Wicked Wednesday: Just Relax

Just sit back and let me do all the work.

My hands massage your thighs, each movement drawing ever closer to the bulge in the front of your jeans.  I feel it leap up in response as my fingers finally pass over it.  I enclose my hands around the denim, taking your cock within my grasp.  A moan escapes your lips and you fidget in your seat, enjoying my efforts but obviously hungry for more.

I unbuckle your belt, eager to claim my prize.  You throb with lusty anticipation as I unbutton your jeans, and as my fingers dance along your zipper I lick my lips.  I need a taste, but I'm enjoying the tease as well.  I kiss along your thighs and over your hardness, my mouth so close to all-encompassing pleasure and yet so far away.

I look up at you, holding your gaze with a wicked smile before drawing down your zipper and opening your pants as though unwrapping a present.  Your hardness strains at your shorts, desperate for its freedom, and at last I slip my hand into the cool cotton and pull it out.  It throbs in my grip, the head swollen and purple.

I admire my reward before opening my mouth and swallowing it whole.  I suck your cock for a few moments, listening to your rapid breathing.  It never takes you long to climax when I tease you this way, and today is no exception.  In a few moments you moan a warning, and before I know it your hot cum is bathing my tonsils.  I gulp down every last drop.

"I can't think of a better way to spend the afternoon," you say once you can speak again.