This story is based on a fantasy we were recently informed about by our friend and frequent commenter Mia Wallace. I have found myself thinking about it quite a bit, and when you read it I think you’ll understand why!

The lights are low as I step into the bedroom, but not so low that I can’t see the erotic display in front of me. You are naked, lying on your back with your legs invitingly open. Your hands caress your legs, gently rubbing them as though afraid to get too close to that most magical of spots.

Vincent is kneeling close to your head. He is also naked, his beautiful cock hanging above your head. You want it, that much is very clear. You lick your parched lips, your tongue moistening your mouth in anticipation of receiving him, but he is just out of reach. Glancing down at your body, he strokes himself intently, his hand softly brushing your face as he does.

Even in the dim light I am spellbound by what I have walked into. I stand in the doorway, not wanting to make a sound as I watch. Your fingers finally come to rest between your thighs and you touch yourself, each motion exactly as you like it. Vincent continues to play as well, his hands moving quickly as he pleasures himself. As his movements grow more rapid, so do yours. You want his taste, the feel of him between your lips. You try to touch him with your tongue, but all you can reach are his knuckles as he continues to stroke.

Almost as much as the sight, the sounds of your play turn me on greatly: Your impassioned moans, the sounds of your fingers dancing across your wetness, even the quiet squeak of the mattress. It is then that I realize that I haven’t taken a breath since I discovered the two of you like this. I inhale quietly, so afraid that my intrusion will be noticed, that you will lose your rhythm or, even worse, that I will be asked to leave.

Anticipating your climaxes, I feel myself growing very wet. I slip one hand inside my pajama pants, all too aware of the sound of my heartbeat, loud in my ears. Silently I pray for it to slow down before one or both of you notice my presence and stop what you are doing. I tend to my arousal, feeling my wetness on my fingertips, and begin to slowly graze my excited clit. As I do, Vincent notices me standing in the doorway. As our eyes meet my heart skips a beat. I’m busted! Still, he doesn’t stop what he is doing. When you look up at me, smile sexily, and beckon me to the bed, I know everything is okay. By the time I reach the bed, my pajamas are crumpled on the floor.

I climb up onto the bed and crawl over to you. Our bodies come together, our breasts squashing together like ripe peaches. Our lips meet, and as we share a long-awaited kiss I am aroused not only by the taste of your mouth and the fragrant scent of your skin so close to my nose, but by the realization of a fantasy coming true. As I press my mouth to yours, you push your tongue between my lips. It isn’t a sweet, ladylike peck. It’s a steamy and intense kiss, one that burns with passion.

When we stop kissing, I make my way down your body, just as Vincent gives in and allows you the reward you’ve been craving. As your lips encircle him, I cup your breasts with both hands and softly undulate my palms over your nipples, then follow it up with my mouth. I feel so naughty! I’ve never done this before! The excitement sends blood rushing to my own nipples, making them harder than they were before. I look up and watch as you enjoy your feast before diving back down, sucking each nipple into my mouth and tracing a circle around it with my tongue before continuing on my way. I kiss your soft belly, your lovely hips, your smooth thighs and down to your pretty feet before retracing my steps, following the kiss-trail back upward.

You are so turned on that you can hardly stand it, and the fervor with which you suck Vincent’s magnificent treat is proof. My cheeks softly caress your inner thighs as I settle into place, the beautiful and delicate flower before me begging for the pleasures of my mouth. This is something else that I’ve never done before, but I am so ready. Your clit peeks out like the stamen of a daffodil, and as I give it a gentle lick I feel your body shudder. Then I trace a pattern along your juicy lips as though practicing my signature using my tongue.

I re-focus my attention on your clit, sucking it hungrily as though it were a cock. The more I lick, the deeper you take Vincent’s cock. The sounds he makes are sexy and they inspire me to take things further, touching you with my fingers as my tongue continues its erotic dance. I close my lips over your clit and gently suck on it. Your body tenses as I devour you, sucking with an intensity I can’t control. I feel your thighs pressing against my cheeks and I know that whatever I am doing is working. Vincent’s moans signal his orgasm, but I don’t have to hear you moan to know that you are close.

Your body spasms as your muscles contract, and when your thighs finally relax, I can tell it’s over. You collapse back onto the mattress, satisfied at last. As you catch your breath, I get up from the bed and collect my pajamas before heading to the door.

“Where are you going?” I stop in my tracks as I hear your words. “It’s your turn.”

-Jill