SG - The visit

So, the door knocks. I hesitate, not for long if I'm honest, and descend down the stairs to open the door.

In he comes, some chastisement from me for not doing as he was told and staying away, a coffee, the sofa, some chatting - sexual and not, some flirting - harmless and not, and eventually the corny line... "I don't know whether I should go, or if I should ask to kiss you". (From him, not me!!). A little flurry, flurry, but the kiss comes. And fucking nice it is too.

One kiss becomes snogging, snogging becomes removal of my top, removal of my top becomes removal of my bra, removal of my bra becomes fondling, licking and suckling of breasts, more snogging, my hand on his back, his stomach (I fucking love men's stomachs!), a decision to move upstairs - a request from him to put on the black chemise I have mentioned once before in texts and that he has imagined and wanked to many times, request obliged.

So, I'm in the chemise, covered enough to feel comfortable, uncovered enough to feel sexy, and he's flat on his back on the bed in nothing but his boxers, and fuck me that is hot. SG, the fit, fit, fit gardener is lying on my bed with a fucking hard on for me.

Sometimes I want to take control, not in any kind of domination way, but just to do the work and let them enjoy it, and right at that moment I was intent on fucking that man, my way and in my own time. I straddled him - quite the perfect thing for the time and the mood, and set about picking up the kissing where we'd left off. He in the meantime is appreciating the feel of curves and warm flesh under black silk, and I begin to work down that beautiful chest and stomach with an array of kisses, nips and stroking, getting more turned on by the second.

His cock is beautiful, perfect size and in perfect proportion with the rest of him. I work around it for a while, across the stomach, down the thighs, the crease of his groin, but finally lick slowly up that smooth, firm beautiful hard cock. A dip over the head, some swirling around and around, now encasing as much of the length as I can in my mouth, looking up and seeing him watching me. Enough to make me moan at the whole experience.

I could feel some building up in him, and a quickening of breath that told me I probably couldn't do this much longer without him cumming in my mouth. A split second decision later that much as that would be fucking hot, I wanted him in me, not in my mouth, and so I eased off and replaced my mouth with my hand. Calming everything down, whilst moving myself back up his body.

I replaced his cock with his mouth, whilst sliding myself up and down the length of him before finally hitching my hips high enough to allow his cock to just nudge into me, and then holding it there for a few seconds before slowly, slowly, slowly pushing down and sliding the entire length of him in me. And fuck it felt good. That first moment of entry, fucking drives me mad.

I began to move, slowly but deeply, rocking backwards and forwards to ensure his cock is as deep as possible, whilst dipping my mouth down for the occasional deep, deep kiss, it wasn't long before I could feel him tensing beneath me, and bucking up hard to try and push his cock even further into me. And I cannot explain quite how fucking hot that is. To have a man beneath you, cumming into you, with every fibre of his being tight - fuck, that just drives me crazy in a way I can't explain. Fuck, fuck, fuck!! Cum hard, and fast for me anytime folks!! It was almost enough to tip me over the edge, but not quite, so we slowed everything down, let him get his breath back, and laid chatting for a while - not least about his wife.

But damn it's hard to lay next to a perfect specimen of naked manhood, with his spunk dribbling down your thighs, and not just want to fuck him again. So, after a short period of recovery it was his turn to make some effort, and he was soon sliding his cock into me again, this time in missionary.

Afterwards, we agreed that it was what it was, and that no promises were being made or expected on either side, and he left a happy man. And althought it wasn't the longest, the most outrageous or the hottest shag I've ever had, it was good, and to be honest it was needed, and I went to bed with a smile on my face.

But man, I could fuck him again right now!!