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  Love Shots #9

  Tension & Release

  Roxy Callahan

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  Tension

  Release

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  Dallas, Texas

  Tension

  There are a lot of things that get me excited about having sex with my boyfriend, Wyatt. One of them is having just had sex with him. The holding and touching and afterglow all lead me to waking up the next morning wanting to do it all over again.

  We had a romantic night the evening before—a nice meal, conversation, and then making love before going to bed. So that next morning when I saw Wyatt lying asleep next to me, I was wired and turned on. I wanted not just that romantic lovemaking. I wanted to fuck him or, even better, to have him fuck me.

  I made coffee and then jumped in the shower. I was thinking about Wyatt, and I was so horny that I actually started to touch myself, something I don’t do very often. I stopped myself with the idea that this could turn into a really hot morning sex encounter, which was pretty much all I wanted at that point.

  I dried myself off and, with nothing but a towel on, walked into the bedroom. Wyatt wasn’t there. I had to laugh. There was a bed. It was morning. I was basically naked. I badly wanted to fuck, and I still had to hunt down my boyfriend.

  I eventually found him in the kitchen, where he had poured us both some coffee. I went up and kissed him good morning. As I did, I slid my hand down his chest and stomach and under his boxer shorts. I grabbed his dick with my hand, but before I could go on he said, “I'm sorry honey, you know there is nothing more I would like than to start the day off like that, but Debbie just called, and I told her we'd meet her and Matt for brunch at 10.”

  I looked at the clock. Ten o'clock was 30 minutes away. We could conceivably have had another quickie, with time for both of us to take a quick shower and then make it to brunch, but, dammit, I didn't want a quickie. I wanted a two-hour slow multiple position sexual extrLaurelganza. I slid my hand out of Wyatt's shorts and said, “Well, let's get going then. But don't be surprised if I can't stop myself and cop a feel every so often.”

  We both got ready. I wore a floral mini-dress with, of course, nothing underneath. As we were preparing to head out the door, Wyatt came up and hugged me from behind. He slid his hands down under the dress and caressed my breasts. “Just remember: Two can play this game,” he said and then pulled away. I smirked at him as he opened the front door.

  We usually have brunch every Sunday, and every so often it’s with friends, so I wasn't surprised when Wyatt said we were meeting people, but it did put any kind of sex on hold. Normally that's not a big deal, but I was unbelievably horny. Just watching him walk to the car with his ass tight in his pants was getting me excited.

  The trouble with my revealing to Wyatt that I was horny was that he had a history of teasing me. So after making it clear earlier that I had sex on the brain, Wyatt took every opportunity to push my buttons.

  At brunch (which was wonderful by the way), he slid his hand between my legs and tried to feel me up under the table. I squeezed my legs to stop him and shot him a dirty look, but he absolutely refused to take his hand away. The trouble was that squeezing my legs together with his hand there was getting me even hotter than I already was. But every time I loosened my hold, he'd slide his hand closer to my pussy. I wasn't mad or anything. Quite the opposite: I was kind of getting off on it, but I really was worried that our friends or a waitress would notice.

  I leaned over and kissed Wyatt on his ear and whispered, “You win. You get one feel, but then you stop.” As our friends were teasing us about how incredibly cute we were as a couple with our little kisses and sweet whispers, I spread my legs, and Wyatt slid his hand up. He stroked my pussy twice with his finger, and then pulled his hand away. I was incredibly turned on and didn't really want him to stop. I was getting really wet, which he now knew, but he didn't touch me again the rest of brunch. As I said, he’s a tease, and he knew exactly what he was doing—I was burning up with the thought of him sneaking one more feel the entire time we sat there. I don't know which was worse: Him copping the feel when I wasn’t prepared, or him not copping another feel after he pulled his hand away.

  We had agreed to go for a walk through Venice after brunch. It was Sunday, after all, and there would be a great opportunity to do some people-watching as we walked along the canals holding hands. We left the diner, a great greasy spoon off of Lincoln, and as Wyatt pulled away from the curb, I slid my hand along his thigh. It was my turn to be sinister!

  His comment, “Honey come on, I'm driving” had little effect. His khaki shorts were loose, and I slid my hand up under the leg. I caressed his cock through his underwear. He got hard in my hand very fast, and any further protests were cut off by sounds like “mmm” and “ahhhh.”

  The drive was short, but I had time to really use my fingers to turn Wyatt on. As we pulled up to the parking lot, I continued to stroke his cock through his underwear, smiling sweetly at him the whole time.

  I was waiting for what was coming next, and I wasn't disappointed: “Great honey, I can't leave the car with this hard-on.”

  “Sure you can. Just adjust yourself in your shorts. Isn't that what boys do?” I once again smiled sweetly at him and got out of the car. He got out of the car and stood up. He rather obviously adjusted his crotch as I walked around and took his hand. He fell behind me, and put his arms around me from behind. He didn't cop a feel or caress me, but he pressed his cock firmly against my ass.

  “Now don't you wish there were no clothing between us and we weren't in public?”

  Not to be outdone, I rubbed my ass up and down against his crotch and replied over my shoulder, “Well, I wish there were no clothing between us. The public thing? Not a big deal.”

  The sexual tension was incredible. It was clear that all either one of us wanted to do was have sex, and all either one of us could do was think about sex, but we kept doing public things that ruled sex out.

  We started our walk, and it was beautiful. We didn't talk about sex, but the feeling was in the air the whole time. Actually, the fact that we couldn't really touch or caress each other in any kind of sexual way on the walk only made my feelings that much more intense.

  Unfortunately, after our walk we had to visit both our families later in the day, which I had conveniently forgotten. Somewhere along the way we had set up a very full Sunday, and when I woke up all I could think about was fucking Wyatt. All the other stuff fell into the background

  Wyatt's family got us during the day, while we were going to be having dinner with my family. This made the day even crazier, as we both knew that there was no way we would be having sex until nine at the earliest.

  We both gave up any pretense of teasing and just out-and-out masturbated each other in the car on the way to his mom and dad's house. I stroked his cock through his underwear while he drove, and he fingered my pussy under my dress. When we arrived at his parents' house we had to take a couple minutes to arrange ourselves.

  It was as if the visit was designed to drive us both crazy—Wyatt's family is the kind where the guys go and do guy talk while the women gather a
nd talk girl talk. At one point, Wyatt came up to me and whispered, “Meet me in the bathroom,” and casually walked down the hall. I followed him right away. I was thinking of giving him a blow job or having him lick me out with him on his knees, but while I was following Wyatt to the bathroom, his sister joined me. As Wyatt walked into the bathroom, his sister very kindly said, “Oh, you can go next after Wyatt finishes. I can wait.” She then proceeded to talk about her kids, while we waited for Wyatt. Dammit. I couldn't join Wyatt in the bathroom for any kind of fun with his sister waiting outside.

  By the time we left for my parents' house the closest we got to any physical affection was holding hands at the door as we said goodbye.

  We then proceeded to once again masturbate each other in the car on the way to my parents' house. I could tell that Wyatt was on the edge, because I could feel his pre-cum start to soak through his underwear as I stroked him. As for me, I had been pretty much wet all day long.

  At my mom and dad's, we had more freedom to be near each other, but it was one conversation after another before dinner. We sat next to each other at dinner, but we didn't really have any opportunity to sneak a feel or tease one another. We finally left a little bit after eight o’clock.

  As we both slid into our seats, Wyatt leaned over and we both shared a long kiss, our hands freely wandering over each other. Times like these are when I really wished Wyatt would go commando more often. I could just reach up the leg of his shorts and enjoy the touch of skin.

  Anyway, as Wyatt started to put his seatbelt on, I stopped him. “Enough of this underwear bullshit. I want to hold your cock in my hand.”

  Wyatt then unzipped his shorts and worked his cock out. I started to stroke him as he put his seatbelt on. He was already slippery with pre-cum, and as he started driving back to our house, we both stroked each other. As Wyatt pulled into the driveway, I undid my seatbelt and leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. I slid my head up and down on it a few times and then sat up.

  “Okay, if we wait any longer I'm going to explode,” I said.

  “Me too,” Wyatt replied, as we both re-assembled our clothes and started toward the path that led to the house and the bedroom.

  The real delight of sexual tension is the explosion of pleasure when it is relieved, and after a day of foreplay I was looking forward to an intense explosion of pleasure.

  Release

  Wyatt closed the door, and as I started up the stairs he grabbed my arm and gently but firmly pulled me toward him. We pulled each other into a tight embrace, and I could feel his hardness pressed against me as we kissed passionately. He ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass under my dress, pulling me against him and pressing his cock against my pussy. All I could think was that I wanted this fucking dress off, because that cock had to be touching my skin or I would go crazy. I reached down to start to undo his shorts when he slid his lips down to my neck and started kissing and nibbling on my neck.

  Now kissing my neck generally gets the “Stop that, you're tickling me!” response, but tonight it felt like heaven. I just grabbed him and held on as all I could really do was moan. As he kissed my neck, he slid his hand between my legs and pressed his fingers against my pussy. “God, you are so wet,” he whispered, as he slid a finger inside me. I still wanted to feel, suck, lick, and caress his cock in the worst way, but he was taking control, and his raw desire was an incredible turn-on as every single one of his touches seemed to be perfect.

  I reached down and felt his hard cock through his shorts as he slid his finger in and out of my pussy. He caressed my clit a few times and then brought his hand up and held my shoulders in both his hands as he looked me straight in the eye. With a firm grasp and barely restrained passion, he said, “I've been waiting all day for this, and I'm not going to wait any longer.” With that he kissed me on the lips and then knelt down on his knees in front of me. He slid my mini-dress up above his head and gently pushed my legs apart.

  As I pulled my dress over my head, I felt his lips brush against my pussy in a long kiss. I don't know which was a greater turn on, the fact he was licking my pussy while I was getting undressed, or the firm barely controlled passion of his actions. He didn't ask me if I wanted oral sex, he simply said he wasn't going to wait for it, and that just broke me.

  He used his hands to caress and squeeze my ass and legs as his tongue licked my pussy lips. He licked them and then sucked on them. It was as if he was slowly working his way in, and it felt unbelievable. I can't believe my legs didn't give out. He continued by sliding his tongue inside my pussy and licking every inch his tongue could reach. By this point the passion, the crackling sexual energy, and his tongue had me close to orgasm. I've come with him licking me so many times in the past I've lost count, but this time I was ready so much faster. At one point he slid his tongue into my pussy from the bottom, and then ran his tongue up to the top, stopping at the top to lick my clit. As he licked my clit in every way he could, I just lost it. I grabbed his head and with both hands pushed his face into my pussy. I don't even know if he was helping, all I know is that I started thrusting my hips against his mouth and tongue. I could feel my orgasm coming, and it hit me like fire with my pussy grinding against Wyatt's mouth and his tongue doing some magical dance on my clit. I pulled his head away as I just let the orgasm course through me. I opened my eyes and looked down at Wyatt on his knees, smiling at me.

  “This evening is so not over,” I panted.

  “Oh, it's just gotten started.” Wyatt finished undressing me, which at this point consisted of simply taking off my shoes. As he stood up, he kissed me lightly on the lips. After his kiss, I reached down to undo his shorts. I really wanted his cock just then, even if it was just to hold in my hand for a moment before we went upstairs.

  Wyatt took my hand and said, “Go upstairs and get comfortable. I'll bring up some wine and join you in a second.”

  “No way mister, you're not going anywhere until I get to see your dick.” I reached down again and unzipped his shorts. He didn't say anything as I pushed them down his legs. His cock was straining against his boxer briefs. I leaned up on my tip toes and kissed him as I slid my right hand down the front of his underwear. I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed. It was very hard, and all I wanted was to feel it in my body just then. I started to push down his briefs, when Wyatt pulled away and said, “Now, now. I need to get the wine. You go upstairs and get comfortable.”

  I was about to complain when he just walked right out of the entryway toward the kitchen. For a moment I considered following him into the kitchen, forcibly pushing him to the ground and riding his cock right there on the kitchen floor, but he wanted this, and I trusted that it would work out even better later. So I walked up the stairs to the bedroom, leaving my dress on the floor behind me.

  I pulled the corners of the comforter down and fluffed up the pillows. As I crawled into bed Wyatt walked in, naked and carrying two glasses of wine. I laughed and asked him where his clothes were. He said they were with mine and smiled. I loved that we left a trail of clothes up the steps to the bedroom.

  Wyatt handed me a glass of wine and held his up. He said, “All good things come to those who wait,” and took a long sip.

  I took a drink and replied, “Well, I've been waiting all day, so there better be some very good things coming.” I set my glass on the nightstand, moved over in the bed, and patted the sheets. Wyatt took another drink, put his glass on the nightstand, and crawled in next to me.

  One of the benefits of his getting the wine was that his hard on had softened considerably. One of my all-time favorite things is to feel Wyatt's cock get hard in my mouth. This was just too great an opportunity to pass up. I had waited all day to enjoy his cock, and I wasn't about to wait any longer. As Wyatt snuggled up next to me, I pushed all romantic niceties aside and just slid myself down along his body. I didn't want to risk him getting hard, so I didn't even tease him by kissing and licking his thighs or stomach or balls. I just slid
down, got on my hands and knees and took his cock in my mouth.

  I can't begin to describe how delicious he tasted and how wonderful he felt. His entire cock was in my mouth, with my lips pressed against his body. I just savored the feeling of him slowly filling my mouth as he got harder and harder.

  As his cock started to press against my throat, I knew that I was going to deep-throat him. I was in the perfect position, with me on top and able to control the angle, and, perhaps more importantly, I badly wanted it. I didn’t do it very often as it was a little difficult, but we had been on such a sexual high all day I wanted to go all the way with everything.

  I pulled up and let his cock slide out of my mouth. I took his cock in my left hand and licked the head of it for a bit. I then looked up at Wyatt and said, “God I love your cock.”

  After running my tongue up and down the shaft and licking his balls, I put my hand back on his thigh and took him in my mouth. I pushed myself up on my hands and sucked hard on Wyatt's cock. I slid my head up and down on it, my mouth fucking his cock. I pushed down, feeling his cock slide against my throat. I pushed down harder and his cock pressed into my throat.

  I pressed down a little harder and I felt my nose touch Wyatt's smooth abdomen. I pushed my lips forward and felt them brush skin. I pulled up, sliding Wyatt's cock out of my mouth and then pushed down and slid it back into my throat.

  I was at the point where my throat was totally relaxed, and I slid Wyatt’s cock in and out. I took him all the way in, feeling my nose against his skin. I held him there for a moment, his dick all the way inside me, my lips pressed against the top of his balls and the base of his abdomen.

  There is something about being filled by a cock that turns me on. Pussy, mouth, ass—it doesn’t matter. Just feeling my man inside me is amazing. I can’t explain it—I just love the feeling. I took him all the way in one more time, finishing with my lips against his body and just holding it, just enjoying the fullness of him.