Ironing in the Kinks

Info SueWriter
25 Mar. '17

We've come home from the Caribbean after a week of great sexual explorations that help us to discover the intense erotic needs that we both have hidden away too long. You had to go back to work today, but I have one more day off. So I'm unpacking my suitcase, and I come across the satin panties that I was wearing that dark night a week ago. They haven't been washed, and I know that they carry the scent of my excitement. Just thinking about it gets my juices flowing, but I keep myself from reaching down to touch myself. All I'm wearing is a long nightgown... nothing else. I'm enjoying teasing myself with just these shivering thoughts and the feel of the fabric rubbing over my nipples.

Now I've just finished doing the laundry left over from the trip. It has evoked so many sexy memories of all the crazy things we did last week. Each piece of clothing I touch is whispering secret stories into my ears. My whole body is getting charged up and alive.

Ironing is normally such a drag, but I get out the ironing board. And that's when I hear a knock on the door to my apartment. It's you! A computer failure at the office gave you the rest of the day off. And right away, you can tell from the look in my eyes what it is that I have in mind. As if I wasn't obvious enough, I slowly lick my lips. I can almost hear your mind churning; you're looking around the apartment looking for a prop to use for a new sexual adventure. Whatever it is, I know that it will be good.

Your gaze settles on the ironing board. What do you have in mind, I wonder. You turn me around and gently guide me over to the narrow end of the board. I hear you pull down the zipper of your trousers, and then the rustle of your pants dropping to the floor. Then you reach around me to pull off the ironing board cover, leaving only the vinyl protector. Grasping the gown at my waist, you inch the material upward gradually until I feel the room air on my rear and on my pussy hair, which is soaking wet. It feels so cool; it makes me shiver. I can't help but clench the muscles of my cunt, which squeezes out more of my vaginal fluid. Your hands rise up my sides, knuckles bumping along my ribs, lightly tickling, bringing a giggle to my lips. As your hands reach my armpits, I raise my arms, and you lift the nightgown all the way up and off. I leave my arms straight up in the air, and you toss the gown aside and cup my breasts, gently pumping , fingers straddling my nipples You push me forwards with your hips... actually, it is your semi-hard cock that probes at my ass and pushes me forward. The blunt end of the ironing board bumps into my cunt, and I can't help but to push my mons against the cool vinyl. Even through my thick labia, I can feel the pressure against my enclosed clitoris. Mmmmm.

You step back from me and I turn my head to watch you strip off your clothes. I'm sure I know what's coming. You are going to bend me forward and plunge your cock into my cunt. I'm picturing it and anticipating it, wondering if you are going to tease me by slowly going in, a quarter inch at a time, or are you going to push into me all in one stroke? I know that I'm wet enough for you to do that easily if I concentrate on loosening all my cunt muscles. I slowly wiggle and shimmy my ass at you, and wink with my eye. If you could see my crotch right now, you would probably see it winking, too.

But instead of accepting my wanton invitation, you start walking away across the room. What do you have in mind? Into the dining room you go, and then you come back with a couple of dining chairs. You place one just beside my right foot, and one beside the left. What on earth!! On your instructions, I step on to the chairs, with my legs spread. Then you step up behind me and lay your cock straight out onto the tip of the ironing board, which is at the perfect height. I can look straight down between my breasts and below my sparse and matted pussy hair to see your cock, which is drooling onto the vinyl. That is all I can see of you without turning around. Your hands grab my waist and gently pull me down, and down. I lean forward and grip the sides of the board, and then settle down the last few inches so that my pussy opens wide and my labia part around the length of your shaft. I now can see only the head of your cock. Your hands come up to my breasts and tweak my nipples, and I can't stop myself any longer. I quickly discover that I can move forward and back and rub my clit over the length of your cock. Your precome is mixing with my flowing juices, and there is plenty of lubrication. My labia are literally swallowing your cock, licking the sides like dual tongues. And best of all for me is the feeling that I get as my clit pops over the raised edge of the crown of your cock. Its like you were licking me and I were licking you at the same time.

I'm glad that I bought this heavily-built ironing board, because I'm really starting to rock back and forth faster and harder. I can hear your encouraging whispers and grunts, and I'm gasping and panting too. My long blond hair hangs straight down and I start whipping it around as my head dances. You remain perfectly still as I caress your cock. I don't know how you have the discipline. My own body is thrashing and pistoning with no way that I can control it. I'm going to have my orgasm now, and you can sense it, I'm sure, since you tell me that you too are about to come.

And there it is. I stop pistoning and start vibrating and squeezing my thighs together rhythmically. Looking down between my breasts, as my eyelids flutter, I can see the jets of your come spurting forward along the ironing board. Fireworks are going off in my head, and more of my juices are flowing down onto your cock. I loose my ability to stand on my legs and fall forward onto the ironing board and your pools of come. I'm so exhausted and satisfied. It's too much for me, and I loose consciousness, falling into a sleep that I know will be as filled with erotic dreams as my cunt will be filled with your rejuvenated cock later today. I hope your post-orgasmic nap is as sweet as mine.

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