Sarah wanted to "entertain" me

My erection was sticking out straight in front of me, throbbing and uncomfortable. I had been well on my way to covering Sarah with a blanket of cum when she stopped me. As I filled our glasses, I heard her moving around behind me. I decided to move the champagne bucket closer to us so it would be within easy reach, just in case Sarah wanted another glass! I turned and saw Sarah lying on her stomach; she had an impish grin on her face. She had stacked two pillows in front of her; her chest perched on them. Her breasts cascaded over the side, her erect nipples nearly brushing against the soft rug. Her knees were bent and she crisscrossed her calves over the other. As I walked toward her, I marveled at the globes of flesh rounding out her ass. Her legs were spread ever so slightly, and I saw she had a pillow placed strategically against her pussy. I gave her the champagne and sat down in front her with my legs crossed and cock sticking straight out in her direction. I waited for her to speak.

Sarah tipped her glass toward mine and they touched producing a small tinkling sound. We both sipped the champagne, gazing into each other’s eyes. Our breathing had returned to normal, and I was softening. Sarah sighed, drained her glass and held it out for me. I only filled it half way; I’d never seen Sarah drink this much, before. She brought the glass to her full lips; swallowed slowly and circled the edge of her glass with her full, pink tongue. She set her glass down, took mine from my hand, lacing her fingers through mine. “I’m so glad that you suggested this, Paul. I could have never imagined that being undressed by you could be so wonderful and just listening to your erotic descriptions can bring me to an orgasm! I never thought that would be possible,” she whispered huskily. It was almost as if there were others around that she didn’t want to overhear was saying. “I always want to bring you pleasure, Paul. I hope I never disappoint you,” she said softly as her tears welled in her eyes. “Every inch of my body aches for you constantly, Paul. I know that Rachel will be home soon and things are going to be very different for us,” she murmured. I put my fingers to her lips and tried to stop her. It was breaking my heart to see that she was so sad, but she went on after taking a deep breath. “Put some music on, Paul and let me entertain you,” she said with eyes sparkling.

I thumbed through the CDs and chose something seductive and took my same place across from Sarah. Before she moved, I took both of her nipples into my hands and gave them some loving attention, while kissing her passionately, both of our tongues darting in and out. She pulled her mouth from mine as I continued to fondle her breasts. “Ummm,” she moaned, “this is perfect.” Sarah raised herself slowly; I watched as her breasts snaked upward on the pillows. Soon she was sitting upright, her ass against her heels and her knees fully separated. She had removed the pillow from between her legs and her pussy was open ever so slightly! She arched her back and reached up to untie the scarf holding her hair back. Her breasts quivered and jiggled exquisitely as she loosened the knot. I had to restrain myself; I wanted to reach out and touch her so badly. It was as if her breasts were beckoning to me! Sarah ran her fingers through her long hair and licked her lips seductively, while shimmying her chest ever so slightly. The tingling in my cock was undeniable. I would soon be hard, again. My eyes were glued to this magnificent body! I didn’t even notice that from somewhere, Sarah had retrieved a bottle of body oil until I saw her pouring it onto her hands.

The sensual aroma of vanilla and almond was filling the air as Sarah started stroking the oil on her neck and arms, then on her upper chest. She slowly poured the oil in the valley between her breasts. My eyes followed as it dribbled down to her navel and spread to her mound. She slipped both palms into the puddling oil and started to rub the outer mounds of her breasts. Her breaths were becoming deeper, causing her chest to heave, emphasizing the rise and fall of her breasts. She started working inward toward her growing nipples; slowly circling around them as she oiled her immense areolas. “Oh my god, Sarah. Come closer to me,” I begged. “I’m getting so hard.” She wiggled ever so slightly toward me, but still remained well out of my reach. She dropped her eyes to my bulging penis and smiled approvingly as she continued spreading the oil.

My eyes left her face and returned to her tits. She had reached her nipples and she was busy rubbing them with her palms, arching her back and pressing her breasts into them. I could hear moans escaping from deep within her throat as her fingers started stretching and pinching her nipples; her hips started to move in a strange mix of undulating and swaying. Her knees were spreading, and she tried to find something to grind her pussy against.