My Own Sleeping Beauty

I arrive home from work late in the afternoon, hot and sticky with sweat. I have been unable to think of anything, but stripping off my clothes and climbing into the shower for the last hour now, but then…it all changes as I see you.

You are asleep on the bed. I know you always sleep naked and today is no exception. You only have a very thin, white sheet covering you; one long, smooth leg lies exposed. I can see the delicate peaks of your nipples poking through the cotton draped across your body. The contour of your most intimate area lies barely concealed, but no matter how many times I have seen you naked before, I cannot resist looking yet again.

I slowly begin to peel away the sheet, exposing first one beautiful breast and then the other. I desperately want to sink upon them, to take each rosy-red bud in my mouth, to feel them stiffen beneath my tongue and to gently close my teeth around them. But…I cannot. I don’t want to wake you just yet.

Slowly, I slip the sheet lower still, exposing your soft, flat tummy and your cute little belly button. Lower still I move, shivering in anticipation of the view between your legs. I take my time here. First, revealing the soft, waxed-smooth skin of your lower abdomen and then, unable to resist any longer, the wonderful swell of your pussy.

As I stare down at the beautiful woman beneath me I think, once again, how lucky I am.

You must be feeling the heat of the late afternoon too because your body lies open, your arms at your sides and your thighs parted quite wide.

I cannot help myself from staring between your legs, your beautiful, soft mound so inviting…entirely exposed…just for me.

I feel my balls tighten and my cock twitch inside of my jeans.

Are you really asleep I wonder? Or are you aware of me standing above you, my dick growing hard at the sight of your naked beauty?

I remove my shirt, desperate for relief from the oppressive heat. I feel the sweat trickle between my shoulder blades and down to the small of my back.

Slowly and gently, so as not to wake you, I crawl up onto the bed and between your legs. I love the sight of your pussy up close. You wax it smooth…just for me you say, although you know fine well I cannot resist playing with it, teasing it, when it is so smooth. I have a feeling that gives you more than a little pleasure yourself.

Today is no different. I have to touch it. I have to taste it. I can see your sweat glistening along the soft creases and want to run the tip of my tongue along them, to taste your salty skin within my mouth.

I blow softly up and down the length of your slit, pausing to aim my breath more directly against your hooded clit. Your body twitches and, involuntarily, you part your legs a little wider still.

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