Jennifer always loved to play dress up.
When my boyfriend and I went on holiday after two months apart, I decided in advance that he was going to get some rather spectacular room service. Slipping into the bathroom before he’d fully woken up one morning, I pulled something out of my suitcase that had made me wet at first sight when I’d spotted it in a fetish shop over a month ago. A French maid’s outfit consisting of a satin bustier, G-string, suspenders, a head-dress that doubled as a blindfold and a pair of black fuck-me heels. A cliché undoubtedly, but a gloriously anticipated one all the same. In my excitement I pulled the G-string up higher than intended, tweaking my clit in my haste and triggering a rush of juices. I was ready to pounce.
The look on his face as I strutted through the door was incredible, as was the instantaneous hardening of his cock.
“You look amazing,” he croaked as he sat up on the edge of the bed, his eyes resting on my curves. My nipples tingled under his gaze. I straddled him, feeling his dick warm against my thigh, and kissed him urgently, but he broke away to reach for his own suitcase. As he dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of my eyes my pussy throbbed with anticipation. Turns out he’d planned a surprise for me too!
Pushing my willing body down, he cuffed my hands above my head and pulled the blindfold over my eyes. Helpless and robbed of sight, the sensation of his tongue as he started to give me oral through the fabric of the G-string was intense, and knowing that he would taste my juices through the material made me cream more. Nudging the string to one side he slowly circled a single rough finger around the lips of my c**t, spreading the wetness until it covered my upper thighs, sometimes entering me to the first joint of his index finger before retracting teasingly and making me moan with desire.
Suddenly, without warning, he started finger fucking me with his index and middle fingers, stroking my clit with his thumb. Gasping and shuddering, I was on the point of climax, but he wasn’t going to let me get off that easily. Pulling away and guiding me into a sitting position, my hands still restrained, he pressed the tip of his cock to my lips while he stood over me. Eagerly I took it in my mouth, lapping up his salty pre-come with my tongue, understanding that my own satisfaction now depended on pleasing him. Unable to see what I was doing I was guided by his sharp intakes of breath as I hit the right spot and the involuntary clutching of my hair as his hand rested on the back of my head. All too soon he pulled away again, this time dragging me up with him before twisting back onto the edge of the bed so that I straddled him once more.
Hearing the rustle of the condom wrapper I brought my hands down to push my G-string aside and, rubber on, he entered me, his swollen cock feeling bigger and harder inside me than ever before. Just the smell of his sweat and the sound of his shallow breathing made me want to come immediately but I held back as I started to ride him, whimpering in my lust. As I sped up my blindfold slipped and I was suddenly face to face with him, the shock sending a thrill through us both.
His thumb found my clit again, rubbing it with each movement I made. The friction proved too much and with a cry of, “Oh fuck! Fuck!” I came hard, my thighs trembling. Feeling my pussy clenching against him brought my boyfriend along with me and he clutched my body hard as he gave one long final deep thrust inside me. Shuddering we sank back onto the bed in a daze.
I’ll definitely be playing dress up again.
