It was hard to believe that we had been living in our new home for nearly a month. We were setting in nicely, taking time to pick the perfect items for each room. We had carefully assembled many lovely furnishings.
The great room was the first to receive our signature marking. Upon entering the front door the room was highlighted by the back of a luxurious, deep, burgundy, leather section. Not only was it beautiful, it was functional in so many ways. The least of which was how it always felt cool to my pre-warmed cheats as you stoked my inner fires with your steel poker.
I still blush as I recall your method for insuring we selected the perfect specimen. For this particular shopping excursion I had defeat your favorite combination of a ridiculously short, black, denim dress paired with red heels that you swore showed off my stellar ass and shaped legs. The dress snapped all the way up to my cleavage. In order to walk comfortable I had to leave the last two closings opn. Had I known how you planned to test the couches I might have picked something with a greater degree of coverage.
On the other hand I wouldn’t have changed a thing. As we approached the first offering you pressed me to bend over the back and see if I could reach the front. You nudged me over so quickly I didn’t have time to process the need to grab ahold of the back of my dress. As it flipped up, I heard your quick intake of air punctuated by the approaching salesman’s “damn.” It was only then that you realized what I was not wearing underneath.
Your voice dripped with lust as you leaned over and grew in my ear, “This is going to be fun.”
With a playful swat on my bottom you declared that particular sofa was not quite right and held my dress down while guiding me back up.
“We need something with a bit higher back,” you instructed the dumbfounded, blushing, and nearly drooling, sales associate.
With a nod he led the way to the next selection. You drawed your arm around my wait as we followed. To my astonishment your hand snaked down my back, lifting my dress and grabbing my right cheek. I could feel the warm flush of shyness spread up my entire body as I realized you were intentionally exposing my bare bum to the entire store. I tried to pull the thin denim down, but you swatted my hand away.
“You asked for this Sweet Cheeks,” you chuckled in my ear. Your voice sang out lacened with amusement and hunger.
Looking down I realized that another snap had come undone inching dangerously close to exposing me on both sides. I had no choice but to hope no one saw as I held the front and you teased my ample globes.
A tall chain caught your eye as we followed the speechless salesman.
“Just a moment,” you called out “Let’s look at this one.”
The back of the chain hit just above my navel, but with the height of the heels and a little push from you I was able to bend over and grab the arm rest. I had to stand on tip toes to achieve this feat. Suddenly you kicked my heels out from under me, causing me to grab the other side of the back to keep from toppling over. There I was with my legs dangling and my skirt riding up and all I could do was held on for dear life. You rested your hand on the small of my back preventing me from standing back up.
“A leather section with a back closer to this height will do just fine,” you taunted as you reached between my legs and rubbed your hand across my wet snatch.
Just as quickly as you kicked off my shoes, you lifted me back to my feet. Bending in front of me you helped me step back into my heels and snapped the traitorous front of my dress closed with a wink.
“I believe we have one back here that you will ummm find to your likings,” the salesman stammered.
Taking my hand you walked me over to where the salesman had indicated. I had to admit the deep burgundy leather gleamed. Sliding my palm over it was like sinking into butter. Theback appeared to be the same height as the chain.
“This one is perfect,” I gushed, secretly hoping you would forget the testing.
“Oh no you don’t. We have to make sure. Come here,” you called from behind the back.
Luckily this one was placed at an angle facing the back corner of the showroom. The salesman had walked back towards the front to greet a couple of new visitors. We were alone or as alone as we could be on a busy Saturday.
I approached you and leaned over standing on tip toe attempting to maneuver myself into the position I knew you wanted. I hoped doing this without assistance would speed things along before anyone else could see.
“Good try, but not quite,” you smiled as you pushed me further over.
“I want to see exactly how this will look in our home. Spread your legs,” you commanded.
Complying I opened my legs and heard the snaps on the front of my dress start to pop open. I reached to hold them closed as you pushed me further over the couch.
“Don’t worry about that. Grab on or you are going to fall,” you directed.
Again you kicked my shoes off causing me to topple forward and catch the cushion. I was at your mercy. Just the way you wanted me.
“I think you can spread those legs farther than that,” you proclaimed as you opened my thighs, causing my clip to press into the cool leather.
“Oh my my words say you are embarrassed, but you are dripping wet Sweet Cheeks,” you teased as you dropped to your knees.
“Don’t be too loud in here,” you taunted just as I felt you spread my petals causing me to shudder.
You took my engorged lips between yours, giving me the most intense intimate kiss of my life. A gasp escaped as I caught my breath. Pulling away you gently held one lip between your teeth causing me to squeal and kick my legs. In response my nub slide against the cool leather, turning my squeals into soft moans. You sucked my other lip into your mouth and moaned around it, sending spasms through my core. I could feel my nectar build and drip down my inner tighs onto the sofa.
“Mmmmm that’s it Baby. Enjoy marking our new couch,” you encouraged as you slipped your hands under my hips lifting my clip within your reach.
You encircled my bud with your wet, wild tongue, your piercing tickling me over and over. You gently nibbled and Then sucked my bud as you slipped a finger inside my quivering pussy. I heard soft moaning and realized the sound was coming from me. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. Anyone could have walked back there at anytime, but all I could focus on was the hunger you were building inside me.
As if reading my mind, you pulled back replacing your finger with your tongue. You plugged right in all the way, burying your face in my lady hole. When your tongue was all the way in you began sucking, causing your bear stubble to rub my smooth flesh and tight bud. This always drives me wild and you know it.
“God James,”I whimpered as I tried to close my thighs, not sure if I was trying to keep you there or keep us from getting caught.
You firmly pressed my thighs back open and began thrusting your tongue in and out while continuing to suck. Every now and then you would sink deep inside and shake your head wildly causing your stubble to tease my clip. Your finger began to ticket my tight rosebud and I started to lose it.
My legs began to shake uncontrollably, followed by my arms and torso. My breath caught in my chest as the quaking rocked me inside and out. I began softly chanting “James, James, James, James” as my body went rigid. My flower tightened around your tongue trying to trap it inside as it exploded in rapid successions. One orgasm coming after another for what seemed to be an eternity.
I feel you pull my skirt down and lean over me pretending to pump the back cushion of the couch. You stood up, helping me back on my feet and thankfully having the sense to spin me to faceyou. My dress had only one snap just below my breasts still closed. My breasts were spilling out of the half lace cups.
I was still shaking and speechless as you kissed me. The salty taste of me filling your mouth and mine. Encircled by your embrace I could feel your erection boring into my stromach. I so wanted to return the favor, but I could barely stand let alone pull off a cover bj. Recognizing my state you leaned me back against the couch for support.
“Now button up while I go make our purchase. We can’t have you on display too Sweet Cheeks,” you chided “but just wait until I get your naughty bare bottom home.”
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