An evening of TV

As a couple I guess you could say we have been together for a while now, and tonight, as we sit on the sofa watching some mindless TV show, I can feel the familiar spark between us. Your hand rests on my thigh, casual and comforting, but I can feel the heat radiating from your touch. I let my fingers dance up and down your inner thigh, feeling the soft fabric of your tracksuit bottoms against my skin. You shift slightly, and then I see the bulge that has developed in your crotch which is pressing against the fabric.

So I let my fingers brush against it, accidentally , I make a small circle around the top of the outline of what I know lies beneath and I feel it respond with a twitch under my touch. You let out a soft groan, but I don't look at you, keeping my eyes glued to the TV. I continue to run my fingers up and down the length of your cock, stopping at the top and making another little circle. I see a small dark patch beginning to appear in the light grey material beneath my touch, and this is all the encouragement that I need.

I pull at the waistband of your tracksuit, and needing no encouragement from me you lift your hips slightly, allowing me to pull them down mid thigh and for your cock to be released. It stands hard and proud, the head shine and a little wet with pre-cum. My fingers wrap around it, and I pull down firmly, feeling the silky skin slide under my touch. You let out a whimper of pleasure as I continue working your cock, my hand moving up and down the shaft.

"Fuck, Lynda," you gasp, your voice low and husky. "That feels so good."

I smile to myself, feeling a surge of power and desire. I lean in closer, my breath hot against your ear I give you a little butterfly kiss. "I know it does," I whisper, my hand never stopping its rhythmic motion. "And I'm just getting started."

I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand, the pre-cum is now making it slick, slippery and easy to stroke. I lean back slightly, my eyes finally meeting yours. You're looking at me with a mix of lust and surprise, your breath coming in short gasps.

"I want to taste you," I say, my voice low and sultry. "I want to feel you in my mouth."

You nod, your eyes never leaving mine as I lower my head, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum. I take you into my mouth, my lips wrapping around your shaft as I begin to suck. You groan, your hips pushing up slightly as I take you deeper, my head bobbing up and down.

I can feel your hands in my hair, guiding me, urging me on. I pull back slightly, my lips popping off your cock with a wet sound. "You like that, don't you?" I ask, my voice breathless.

"You know I do," you gasp, your hips bucking again as I take you back into my mouth.

I can feel your cock throbbing, your body tensing as I continue to suck and lick. I know you're close, and I want to feel you come in my mouth. I pull back slightly, my hand wrapping around your shaft as I continue to stroke you.

"You're so close, aren't you?" I ask, my voice low and sultry. "I can feel it."

You nod, your breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck, Lynda," you gasp. "I'm so close."

Again I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand, pulsing the veins so full of blood standing out on it, your body tenses as I continue to stroke you. I take you back into my mouth, my lips wrapping around your shaft as I begin to suck harder, faster. I can feel your cock pulsing, your body goes rigid and then it happens, I taste your thick salty cum , the first load followed by a second shooting into my mouth and I swallow it down my throat, my lips never leaving your cock as I continue to suck and lick, milking every last drop from you.

You collapse back against the sofa, your body limp and sated. I pull back, my lips popping off your cock with a wet sound. I smile up at you, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, that was fun," I said.

You smile, your eyes meeting mine. "You're a fucking tease, Lynda," you say, your voice low and husky. "But I love it."

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against yours. "I know you do," I whisper, my voice low and sultry. "And I'm just getting started."

I stand up, my body feeling alive and energized. I pull off my shirt, my breasts bouncing free. You watch me, your eyes wide with desire as I straddle you, my pussy pressing against your still-hard cock.

"You're not done yet, are you?" I ask, my voice low and sultry.

You shake your head, your hands reaching up to cup my breasts. "Fuck no," you say, your voice low and husky. "I'm just getting started."

I smile, my body pressing against yours as I begin to grind against you. I can feel your cock pressing against my pussy, the wetness of my arousal coating your shaft. I lean in closer, my lips brushing against yours as I begin to move, my hips grinding against you in a slow, sensual rhythm.

"You feel so good," I whisper, my voice breathless. "I want you to fuck me."

You groan, your hands gripping my hips as you begin to move, your cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I can feel the pleasure building, my body tensing as I begin to climb towards my own release.

"You're so fucking wet " you gasp, your voice low and husky. "I love fucking you."

I smile, my body pressing against yours as I continue to move, my hips