness personified. Her hair is swept up and diamonds catch the light at her ears. For all appearances, she looks like a high-class, well paid…whore. Our eyes meet and an instant spark of fiery electricity fills the room. It’s been a month since we have been together but feels like we are just picking up from where we left off.

I walk towards the bar to the scotch and pour two fingers; ignoring her. Heather smells me; the sinful mix of Grey Flannel and a scent that is uniquely mine and mine alone. The combination is intoxicating and one she cannot resist. It caresses her senses.
From the way I’m standing, she has got the sweetest view of that ass she can’t wait to get between her legs. Finally, I turn towards her in doing so the silkiest expanse of skin is exposed where my collar is unbuttoned. The navy trousers and button down blue green striped shirt do me justice. In a word, I look hot and the color combination just magnifies the intensity of those green eyes. Just as I’m about to speak, Heather silences me with her finger over my lips. Then bent her finger beckoning me to come to her.

She smells me long before she touches me, the scent making her wetter. As I move to stand at the edge of the bed, Heather slides her legs to the edge so she is sitting but straddling me between them. She looks up as she slowly unzips me; never losing eye contact. Reaching inside my open fly she feels hard creamy skin with throbbing veins. At last, she has that long hard hot cock in her hand. I look down to watch her lips part; the tip of her tongue, flicking out, to lick that sweet soft slit in the head of my cock. I bury my hands in her hair sinking my cock into her mouth. The groan of pleasure ripped from my lips making her crave me more. I fuck her mouth getting closer and closer until I feel my head at the back of her throat. Locking my gaze, she slowly, deliberately, pulls me down her throat. Heather wants me to feel it; the tight entrance opening for me. The look of lust in my eyes is just too much and she watches me grit my teeth as I cum right there, down her throat.