A Quickie For Jemima

I checked my make-up and adjusted my brunette, bob cut, wig in the bathroom mirror. Pleased with the results I then ensured that my clothing was right. I was a vision of darkness: black G-string under black thin denier tights, 3 inch heels, black satin vest top and black mini skirt. I was sure Simon would approve.

I walked slowly yet purposefully to the bedroom. Simon was sitting on the edge of my bed naked stroking his cock looking at me “mmmmmmmm,” he said seeming to approve “ Why don’t you cum and join me the doors open?”

Out of habit I shut the door as I enter in case we made a lot of noise, even though the house was empty. I strode to the bed trying to wriggle as sexily as I could, I bent forward and we kissed deeply and passionately. Simon put his hand up my skirt and rubbed my nylon covered crotch while I took over the stroking of his cock.

“Are you all excited as I rub your crotch, your tights are feeling very silky?” he asked.

I did not need to reply, however, it was obvious that I was incredibly excited his hand felt so good as my cock grew out of my little black G-string.

“Your cock looks so tasty” I said “I might just have to kiss it.”

“Mmmmmmmmmm i hope you do, maybe even a little lick” he replied.

I licked him from his balls all the way to the tip as if his cock were an ice cream. Then I took his swollen glans past my lips and gently sucked him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck yes,” he groaned as I felt it twitch in your mouth, “your mouth feels so warm around my cock!”

Not only could I feel him twitch I could taste a little excitement oozing from his tip, tastes salty yet lovely on my tongue and I made my panties a little wet too.

“Stand up and bend over right in-front of my face!” ordered Simon.

“Ooh you're so forceful” I replied, before doing as asked

I was touching my toes certain he could see my string through the nylon