David of my dreams

He took off my skirt, kissing my belly and navel, slowly descending with kisses towards my thong that was already completely wet, waiting for his lips. Another completely ordinary day was coming to an end. After a tiring and mentally exhausting day at the agency, preparing lunch, washing dishes and laundry, tidying up the apartment, and other daily chores, I can hardly wait for a warm and fragrant bath. It's a rainy evening, perfect for spending time in the intimacy of the bathroom. Just need to take off my panties and shirt, neatly put them away in the living room, and the ritual can begin.
Although I am in a black, sexy set and hold-up stockings, and I am not thinking about sex, partly due to fatigue, partly due to the absence of my husband who left for Split this morning for a three-day conference. I enter the already well-heated bathroom, fill the tub, and look for bottles of all those fragrant liquids that will caress my body tonight. Just need to light the peach-scented candle.

I sit in the tub, listening to the raindrops, gently caressing my firm and swollen breasts with a soft sponge, making slow, circular movements from bottom to top, sometimes one, sometimes the other, then a little on my knees and feet, being careful of the bright red nail polish on my little nails. I absorb the scents, breathing slowly and deeply. A little more bath cream will do my sponge good; a stronger squeeze has squeezed a thick white liquid from it that spilled over my breasts and tickled my imagination.

Memories flood back. I had just started working in my company as an intern, young and inexperienced, but with more than good qualifications. Every time I entered the office, I was met with the gazes of my colleagues, and it didn't matter whether I wore a miniskirt or trousers, an open or closed blouse; their looks said it all.
Only one of the colleagues, always polite and ready to help, would open the door and bring coffee. He never showed that he was attracted to my long, slender legs in stockings with just a hint of lace visible beneath my short skirt, or under my blazer, a white blouse through which a black provocative bra could be seen.
That tall, skinny guy, in his thirties, confused me; he was a single man for whom it would be perfectly normal and expected to be interested in a girl like me, unlike the other colleagues who were mostly happily or less happily married, middle-aged men.
I was attracted to his disinterest because all our conversations and all our drinks at the nearby café were just good relations between two colleagues. I knew he didn't have a girlfriend and thought that I simply didn't attract him; maybe I wasn't his type, and after all, did I have to be desirable to everyone? What a shame, I thought, because he was handsome, with beautiful facial features, expressive blue eyes, and short, thick, blue hair.

It's Friday, just today and the work week is over. I was looking forward to the weekends that I usually spent at my friend’s in Samobor. Irma, the boss's secretary, called me into his office with two other colleagues. We needed to finish the correspondence related to the Slovenian market, and the three of us were known in the company for being able to intervene quickly; Luka, an older gentleman with vast experience, handsome David, and me.
Mr. Luka couldn't stay that afternoon due to family obligations, so I was left alone with David. The offices were empty; everyone had already gone home, and it was just David and me in the building. We carefully organized the correspondence so that we wouldn't have problems later. David was, as always, smiling, full of jokes; it was truly not hard to work with him, even on weekends.
Time passed, and it was already getting dark outside. A bit tired from looking at the computer, I stood up to stretch my legs. I adjusted my stockings, thinking that David was still writing, but I was surprised by his gaze, which was steel-like, focused on my legs. He took off his glasses, stood up, and approached me. I felt his warm hands on my thighs, he kissed me. You're beautiful - he said, moving his hands from my buttocks, to my hips, to my breasts.
His gentle touches reached every part of my yearning body. The kisses came one after another, so passionate, full of desire. Suddenly, David stopped kissing me, as if waiting for my response, whether I wanted this, whether I wanted to continue. I placed my hand on the back of his neck, gently caressing his golden hair and brought my lips closer to his. The kisses came one after another, deeper and more passionate. Kissing my neck, he expertly unbuttoned my blouse; my breasts ached for his touch and were almost bursting out of the tight bra.
He took off my skirt as well, kissing my belly and navel, slowly descending with kisses towards my thong that was already completely wet, waiting for his lips. And then he stopped and said - wait, let me see you. He looked at my swollen breasts constrained in black lace, at the fine, thin stockings that also ended in lace, and at my buttocks revealed by the thong. I was proud of my assets, all aces that David had never looked at before, or at least that’s what I thought. I knew you were beautiful, but you are gorgeous - he whispered softly.
We kissed for a long time, then he lowered his lips towards my wet thong. With his teeth, he pulled it down and began to kiss my neatly trimmed mound wildly. I felt warmth wash over me, how much I wanted him inside me. And David noticed that. He took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and I did the rest.
His swollen member was already peeking above the waistband of his underwear. I kissed him so passionately, licking him; he was beautiful, so big, so firm. Then David lifted me onto the table and entered me.
He just slid in from the immense wetness and penetrated deeper and deeper, with perfect movements. I felt him stronger and stronger inside me, through the beautiful kisses he showered me with all the time. He kissed my breasts that had spilled out of the bra, touched them, then kissed them again, and the movements became stronger and faster. Our sighs grew louder, and our bodies yearned for the climax of passion. Only David could be gentle in all that force. He penetrated me so naturally as if we had known each other forever. I felt him more intensely, wanted him more, and he felt it; my climax was near, and so was David's. The last, but also the loudest sighs filled the office.
Considerate, as always, David pulled out his beauty after my climax and spilled his juices on my breasts. Covered in all that whiteness, my breasts swelled with excitement. It was a beautiful sight that forever remained in my mind.

The raindrops that fill the bathroom louder and louder bring me back to the warm bath. I get out of the water, covered in foam and with a smile on my face. I feel relaxed, happy that my ample breasts are still seductively firm. I feel very feminine, soft.
I dry off the droplets from my firm, warm body, eager for touch. Naked, I go to the bedroom. My gaze stops on the neatly made bed; the warmth in my body slowly fades. I hear the doorbell. I cover myself with a robe, open the door, and surprised, I exclaim - David, I was thinking about you.
I hug him tightly. He kissed me, touching me over the robe. He felt my bare breasts, which were visible beneath the silk, and looked at me lovingly. He closed the door and, kissing me, carried me to the room. Warmth permeated my whole body. David, what about your conference - I asked softly, through kisses. Kissing my breasts, he mumbled something about a car breakdown, and I was happy that my imagination was not yet over. On the contrary.