Archive-name: Couples/nowork.txt

Archive-author: Nicole

Archive-title: Nicole Tries to Work at Home





"Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful.  So how's your day now?  Still 

having a 'bad day'?"  I giggle.



"I'm having a wonderful day," you murmur gently, a soft breathiness

coloring your voice.



"Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you're going to have!" I taunt,

giggling again.



"UH oh," you smile in response.



"Oh dear!" I sigh.  "I forgot.  I brought home some work I have to 

read before tomorrow.  Why don't I clean up this stuff from dinner, 

and I'll get started on that work.  You could go relax, read the 

paper, or take a shower or something.  Sorry love, it's just a few 

hours of reading.  I'll make it up to you later if you are patient." 

You sigh as well, but smile when you detect the mischievous sparkle 

in my eyes.  "The nite is not yet over," you think to yourself.



I begin to pick up my clothes in preparation to dress, and feel your 

hand on my arm.  "No honey, don't put those back on.  Go put on that 

red and black thing, you know, the one with the black lace trim and 

those little red ties down the front."



"John, my work......" I whisper, an anxious look on my face.



"I promise to leave you alone until your work is done.  YOU let me 

know when you are ready to play.  I'm going to take a shower now and 

then I'll read the paper or watch TV till you finish."



After you shower, you come into the living room looking for me.

Your eyes travel around the room until you see me reclining on the 

couch.  I'm unaware of your presence in the doorway and this gives 

you a moment to look at me.



I did put on the red teddy with the black lace trim.  It's bright red

like the dress I had on earlier and has black lace around the french 

cut legs, and where it dips down to a V in the front just below my 

waist.  It's almost tied closed with the three little red ties in the 

front.  From where you are standing, you can see the gentle swell of 

my breasts above the black lace, as I breathe steadily, intent on my 

reading.  The notebook I'm holding is resting on my stomach just 

below my breasts, and I'm slowly turning the pages as I read.  You 

enjoy watching the subtle movement of my breasts as I lift my arm to 

turn the page.  



The light above my head shines on my hair which is flowing freely

on the pillow and around my shoulders.  You walk over and kneel beside 

me on the floor and gently lift a curl which is resting on my upper chest.

I feel the hair on the back of your hand barely brush against my skin.  

I sigh and turn my face towards you.  You are twirling the golden 

curl in your fingers now, feeling its silkiness.  I watch your face as 

your eyes travel the length of my body, enjoying how I feel as I see 

you look at me.  Your finger lightly traces a pattern down the line of 

skin showing between the ties, and then around the lace at the top of 

my legs, until you can touch the wisps of hair framing the lace on 

either side of my teddy.

  

"How much reading do you have, honey?" you ask with barely concealed 

impatience.



"About a half hour more.  Maybe a little less if I can concentrate. 

It's hard to think when I'm wearing this thing!!" I laugh.  "All I 

can think about is when you are going to take it off me."



"No honey," you say.  "I'm going to let you read. I'll wait till you 

finish."  You walk away and settle in a chair nearby, rustling the 

newspaper as you bury yourself behind it.



I look at you for a moment, sitting there behind that newspaper.  All 

I can see are your legs, and I think about having them wrapped 

around me when you are deep inside me.  I sigh and turn back to my 

reading.



I'm so intent on my reading, I don't hear you get up and go into the 

kitchen.  But when you return, you stop by the couch again, and ask 

me, "Want a bite of ice cream?"



"In a minute.  Let me finish this page."



You settle back in your chair with a slightly disdainful look on your 

face.  "What a NIGHT I'm gonna have?" you question.  "Newspapers, tv, 

ice cream!"  You set the ice cream down a bit too loudly on the table 

next to you and pick up the paper again, and rustle it loudly as well,

trying to convey your impatience to me.



I smile as I close the notebook and silently cross the room and kneel 

down in front of you.  I lightly trail my fingernails from your ankles to 

your knees, parting your legs slightly until I can rest between them.  

Peeking under the newspaper, I smile up at you sweetly and say pleadingly,

"John, I want my ice cream now!"



You drop the paper to the floor and pick up the bowl and spoon a big 

bite of ice cream and hold it out in front of me, until I open my mouth to 

take it.  But the ice cream is melting fast and some runs down my chin and 

drops on your stomach, and you flinch when the coldness hits you.  You 

laugh as you wipe the ice cream off my chin with your fingers.  I grab 

your hand and slowly lick each finger, up and down, seeking the 

sweetness of the ice cream with the tip of my tongue, and then 

circling your palm until the stickiness is all gone, looking at you 

suggestively while I do this.



Then I look at the ice cream on your stomach, which is starting to drip 

down towards the waistband of your shorts.  I lick it up with just the 

tip of my tongue, and then move my tongue delicately across your waist 

until I feel you squirm just a little.  I lick my way up the center of 

your stomach and then over to each of your nipples, swirling my tongue 

around until they become hard.  Then I sit back a bit and ask, "Are you 

getting impatient over here love?"



"Hmmph" you groan. "There is a limit to my patience, DARLING!"



My hands are idly stroking your sides, moving across your upper 

chest, down the center of your stomach.  My stomach is resting 

against your lap.  I can feel the evidence of your desire beginning 

to stir and press against my body, feeling your heat through the thin 

satin fabric.



"Just 10 more minutes, love, I promise."



"Oh you! You wench! You tease! Just for that!!"  You tug gently on 

the first tie, which loosens quickly and easily, knowing full well 

the effect this gesture will have on me, as I feel the fabric release 

its hold on my breasts. My nipples grow taut and press against the 

wisp of clothing yet covering me, seeking freedom and your touch. 



You smile teasingly and whisper huskily, "Back to your reading 

DARLING.  I couldn't think of interrupting for the next 10 minutes!"



Now its my turn to mumble and sigh!  "Hmph!"  We both know that this 

playful game of taunting and teasing is only intensifying and 

mounting our anticipation and excitement.



When I return to the couch, with my back to you, I slowly and 

deliberately bend down to punch my pillow just so, 

and pick up my notebook, knowing full well that you are watching 

every movement.  I can almost feel your loving caress as your gaze 

moves down my back, follows the curve of my hip, and rests on my 

scantily clad bottom, before I turn and open my notebook and 

settle down once again.



I lay with my knees bent, one resting against the back of the couch, 

and the other idly moving up and down, again absorbed in my reading 

and totally unaware of the effect my unconscious movement is having 

on you.  The teddy is cut high above the legs, and each time I swing 

my leg outward, you catch a fleeting glimpse of my golden hair framed 

against the narrow strip of black lace running between my legs.



I try to concentrate for about five minutes, but my thoughts are 

wandering and are no longer on the words on the page.  I sigh, and let 

the book drop to the floor and close my eyes a moment, savoring the 

feel of anticipation.  Unconsciously, and with my eyes still closed, 

I touch my fingertips to my neck, and stroke along my collarbone, 

turning my face to one side.  As my hand moves down over my 

shoulders, I spread my fingers and trace light patterns, moving 

lower, till my hand comes to rest on my left breast, and I massage 

until the nipple is hard in my palm.  I sigh, open my eyes, and am 

startled when I notice you watching me with an intensity that 

bespeaks your own excitement.



I move as if to get up, embarassed, but you cross the room to me, 

speaking gently in a whisper, "Don't stop honey. Let me watch you."



"I can't.  I want YOU John."



You sit beside me and undo the second tie on my teddy and pick up my 

own hand and place it over my breast.  "I know you do, but I'd like 

to watch you."  Your hand is softly touching my other breast, until 

the nipple grows swollen between your fingers.  You move your hand 

over my body, down between my legs and massage the palm of your hand 

against my mound as I slightly part my legs.



You lift me from the couch and carry me into the bedroom, gently 

laying me on my back in the center of the bed as you sit beside me.



You whisper softly, "You know how much I like to look at your 

beautiful body."



I nod slowly, a bit reluctantly.



"Don't you like how you feel when I look at you?"  You untie the last 

restraining tie on the front of my teddy and ease the fabric apart, 

exposing my breasts as you speak, and letting your eyes roam freely, 

touching each part of me only with the intensity of your gaze.  I 

shudder as I feel a familiar spasm between my legs, and moan softly.



"Yes John."



"Relax, love.  Think of me watching you.  I know it excites you, and it 

will excite me.  It will excite me to see you touch yourself."  You slowly

pull the fabric back over my breasts.  Then, taking my hand in yours, 

you kiss each fingertip and place my hand over my waist.



You move across the room and murmur, "Honey, I love you."



I tentatively, hesitantly move one hand over my body, from my waist 

and over one breast on the outside of my teddy.  I pause, uncertain. 



I touch my right hand to the right side of my neck, and slowly rake 

my fingernails over the skin, between my chin and my collarbone, 

rolling my head to one side on the pillow.



I close my eyes, and begin to abandon myself to the sensations of my 

own hands caressing my body.  My thoughts drift to a vision of you 

watching me, imagining your reaction, imagining your cock grow harder 

and harder as you see every sign of my mounting passion in a way you 

have never witnessed before.



My other hand moves up the center of my stomach, touching the skin 

revealed in the opening of my teddy, and I push the fabric apart 

further and slide the straps down my shoulders.  I arch my back until 

the wisp of lace and satin is pushed down around my waist.  My hands 

travel up the length of my body and rest over each breast, cupping 

them, massaging and caressing, working the nipples into hard peaks.



My breath is coming faster as my excitement mounts, and I am lost to 

this thing I am doing for you.  I open my legs slightly and move one 

hand down, working it under the fabric until I can feel my own 

wetness.  I open my legs wider and slide my hand down further, 

burying my fingertips in my hair which is tangled now and damp from my 

excitement.



I thoroughly wet my finger and then move it up across my body until I 

can touch each nipple with my wetness, feeling each one grow harder.  

I then touch the same finger to my lips and stroke it gently back and 

forth until i can taste my own saltiness.



I open my legs yet wider and stroke my fingertips back and forth 

across my inner thighs, lightly brushing over the pleasure place 

between my legs.



I'm breathing heavy now, and sighing, seemingly forgetting that you 

are in the room.  But I speak your name, "John?"



"Yes, Nicole, I'm here."  I can hear a husky, straining sound in 

your voice as your speak.  "Take the teddy off now Nicole.  Let me 

see all of your beautiful body."



I slowly arch my back and slide the offending cloth down my hips, 

until I can kick it off with the motions of my legs.  I bend my legs 

but hold my knees together, uncertain what to do next.



I part my legs slightly and place a hand over my hair, feeling the 

wetness against my palm.



"Open them wider Nicole.  Let me see all of you love.  Lose 

yourself again honey.....for me."  Your voice betrays your own 

mounting passion and desire, and gives me courage.



I allow my legs to drop fully open and begin to explore the soft 

folds between my legs, easing myself open, pushing the hair aside to 

allow my fingertip to slide easily between my opening and the 

swollenness of my pleasure point.



I move my fingertip up and down between my legs, sliding gently with my 

wetness now evenly distributed, and pausing each time as I touch 

my rosebud, circling it slowly, enjoy the waves of sensation which 

are beginning to take hold of me.  My other hand continues to stroke 

my upper body, across my lower stomach, and up over each breast.  I 

shiver and moan as the first sensation of orgasm begins to wash over 

me.  I place a finger inside my opening, feeling the softness and 

warmth deep within myself.



"Aaaaahhhhhh" I sigh, as I withdraw my finger and again circle my 

pleasure point.  My clit is hard and erect and each gentle touch 

brings me closer to climax, yet I try to hold off, allowing the 

tension to mount.



I again move both hands over my upper body, allowing my legs to 

remain open like a blatant invitation, touching my nipples with my 

wet finger, and feeling myself shiver.  As I return my hand between 

my legs, I reinsert a finger and thrust my hips upward, gently 

rocking in the motions of lovemaking, and slide my finger back up 

until I can feel my orgasm begin.  My finger circles my clit with a 

new intensity and my cries fill the room.  I'm so lost now, I'm 

unaware that you have joined me on the bed until I can feel your 

tongue mingle with my own finger, licking and caressing and pushing 

me over the edge.  You push two fingers deep inside me and slowly 

move them in and out as your tongue continues to probe and touch my 

pulsing flesh.



"John....oooohhhhhhhhhh, yes......I WANT you now.  FUCK ME NOW!!!!!!"



My orgasm slowly subsides, and you move between my legs and place 

your cock just barely inside me.  I encircle your flesh with my 

hand, feeling its length and hardness.  I move it up and down between 

my legs, moaning each time it passes over my still erect clit, as the 

last sensations of orgasm die away.



"John, you are SO hard!! I want you inside me.  Fill me with your 

cock.  FUCK ME!!!"



Your cock moves again to my opening and you thrust gently, pushing a 

few inches within my warmth and wetness, slowly sliding in.  I 

tighten my muscles against you, trying to pull you deeper inside, 

moaning again, "FUCK me."



You thrust harder, burying yourself deep within me, and I arch upward 

to meet you, wrapping my legs around your hips.  We move in unison, 

softly moaning with each thrust which brings us closer and you deeper 

within me.  You are hard like never before, filling me and pounding 

into me.  Each time you thrust deep inside me, I feel your skin touch 

my clit which is still hard and sensitive, and I can feel your balls 

slap against me with the intensity of your movements.



You cup my face in your hands and I dig my nails into your back, 

arching yet into you as I tighten the grip my legs have on your hips. 

Your tongue finds its way into my mouth, seeking mine, until they 

meet with an urgency equal to the thrusting of our lower bodies.



"John....ohhhhhhh.....now, COME inside me now.  I'm there....COME

with me. Oh John!"



You can feel the spasms deep within me as I sigh and call your name. 

Our tongues meet again in a wet, fiery embrace.  You tense, and I can 

feel your cock grow yet harder as you begin to come with an intensity 

that leaves us both weak and breathless.  Your come fills me with 

each deep thrust, until you collapse against me, whispering my name, 

mingling the dampness of our bodies together as we are still joined.



You tilt your face towards mine until our lips meet in a gentle, soft 

kiss, and we stay this way awhile, enjoying the sensation of being 

locked together, feeling our heartbeats against one another and the 

feel of you within me.



"Oh John, I love you."  I push the damp hair from your forehead, 

touch your cheek and kiss you gently again.



"I love you too Nicole."



You roll off me and pull me into your arms and we settle against 

each other, allowing our hearts and breathing to slow.



"The night is not yet over," I softly murmur as sleep begins to grip 

us both.  "No, it isn't over yet honey......"



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