Playdate

What a day! It seemed like I was the only one with a brain in the whole fucking place. Every little problem became mine and the fact that I had my own work to do didn't seem to matter. I walked into the apartment, took off my jacket and dropped my briefcase on the floor.

I heard music in the bedroom: soft pop. "Angie left the radio on, again," I muttered to myself as I moved down the hallway to the bedroom. Reaching the door, I was stopped dead in my tracks.

Angie was lying on the bed, propped up on a pile of what must be every pillow in the house. Her oriental satin robe lay open, revealing her body underneath. I leaned against the door frame, my shitty day vanishing at the same rate as the rising of my cock.

Angie is beautiful. When I look at her, I see the 14 year-old girl with whom I fell in love over 30 years ago. Her hair is a soft brown. If I look closely enough, I can spot the odd grey hair, but not at this distance. It is pulled back into a sloppy bun, the way she puts in up for a bath that has nothing to do with getting clean. Her eyes, a soft green-blue, are smoldering. They burn a hole into me, clear to my core. Around them, the slightest laugh lines, reminding me that we are not the kids we were when we met. There is a lifetime of living in those eyes and I feel a slight pang when I realize how much of it I have missed. Her full lips frame beautiful, if not perfect teeth. They are lips that were made for kissing and currently decorate her beautiful face with a Cheshire grin.

My eyes continue to take in the scene. I move down her neck, her shoulders, stopping at her breasts. They are soft and large, topped with smallish, hard, pink nipples. I think about those tits; how they feel to my hands and lips; how amazing the feeling when they are wrapped around my hard cock. Moving down her body, I see her belly partially hidden in her robe. It is her least favorite feature, yet I love it as much as any other part of her body. The soft, smooth curves it gives her are reminiscent of the classical beauties in a Rembrandt. I let my eyes roam to the sides, where her hips flare, then continue down her body.

Her legs are bent slightly, with her feet flat on the bed. She has spread them enough to provide me with a clear view of her most beautiful pussy. It is clean shaven, and I can see the swollen lips, already open and leaking her juices on the bed. She has obviously been like this for a little while. Knowing her, she could not wait for me to get home and started without me. The damp spot on the sheet confirms my suspicions.

I stand there, taking in the whole scene; the soft music, the candles, her beauty. I take a step and she holds up her hand, silently ordering me to stay. I return to my position, leaning against the doorway.

She begins to move her hands up and down her body, rubbing herself. As she reaches her tits, she takes the orbs into her hands and squeezes them. She rolls each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, tugging on them to make them grow. Without taking her eyes from me, she slowly raises one nipple to her mouth. Her tongue snakes out and draws a circle around the areola before flicking across the nipple. Then, she sucks the nipple into her mouth and a soft moan escapes her lips. The other breast, not to be left out, receives the same treatment. She looks at me and smiles. She knows what watching her suck her own tits, does to me. My hard-on, straining against my slacks, is proof that it is working.

Still cupping her left breast in her left hand, she slides her right hand down her belly to her wet pussy. There is no denying her excitement; a steady flow of cum leaks from her pussy, wetting her lips. Her scent reaches my nose, and my cock twitches jealously.

Angie begins to tease her pussy lips open with one manicured fingernail. She slowly slides it up and down her wet slit, spreading the juices around. She is taking great pains to make sure that I can clearly see her wet pussy slowly open to her finger. As she drags the nail across her clit, her body shudders. She slides first one, then two fingers into her wet pussy and begins to fuck herself with them. I see her reach in deeply, wriggling her fingers against her g-spot, eliciting more moans and quivers. Now her other hand moves down to stroke her clit.

In less than a minute, Angie is furiously fucking herself with three fingers and rubbing her clit hard. I know that she is close. Her breathing is rapid and labored. She moans soft epithets and coos my name. Suddenly, she clamps her legs together on her hands and screams her orgasm through clenched teeth. Her back arches, lifting her ass from the bed. Her head rolls back, raising her shoulders, so that the only parts of her body touching the bed are her feet and head. I see her cum squirt around her fingers as she cums again and again.

After what seems like a minute, she lowers her body to the bed, pulls her soaked fingers from her pussy, lies back and smiles.

"How was your day, Baby?" she asks, knowing full well that I can not remember anything that happened more than 10 minutes ago.