The play room
It was a wonderful, sunny June morning in Geneva, and I wandered
down to my friend Julia's place to see how she was. Julia
was, as usual, alone at home, and the beautiful British
redhead had been my lover for several months. Unbeknownst
to her executive husband as he tripped around the world.
She welcomed me at the door with a bright hello, time
for a coffee? and a warm and wet kiss. She wearing
one my favourite outfits, if you could call it that, loose
fitting shirts and top, and clearly, no bra supporting
her very firm and lovely breasts. I was in light loose cotton
shorts as well, and as she wen to kiss me she grabbed my hardening
penis with a little lunge. Hmm, we ARE feeling good
today, aren't we?
I agreed with her and moved to the kitchen where she handed
me a coffee with two milks, just as I liked it. She was cooking
some tomato sauce for that night's spaghetti dinner.
The nanny was off at her French course and the children were
at school. We began to chat amiably, with the odd touch and
rub of each other's most tender parts. Just standard
morning fare. As I was chatting with her, I reached deep
into her shorts and past her panties to find a very wet pussy.
She smiled as I brought my finger to my lips and licked it.
Then she kissed me very deeply, sucking the juices as they
swirled in my mouth.
Suddenly we were both very hot, and she began to reach down
and pull at me frantically, until I was stretching out of
my light shorts.
God, I want you, she said,
as she began to breathe heavily into my ear as I pushed up
against her. I want you in me, now, but I can't,
I just can't. The baby was upstairs napping
and she confided that she was beginning to feel guilty about
the amount of sex we had been having in the marital bed.
I continued to touch her and then moved her shirt to suck
her tight breasts. Her nipples rose and tightened as I sucked,
and I could feel her wetness flowing. Oh I have to
take care of the damned tomahto sauce, she said
in that perfect Kent accent. She broke free and went over
and lowered the flame, with me following. I continued to
touch her and she turned to me and kissed me and pulled out
my nine inches of hardness. She was clearly conflicted..
Oh, tomato sauce. damned tomato sauce I
took her by the hand to go to the closest sofa, but she cautioned
that the open windows of the sunroom were clearly visible
from the street. The only option was the children's
playroom adjacent to the kitchen. She went down on her back,
and slipped off her panties and shorts in one movement.
I whipped off my shorts, and pressed her shirt up, sliding
myself inside. She smiled with relief as she felt me enter.
Oh thank god, I thought I would explode.
Then we began to rock, softly against the carpeted floor,
the toys on either side of us.
Can you feel me deep
inside you? I saidHmmm yes, deep, deep
she said, as if in a trance I want you deeper, deeper..
I began to thrust as she took me, and our kissing and touching
brought us to a crescendo, as she called out my name when
her first orgasm hit, her head snapping back and she screamed
and smiled, I love you, I love you.!
Then it was my turn as I thrusted and thrusted harder and
harder, feeling the explosion coming through me. She began
to recite our mantra: I want you to come, I want you to come,
come, come.
I exploded in her and she wrapped her legs tighter and tighter.
We kissed and held one another and I then looked down and
could se the blood on my knees from the carpet burn.
We both laughed as we dressed and she patched me up and we
worked on some kind of excuse for the somewhat incriminating
scrapes on my knees. And she went back to her tomahto sauce,
and I continued to chat with her. But whenever tomato sauce
was mentioned in her house at future dinners, there was
a knowing smile and a knowledge that with the escapade in
the playroom, we had made love in every room in her house
and in mine.