I’ve been seeing Kacey off and on for over a year. She calls me her gray fox, and is always happy to see me. My ego will take all it can get.
She was my first regular, and taught me how a lot of this hobby works. Reviews, forums, safety, condoms, getting tested, etc. I still see her off and on. Usually on the spur of the moment.
A few weeks back, I hit her up on short notice. I’m only getting around to posting about it now. Killing time on my flight home.
Her place is a little in disarray when I walk in. It is around 4:30 on a weekday afternoon. I had a 4:00 work meeting cancelled unexpectedly, texted her at 4:05 and here I am.
She is on the phone with her brother, and motions for me to get comfortable. I stretch out on the bed in my underwear with her laying up against me in a tank top and panties. She is in snuggled in the crook of my arm with her back to me. My hand is under her shirt, on her stomach. Fingers idly fiddling with the waistband of her cotton panties.
She is having a classic brother/sister debate, and is trying to get him off the phone. He won’t budge. She mouths over her shoulder: “You in a hurry?”
“no hun, I’m in no rush.”
With a sly smile on her face, she unravels from my arm, then kneels up beside me, still talking on the mobile. Her free hand works a rise out of me through my boxer briefs. She takes a moment to position my cock flat against my body and pointed towards my navel. Then, ever so carefully, she places her knees on my chest and sits back so her lips are aligned perfectly on my shaft. I can feel slight wetness through the layers of cotton.
Continuing to argue on the phone she locks eyes with me and starts to slide back and forth ever so slightly. Inches.
One hand on my chest. The other holding the telephone. The wetness increases. Her pace becomes erratic. Stop. Start. Slide. Wiggle. Grind. All the while, our eyes are locked. The conversation continues. Minutes pass. Cotton gets soaked.
The call ends. Tossing the phone on the bed, she stares down at me with a Cheshire grin. Eyes still locked, she places both hands on my chest. One at a time she straightens her legs out behind. Then, sliding down my thighs, she pulls my cock free of the waistband and envelopes it with her mouth.
Ever so slowly, she teases. Relishing her power. Glancing up at me between deep plunges. I am not allowed to finish.
After a moment, she pauses, draws her knees up and sits back on her haunches. Her hands peel my underwear off the rest of the way. She admires her work, saying “I definitely need you to fuck me now.” I could cut glass.
The rest of her clothes come off. Straddling my hips, she slips herself down onto me. Subtly, she slides back and forth. Still barely moving, but now I am deep inside. Bending down to put a nipple in my mouth, she runs a hand through my hair.
Sitting up, she straightens her back. Our pace picks up. Faster and faster. I grab her hips to assist. Both hands on my chest, she leans forward again. This time, biting my lips. Her mouth moves down to my ear announcing it is time. We both explode. I can feel her quivering inside..
She collapses on my chest. Panting.
Slick with sweat. We lay there breathing. Hearts hammering.
“I’m glad you came over.”
Me too girl. Me too…