My hand was in her panties. Sweat had accumulated between her legs from the heat of the day. She seemed inclined to let fresh air reach the folds I was caressing. There was no resistance. I was fixated on her breadth, listening to every hint she gave. Her lips tasted new. Her tongue moved differently than my wife’s.
Pressed against the wall, her black hair flowed down her partly unbuttoned top. She already had my dick wrapped in her hand. I started to thrust into her grip. My building excitement was coating her palm and fingers, lubing up this impromptu masturbation sleeve.
The rounded top of her breasts smelled of perfume. The front clasp of her bra popped and I cupped the presented offering. Her skin was enticingly soft. The nipple rolling between my fingers was wanting. Our squirms and grunts mixed as we went into a deeper kiss, lips tightly locked.
There was deliciously fluid cream between her legs. She was using her hips to alternately let my finger inside her and force her clit onto me. Meanwhile she was tightening her hold on my erection. My fucking motion in her hand was starting to produce sounds.
I quit her lips to concentrate on this mutual dance. She was using me for her entire pleasure. Two hands, one of mine and one of hers. Both for her pleasure. In that instant I wanted to bring her to the bed and put her down on her back, tits exposed, legs wide, mouth open. I wanted to take my dick to her pussy and fuck her relentlessly.
She had other ideas. “Keep rubbing and fuck my hand”, she intimated, facing down while looking up at me, the white of her eyes showing around the dark brown of the iris. Her free hand took hold of mine between her legs. She held my index and middle fingers tightly together, and knowingly started stroking her clit with them. Quickly at first, then more furiously as she cried.
Me, I exploded in an instant. But her climax rolled over her forever in waves of muscle contractions and deep vocal breaths.
I was initially unsure what to think of this hurried encounter. After all, we had just walked in. Was that all I’d be able to recount to my wife later?
I needed not worry. An hour later, both naked in bed, she was sucking my dick, approving of the returning erection, when she asked “Can you get your wife on the phone?”