Your lips, your breath, your hands on my body, the swell of your manhood pressing against me, ignite fires deep within. Walking, nearly tripping over ...ach other, while still kissing, we make our way across the room, articles of clothing dropping along the way. By the time we reach the bed, I am in nothing but my lacey bra and underwear and you in your pants. You take half a step back and look at me from head to toe. The desire in your eyes makes me wet with anticipation.I'm frantically trying. That night we left several cups in the sink and the coffee machine unwashed. I cleaned that machine early the next morning, physically drained yet buzzing with the thrill of what I’d seen and done and felt and tasted with my mature lover all through the night. For the next three months, every evening after work, when we’d properly cleaned and scrubbed the café, stacking the chairs on the tables before mopping the floor, with the coffee shop ready for business the following morning, my. The feel of this lovely wet dress against my body was a real turn on, even though I felt like I was doing something wrong. I did wear that dress in the bath several times but then stopped and tried to forget what I had done. A couple of years later the desire came back, and I tried again. This time it was secretly with my then girl friends stockings and suspenders. Wow, this was great and I was hopelessly hooked. I had to be careful not to get caught so it didn’t happen very often. Then a. "AHHH! AHHH!" moaned Charlotte, moving her hips violently up and down against my face making it difficult to stay where I was. As she slowed down, I slipped up her body and entered her quickly and began thrusting into her hard. Ohhh, ohhhhhhhhhh she said as she started shuddering into another smaller orgasm almost immediatly.While herpussy was still twitching around me I began to come and concentrated on the thought of her dropping an egg. Ughhhhhhhhhhh I muttered as I continued to pump myself.