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Prelude to a Weekend, by Dulcinea
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Archive-name: wkend-prelude
Prelude to a Weekend
by Dulcinea
Going away. They were going away for the weekend.
Ah, but what to pack? She pulled out her tote bag, one ear
still alert for the ringing of the phone. As soon as he
finished a few things at work, they were going to a quaint
little town on the lake, to a hotel room, alone. He was
going to call her to let her know when.
Tucking the towel tightly around her, she perused her
closet. Her hair was still damp from the bath, her skin
still flushed from the warm water. What should she wear for
the trip down? So many decisions!
Well, she'd need a dress for when they went out to eat. She
knew exactly which one she'd take. A cute little black
dress, low-cut, with a slit up the back of the dress that
bordered on indecent.
Ah, but "low-cut" was the wrong way to describe this dress.
The front of the dress was open to the waist. If she moved
the wrong way (or the right way, as the case may be) the
overlapping material would part to show the lacy, see-
through bra she wore underneath.
The bra itself was one he had yet to see. Sheer across the
top of the cups, her nipples showed through clearly, which
should drive him absolutely insane. She giggled as she
packed the bra and dress into the bag. This was just the
warm-up!
But what lingerie should she take? There was still the
see-through baby doll he'd picked for her on Sweetest Day.
He had yet to see her in that one, and the little sheer
panties would go nicely with the with the bra under the
black dress.
And the teddy with the removable bra cups. He really liked
that one. An assortment of stockings, since fingernails and
his teeth had been known to make the sheer nylon run so
easily. She shuddered, remembering how he liked to nibble
up the back of her long legs. Up one leg, stopping at her
wet pussy to lick and suck and generally drive her crazy,
then back down the other leg. Oh, yes. Several pairs of
stockings.
The phone rang. She threw herself across the bed to reach
it, breathlessly answering hello. "Hello yourself, you sexy
thing, you," he said, chuckling. "I just wanted to let you
know I am almost done. About another hour, or so."
"An hour?" She glanced at the clock, marking the time in
her head. "I should be done with my packing by then."
"Packing?" His voice lowered a notch. "And just what might
you be packing? Something sexy, I hope!"
"Oh you know. A suit of armor, a chastity belt. The
usual."
"Hey now! Don't tease me like that. That's cruel!" He
groaned. "Well, as long as I get the key, you can wear the
chastity belt."
"How about if I told you I was packing sheer, slinky things,
designed to torment you, and make your cock throb when you
see me?"
"YES!" he cried. "Like it is right now! How am I going to
finish all this work when I'm thinking of you dressed in
sheer and slinky things?"
"Oooh. Sounds like a problem all right. I know!" she said,
making her voice purr. "Just imagine me, on my knees, under
the desk, sucking on your hard cock while you work."
"Honey....."
"My mouth, sliding up and down on the shaft, my tongue
licking across the head, tasting the pre-cum.... Would you
like that?" His groan was answer enough. "Well, I suppose
I should let you get back to work. Try not to think about
me sucking on your cock while you're working."
"You are evil, you know." He laughed before he hung up.
She dropped the phone back in its cradle, then rolled over
on her back. She was incredibly horny right now, and she
didn't need to touch her pussy to know it was already wet.
Who knows? When they made it to the hotel room, she might
rip his clothes off, instead of him attacking her!
He found her, asleep on the bed, her long legs sprawled
apart, the towel having opened as she dozed. He started to
wake her, then stopped himself, letting his eyes roam across
her soft body, devour her curves. His cock was growing hard
again, begging to be released from his now tight slacks.
Falling to his knees, he began to lick her clit, his fingers
spreading her pussy lips wide. She squirmed, her eyes
fluttering open.
"Honey? You're home... What?" She arched her back,
pressing her wet cunt into his face. "Oh my!"
"I came home and found this nice surprise," he began,
unzipping his slacks and letting his straining cock free.
"I can't begin to tell you how delightful this is, seeing
that you're all prepared for our little get-away this
weekend."
He pushed his cock into her waiting pussy an inch at a time,
until he was completely inside of her. He paused, his hands
covering her breasts, rubbing in circles over the hard
nipples. Her legs came up, wrapping around his waist. "I
guess I fell asleep while I was waiting for you," she
whispered.
"I'm glad." He began to slowly pump in and out of her,
pulling his cock almost completely out of her pussy before
pushing it back in. "Sort of a prelude to our weekend. I
love it!"
She covered his hands with hers as they covered her breasts,
pushing his palms down on her nipples. He began to pick up
the speed as he fucked her, her back arching, her pussy
quivering --
They came together, panting, sweating, collapsing on the bed
with laughter. "Okay," he said finally, sitting up, and
pulling her up with him. "Time to get dressed. Let's go."
His tongue flicked out and licked her nipple. "I can't wait
to get you alone in the hotel and continue our weekend!"
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