A Night to Remember – Teaser

“I’m ready now…” I hear you call through the closed bedroom door. My I catch my breath at the playful sound of your voice, and it feels as though the hair is about to vibrate off my arms. My excitement is palpable.
You’ve been playing coy all afternoon, backing your firm little ass into me in line at the supermarket, tracing your fingers across my semi-aroused cock beneath my jeans while I’m slicing vegetables for dinner, and you know it drives me wild when you leave your hair out… I’d been aroused for so long that my balls were starting to ache, so when you announced that you were going into the bedroom and you would summon me in a few minutes I felt my organ start to swell immediately.
That wait had been agonising…
Gently, I begin to push open the door. The music is the first thing that strikes me; soft jazz seems to fill the room and flow over me as the gap in the door widens. I can feel my heart racing, and my cock involuntarily throbs. It’s the kind of throb that would shoot a full jet of cum if I were to be orgasming, but I’m not there yet. I groan softly, run my hand over my stomach and down over my raging erection, and let another tremor run through me as the momentary pressure makes it strain against the fabric of my jeans. I look down and see the bulge, painful now in the tight confines of my jeans. I regret nothing. These jeans show off my ass and the faint bulge of my flaccid cock in public, and I know you enjoy telling me about all the stolen glances that I’ve missed while we were out. My favourites are the wives and girlfriends who, if just for a second, fantasise about what my unknown dick might feel like as it penetrated them…
But tonight, my cock is yours alone.
As the door swings wide, my eyes adjust rapidly to the softly lit room and my eyes come to rest on your beautiful form. You are draped back into the unending stack of pillows on our bed, your coppery hair slightly tousled and falling over your right eye. The light catches your face perfectly, the shadows adding an air of seductive intrigue, and the play of the soft light across your firm breasts simply serves to draw attention to your outfit. You have clearly dressed to make me melt: red lace is the order of the day. A tasteful, demi-cut bra gently pushes your breasts up, subtly highlighting the asset and barely covering your already erect nipples. My eyes trace down over your taught stomach and onto your waist, where your garter belt is framing your hips and drawing my attention further down to where a pair of low rise briefs just barely covers your mound. My gaze lingers on the intricate fabric of the panties, and I imagine the treat that awaits beneath their delicate lace pattern. The outfit is completed by a pair of sheer red nylon stockings adorning your long, toned legs, the furthest of which is slightly bent as if to refocus my wandering attention back onto what lies beneath your panties.
I don’t know how long I stand there, awed by the gorgeous sight before me. Eventually, you hold out a hand, inviting me to join you. I decide that two can play at the teasing game, though a little part of my soul screams that I should just tear off both of our clothes and take you right then and there. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt. I work from top to bottom, letting the shirt gradually fall open as I work my way down. I watch with some satisfaction as your eyes hungrily trace the progress of my hands until the last button comes apart and your eyes dart, unconsciously, to my well-defined pectorals. I pull my hands behind my back, shrug my shoulders and gently pull down on the loose fitting shirt. It falls away, leaving my chest thrust forward and the definition of my upper arms on display for you. Your eyes never move from their vantage point surveying this spectacle, and using this to my advantage I pivot, drop the shirt, and clasp my hands behind my head. I flex my arms and back for you, holding my stomach tight to accentuate the v shape of my torso, and I am rewarded with a soft “oh, fuck….”.
Your voice trails off and I turn around slowly, my hands naturally falling to my belt buckle. Your eyes can’t help but follow, coming to rest on the stretched mound at the front of my jeans. I flick the tongue of the belt open and quickly undo my jeans before slowly working them down over my ass and legs. I cycle to and from work, not far, but enough that I know my legs and ass have nice definition. Especially my thighs, as my jeans drop down revealing how the hems of my trunk style briefs are held firm by the slab of muscle… The view is yours to choose from all my body, but you now have eyes for only one thing. Releasing my cock from the confines of my jeans has sent a shockwave from tip to base, and you can see, as much as I can feel, the uncontrollable throbbing of the engorged shaft through the thin fabric of my briefs. I step out of my discarded jeans and move towards the bed…
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