Playdate 4

We’ve been making pleasant chit chat all year at our kids’ school drop-off …all without you knowing that I get wet at the mere thought of you.

Sometimes, when talking, you run your hand through your hair. My mouth goes dry, imagining my fingers entwined there, pulling firmly back to raise your lips to mine. Often, after we head back to our cars I just sit there with one hand down the front of my pants, fingers swirling over my soaking wet lips, letting my nails lightly graze my growing clit. The other hand inside my shirt, rubbing a perky little tit and squeezing my aching nipple.

I dream of inviting you over for coffee one morning…brushing against you “accidentally” while we talk at my kitchen counter and neither of us moves away from the social faux pas…I’m nervous and make a silly, self-deprecating comment about my usual weekday outfit of yoga pants or work-out clothes and you counter with something about loving the way my ass looks in those damned tight pants…

Surprised, I look to your eyes and you are staring straight into mine, brazenly. My legs go weak, My breath quickens, and there’s a hot rush to my cunt. Before I really know what’s happening my lips are on yours, soft, but urgent. I kiss down your gorgeous neck while your hands work my shirt up and unclasp my bra so fast, I gasp. Suddenly you’re mouth is devouring my tits, sucking, tugging on my nipples so hard I feel a tingling tide rising in my pussy..I moan and you look up at me with a wicked grin while your hand slides down my wet, wet pants. I buck my hips against your hand, unable to control myself.  I hear a moan escape your lips when you realize just how soaked I am and I ask, breathlessly, what you like. At first you don’t answer, you just pull your hand from my dripping panties and suck my sweet juice from your fingers like someone who’s famished. I grab your hips and pull them to mine so hard I may come just from the pressure of your hot mound against mine. You smile and whisper, hoarsely, “I like to grind.” We sink to the floor, right there in the kitchen. Propriety and our roles as wives and mothers be-damned. We’re a tangled, panting duo of greed and hunger as I pull off your jeans and plunge my face to your slick, wet panties. Licking at the wet streak, I pull them away and I can see you dripping…arching , pulling me up to grind, but first I need to smell you, bury my face, my nose, my tongue in your sweetness. I lap at your delicious kitty, so thirsty while you moan louder; “ohhhhh godddd, ohhh godddd, ohhh godddd!” My thirst satiated I move to satisfy my hunger. I rise up, licking and kissing your belly and your perfect fucking tits, then your neck, then your mouth. Our hard nipples graze each other and you pull my hips down on yours. I feel your hot, wet cunt against mine and ride you, tribbing so hard your moans get louder and I feel your throbbing clit kissing mine. You scream out; :Yes! Yessssss! I’m commmming!” and dig your fingernails into my ass just as the wave rolls over me and my pussy spasms, sending the delicious tingles to every reach of my body. We lay there, sweating, breathing, touching, not getting up…and…