Red Innocence
There was something sexy about costumes, wearing a little something that indulged a fantasy of both partners. Olivia had learned that early, first by requests, then in order to indulge her own fantasy while benifiting her partner also. Sometimes it was a certain dress, a wig, maybe even a pair of underwear that were sexy and reveling. She had dressed up for a few men, acted in a way befitting the costume, batting her lashes, calling them pet names - it was always just a game. With Jimmy it was always different, she very rarely played games with him, simply because they were exploring themselves. Olivia was shy around her new partner, worried that their games would go wrong, she would make a mistake like in Miami.
Though she was interested in making him happy, doing things differently, teasing, while keeping him interested. For some reason the young woman wondered about the other women he had been with in the past. Like all new girlfriends, she was curious, and he was very much a quiet person, secretive and selective with the information he gave her. Olivia knew that most of it was because he was protecting her, but with all secrets she was insecure. So she decided to try something different for when he came home that day . . .
She was leaning against the counter, elbows propped up on either side of her American History text book as she waited for him to come home. The outfit was a simple one, red lacy garter belt, white stockings and red heels that made her a little closer to his six foot tall height. The red stood out against her tan flesh, the straps carefully following the curves of her ass and thigh, holding up the delicate, sheer fabric of the stockings that she had perchased some time months ago for no real reason except that it felt wonderful against her skin. She was having a tough time concentrating on the in front of her, she had to read for class - Mr. Miller the history teacher delighted in giving pop quizes and he hadn't given in a week so he was due. It was difficult, despite getting use to walking around naked in the apartment, in front of him there was something different about waiting for the soul purpose of arousing someone.
With a sigh she brushed the dark silky hair that was carefully parted into pig tails away from her face - blowing at the errant strands mindlessly. She was about to give up when she heard the door downstairs open and shut, the slam of the door caused her heart to race, pounding in her chest she gripped the edges of her book and once again tried to concentrate on the masacar during the civil war. Heavy steps up the stairs, each one driving a pang of anxiety and need straight through her to her stomach. Swallowing hard she paused when she heard the key, every single second, every single moment she could feel her palms begin to get damp and wet with nervousness - she was about to scream when the door finally opened.
She stared at the book and he causually kicked off his shoes and greeted her like he normally did - but stopped, and she could almost hear his jaw drop. That was just the reaction she was going for, her stance, eager and open and right in his line of sight. They made small talk, more foreplay - until he finally came up behind her and started making light, gentle kisses. Caresses, mouth moving over smooth skin, pulling her close - drawing her in till she was trembling and tense against him. He could play her like a violin, plucking, and touching her until she cried out and sang beautifully.
Olivia freigned disinterest, staring at her book and flipping another page as he continued to nip and touch her body, fingers slid over her smooth, bare back, over the curve of her ass. She ground back against him, connecting with his clothed crotch, enjoying the sensual feel of the linen of his slacks against her smooth ass. His heat was intense, a shiver running down her spine, the bulge growing as she continued to grind and turn the pages of her book. He told her to continue on with her homework as he undid his belt, the clicking of the metal against metal as the leather was undone, a button and a zipper before there was a clatter and his pants and boxers fell to the floor. Eyes closed, she couldn't think of anything more arousing then that sound.
He pushed inside of her, cock filling her up, stretching her and she groaned loudly - giving into the pleasure of the moment, breaking the facade of disintrest. Hands grabbed the counter and she held herself up as he started thrusting, her body began to bounce and shake and it was impossible to read the words when his cock slammed into her. She was dripping down him, eyelids fluttering as she tried to keep her moans and cries to a minimum. Playing their game, enjoying the pleasure he gave to her while his strong body pressed against her back, breath hot against her neck and ear. Moaning, panting, that wild animal that he reminded her of, whispering between thrusts, grunting as they moved together, a hand sliding up her stomach to her breast. Rubbing and caressing her, tugging on a nipple until her cheek was against the pages of her history book.
Screaming out she came, and he followed - his body trembling as his fingers continued to grip the edge of the counter, hips continuing to slam against her ass until they both slowed. He pulled out and she opened her eyes, straightening up she felt dazed, and when she glanced over her shoulder he looked daze. Giving her a grin he gave her a final pinch before telling her to finish up with her homework. He pulled away to head to the shower and she quickly caught up with him, a kiss, two before a promise of meeting her in bed. She watched him move, grinning like a fool enjoying the view that he presented her. She walked back to her book, closed it and headed back to the bedroom. Changing, she grabbed her book, and Mr. Bear, waiting for the big bear of the man that was showering in the bathroom a few feet away.
Though she was interested in making him happy, doing things differently, teasing, while keeping him interested. For some reason the young woman wondered about the other women he had been with in the past. Like all new girlfriends, she was curious, and he was very much a quiet person, secretive and selective with the information he gave her. Olivia knew that most of it was because he was protecting her, but with all secrets she was insecure. So she decided to try something different for when he came home that day . . .
She was leaning against the counter, elbows propped up on either side of her American History text book as she waited for him to come home. The outfit was a simple one, red lacy garter belt, white stockings and red heels that made her a little closer to his six foot tall height. The red stood out against her tan flesh, the straps carefully following the curves of her ass and thigh, holding up the delicate, sheer fabric of the stockings that she had perchased some time months ago for no real reason except that it felt wonderful against her skin. She was having a tough time concentrating on the in front of her, she had to read for class - Mr. Miller the history teacher delighted in giving pop quizes and he hadn't given in a week so he was due. It was difficult, despite getting use to walking around naked in the apartment, in front of him there was something different about waiting for the soul purpose of arousing someone.
With a sigh she brushed the dark silky hair that was carefully parted into pig tails away from her face - blowing at the errant strands mindlessly. She was about to give up when she heard the door downstairs open and shut, the slam of the door caused her heart to race, pounding in her chest she gripped the edges of her book and once again tried to concentrate on the masacar during the civil war. Heavy steps up the stairs, each one driving a pang of anxiety and need straight through her to her stomach. Swallowing hard she paused when she heard the key, every single second, every single moment she could feel her palms begin to get damp and wet with nervousness - she was about to scream when the door finally opened.
She stared at the book and he causually kicked off his shoes and greeted her like he normally did - but stopped, and she could almost hear his jaw drop. That was just the reaction she was going for, her stance, eager and open and right in his line of sight. They made small talk, more foreplay - until he finally came up behind her and started making light, gentle kisses. Caresses, mouth moving over smooth skin, pulling her close - drawing her in till she was trembling and tense against him. He could play her like a violin, plucking, and touching her until she cried out and sang beautifully.
Olivia freigned disinterest, staring at her book and flipping another page as he continued to nip and touch her body, fingers slid over her smooth, bare back, over the curve of her ass. She ground back against him, connecting with his clothed crotch, enjoying the sensual feel of the linen of his slacks against her smooth ass. His heat was intense, a shiver running down her spine, the bulge growing as she continued to grind and turn the pages of her book. He told her to continue on with her homework as he undid his belt, the clicking of the metal against metal as the leather was undone, a button and a zipper before there was a clatter and his pants and boxers fell to the floor. Eyes closed, she couldn't think of anything more arousing then that sound.
He pushed inside of her, cock filling her up, stretching her and she groaned loudly - giving into the pleasure of the moment, breaking the facade of disintrest. Hands grabbed the counter and she held herself up as he started thrusting, her body began to bounce and shake and it was impossible to read the words when his cock slammed into her. She was dripping down him, eyelids fluttering as she tried to keep her moans and cries to a minimum. Playing their game, enjoying the pleasure he gave to her while his strong body pressed against her back, breath hot against her neck and ear. Moaning, panting, that wild animal that he reminded her of, whispering between thrusts, grunting as they moved together, a hand sliding up her stomach to her breast. Rubbing and caressing her, tugging on a nipple until her cheek was against the pages of her history book.
Screaming out she came, and he followed - his body trembling as his fingers continued to grip the edge of the counter, hips continuing to slam against her ass until they both slowed. He pulled out and she opened her eyes, straightening up she felt dazed, and when she glanced over her shoulder he looked daze. Giving her a grin he gave her a final pinch before telling her to finish up with her homework. He pulled away to head to the shower and she quickly caught up with him, a kiss, two before a promise of meeting her in bed. She watched him move, grinning like a fool enjoying the view that he presented her. She walked back to her book, closed it and headed back to the bedroom. Changing, she grabbed her book, and Mr. Bear, waiting for the big bear of the man that was showering in the bathroom a few feet away.