Thursday Can Be a Real Good Day

Thursday can be a real good day

I realized, after talking to you, it was a Thursday.

I have an image of you standing in front of a full length mirror.

FMPs Black heels, maybe 3 inches, maybe higher.

No thigh hi's, no stockings, no pantyhose, no panty. (its summer)

Sleeveless blue satin dress begins right above your knees.

The blue satin dress hugs your body in just the right parts.

Earrings, necklace, rings.

Dark red fingernails, matching your toes.

Examining yourself carefully in the mirror, no panty lines today.

Wishing you could go braless, but you can't.

Enjoying the scent of your "Beautifull".

Shaking your head just a bit to see the sheen of your just shampooed hair.

Red lipstick.

You know you're a tease.

You need attention.

Your mind drifts off.

You feel a man standing behind you.

You don't turn around.

You feel the thumbs and middle fingers of a man touching your bare shoulders.

You close your eyes and you feel the two sets of fingers slowly run down your bare arm.

The strange hands stop at your elbow.

He grips your elbow slightly tighter and runs his finger across the crevice of your inner elbow.

You step back slightly, into him.

Thru the satin you feel his belt buckle against your back.

He moves his fingers back up your arm until he is able to touch the edge of your dress.

He runs his fingers across your shoulder,

Against the edge of the dress,

Touching the dress and bare skin at same time.

Now you're glad you're wearing that bra

Your body would give you away.

But you wish you didn't have a bra on.

You want him to see your nipples sticking out of the blue satin dress.

You want him to know that he is exciting you.

He opens both hands and puts then on your waist.

He runs his hands up and down your ribs over your blue satin dress.

He loves the feel of the material on your body.

You love that he loves it.

You push back into him.

His hands come around to your belly.

He opens both hands

Spreads them over your belly

You feel yourself shiver

Again, your body gives you away.

You want to control this puppy.

He wraps his arms around you tight.

Pulls you into him.

You feel hands all over

Rubbing, caressing, probing, exploring.

You lean back tighter.

You feel his heat as he moves his face towards your bare neck

He gets close, stops to take a short whiff of the perfume

He puts his lips on the side of your neck

Runs his lips up the side of your neck until he goes behind your ear lob

He gently kisses your ear lob.

Then your ear

You want to turn to him, to kiss his lips

He holds you tight, you can't turn around

You submit and let him kiss your ear lob

He opens his mouth a drop and his tongue touches the inside of your ear.

You try to turn to kiss him again,

He is holding you tighter.

You may be the attention whore.

But this puppy is strong

He allows you to turn half way

Then he runs his hands up and down your body

One hand in front

The other hand in back

He is having his way

You allow it

You love it.

He loosens his grip enough so you can turn around

You wrap your arms around his neck

You press into him

The two hungry mouths find each other

Through your blue satin dress you feel his jacket, tie, belt buckle

It tickles.

You begin to open his shirt buttons

You reach in to feel his hairy chest

He puts his hands on your waist

Reaches around and puts both hands on your ass

One hand on each cheek

No panties, its Thursday

Squeezes

Pulls you into him

Your groin is tightly up against his.

You feel his excitement.

His need

His desire

You grind against his hardening desire.

He reaches under your blue satin dress

His hand on your bare inner thigh

You push him away

Wait!

Deep breath

wait

You grab his tie and loosen it

Fully unbutton his shirt

In one move, you pull off his jacket, tie and shirt, toss it away

Kneeling down

Open belt, unzip, and pull down pants with under shorts, one motion

It springs to attention, pointing to you

Pointing to the attention slut

Push him down on bed

Pull off pants with shoes and socks, one motion

He stands to come to you

You turn your back on him

Unzip me!

He fumbles, but competes your command

You turn back; push him back down on to the bed

You step back

You pull the sleeveless sleeves to each side

Wiggle, shake, wiggle

The blue satin dress slides down

The FMPs stay on

You have all his attention

A growing attention

His eyes move up and down your body

You can feel his eyes

He stands again, he never learns

You turn your back again

Unhook!

He unhooks with determination

He gets so close you can feel his still growing attention poking your ass

You smile, inside

Let him wonder

The bra dangles

You pull it off

The extra large black olives are on full display

He smiles

He can't hide it, doesn't care

You push him back down on the bed again.

Its fun

The attention whore wants to see if you're paying enough attention

She kneels down

The purple throbbing circumcised zucchini is begging for attention

You kiss the tip

That's all the attention it gets

You stand up

His attention belongs to you

You are the whore

The attention slut

Slutty attention whore

His eyes never leave your body

Inside, you giggle

Outside, you're not impressed

You bend to pick up the dress

Let him watch

More attention

Bend again for the bra

Even more attention

You feel those eyes

It feels good

Damn good

He is sitting on the edge of the bed

He gets pushed down again

Laying down, it looks like Saturn Rocket ready to blast off

You know, like what puts the space shuttle in orbit

Like that, just purple and throbbing, still growing

A rocket with two fuel cells waiting on the launch pad

You want a ride

You want a ride into space

You want to leave the atmosphere

You want to travel somewhere, somewhere far away

You want to ride that rocket

You motion to him, move up!

He moves up the bed

On you knees you get on the bed

Just dressed in the FMPs

He is a large man

You straddle him

Position yourself into the right angle

You know this won't be difficult

Your ready

Very ready

You lower yourself down

It slides right in

You push down hard

It feels good

Up, then down hard again

You grind it

You reposition for deeper grinding

You're in control

You have all his attention

He reaches up for the olives

He wraps his hands around the mounds that hold the olives

Allowing the olives freedom....for now

You lean into his hands

You're still in control

Attention, attention

He holds your mounds and lifts you up a bit

He begins to push up from under

He pushes, he pushes

You learn the rhythm

You move to meet him

He pushes up, you push down

He pushes again, at same time you push down

You want to lean down, put your hands on his shoulders

Control the rhythm

But his arms are longer than yours

So you can't

He keeping pushing from underneath

You need to push back from above

You really need to push back

He pushes harder

And faster

You need to keep up

Really, really need to keep up

He raises he knees up

Restricting your movement

Forcing you to ride higher

You want to ride deeper but this feels different

Feels better

Not deeper, just better

If you could get your hands down on his shoulders

You could control the rhythm

But you can't, arms too short

So he controls the rhythm

You try to force yourself down

He pinches the olives

Uses your mounds like handles

Makes you move up higher and down harder

Up and down

Using your knees to go up

He meets you on the way back down

He pinches the olives again

Twists them, just a little, pulls a little too

You look at him, right into his eyes

He looks back, right thru you

He pinches again, twists, and pulls.

You realize you have no control of the ride

You pull your feet with the FMPs up and dig the heels into his calves

He is smiling

So is she

Sounds:

Mattress squeaking

The sound of wet flash slapping against more wet flesh

Moans

Grunts

More moans

More grunts

Faster squeaks

Sloppy wet slapping

Synchronized, rhythmized, goes on for what seems hours

Sweat

Who knows whose sweat

All sweat looks the same

Tastes the same.

Salty, wet

Four Words:

Oh

Yes

God

Now

There are sixteen combinations of those words, all were used. Over and over.

Then nothing, nothing

Two bodies, collapsed on each other

Well, ok, she was on top

Its how it all started.

She wanted to be on top.

He let her.