I had finished at the gym and was on my way to the pub with mates when the first text arrived, asking if i was home. I gave my status and figured there’d be no play that afternoon. But the next text, asking whether I was home yet, arrived just after I’d finished my beer. Leaving the pub and heading home was an option… so I did.
I gave him instructions for how to access my place, in case he hadn’t remembered. At home, I made sure the front door was unlocked, put a heater on in the bedroom, and headed for the shower. After a workout and a beer, I needed a wash… and if I’m honest, a quick shave was in order, too!
I was drying myself in the bathroom when I heard the front door open.
When he walked into the bathroom, I was still mostly wet from the shower, a towel loosely clutched to the front of my body. He wandered in and said hello, smiling and telling me I didn’t need to shower on his account.
That towel didn’t stay in front of me for long. He gently pulled it off me, murmuring “good girl” as he turned me toward the bathroom mirror. In seconds he was behind me, his right arm wrapped around me and holding my breasts, his face nuzzling into my neck and watching our reflections in the mirror, his left hand pushing one leg to my right as he pulled my left leg in the other direction. His left hand was very quickly between my legs, fingering my labia as the right hand continued to caress my breasts and his lips were still nuzzling my neck.
I was wet. Wet from the shower, and quickly wet from his attention.
The attention on my pussy, strong fingers on my G spot and other fingers outside me, rubbing over my labia, was making my body do all sorts of strange things One moment I was arching my back and pressing my pelvis down into his left hand while my chest pushed forward into his right hand, the next minute i had both hands braced on the basin as I stood on tiptoes and gasped, reminding myself to breathe. This pattern was amazing and continued for several minutes. Bliss.
There's something incredibly sexy about pushing your arse back into someone when you're naked, have your pleasure juices running down your legs, and they're fully dressed.
All the while he was playing me like this, he was murmuring “good girl” in my ear. When he noticed me grip the basin with a sudden clench, he’d put his right hand on my throat and tip my head back. That's not normally a vibe I go for, but this was okay.
The man was in control. Fully dressed, playing my naked body like an instrument, and grinning at our reflections in the mirror. I was enjoying that part, too, if I’m honest - I am in good shape and I could see my stomach muscles clenching, and the way he made my back arch was doing great things for the breasts and ribs on display.
Each time he caressed me into another orgasm, he wouldn’t stop just because I had stopped breathing briefly and my body had clenched up entirely; he kept going because the additional benefit of making me squirt on his hand and on my bathroom floor was pleasing him enormously. Lots more “good girl” murmurs with each additional release of liquid pleasure…
Once I was quite jellied and had sagged into his arms for a kiss, he finally undid his belt and buckle, dropping his trousers to his knees. My turn to provide some pleasure… He asked whether I’d drop to my knees and of course I said yes - i just made sure the bathroom mat was under my knees. One might as well be comfortable, right?
His cock was hard, long, and the pubes nicely trimmed. Taking him into my mouth was a pleasure for us both. Being on the dom side, of course he wanted to dictate the speed and depth of the oral sex I was giving him. That was fine by me, to a point - call me “good girl” all you want, I’m still quietly a fem dom. I’ll happily take a cock and worship it with my mouth, but as soon as it feels like a face fuck, I’m pulling back. This is a mutual pleasure scenario, my man, not a scene from your fantasy.
I enjoyed his cock then stood up to reset this face-fuck vibe - I got turned toward the mirror again and he and I created a further small puddle on my floor. Crikey, this man is good with his hands! He was murmuring something about not having time to fuck me properly this time, but I was all good with this - magic fingers when I wasn’t expecting any action? Fine by me!
I went back down on him for a while longer, and stood up when the vibe started to inch towards the sort of energy that feels more like using than pleasuring. Guys can sometimes get a bit too absorbed in their own pleasure and forget that their long-term interests are better served by remembering that they are with a person, not a breathing sex toy. I’m happy to guard that boundary - I want to look forward to seeing this man again. He is smart and picked up on that - he checked that I was okay, gave me a cuddle and a kiss, murmured good girl again, and pulled his clothes up. After some words of thanks and another kiss goodbye, he was off. And I had enough time to get dressed and rejoin my mates at the pub.
Pretty damn fine Saturday, afternoon, hey?
