Slowly Moving On: Chapter 3

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I laid down on the bed to rest, thinking through the events of the day, and the memories of Jenn came flooding back as I fell asleep…“Promise me!” Jenn said with a giggle.  “Promise me you won’t show anyone these!” she continued with a little more seriousness.  I pressed the button and heard the shutter of the camera click.Jenn was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.  My god she was breathtaking.  We had come home from hanging out with a bunch of friends at the bar.  We were both drunk and things had gotten a little heated in the back seat of the Uber.***I had started it just as the Uber left the bar.  She was leaning on me with her arm around my back and her head in the crook of my neck.  Her hand was in my lap and I couldn’t tell if she was trying to rub me or if it was just the movement of the car.  I was about to find out.  My hand was on her knee and I slowly crept it up the inside of her thigh under her dress.  The smooth sensation of the stocking on my hand and the prospect of doing this with the driver two feet in front of me was getting me worked up.  She didn’t make any attempt to stop me.Emboldened by her lack of resistance, my hand kept slowly creeping upwards.  I reached the top of her stocking and felt her smooth skin just above.  She suddenly adjusted herself, inching her bottom down and thus putting my hand in direct contact with her cotton panties.  It was at that point that I knew she wanted it, but I resolved to make her work for it now. I began to tease her.  I ran one finger over the very edge of her panty tracing the outline against her thigh.  I slipped that finger under the edge and again traced the outline.  She subtly shifted herself towards me in an attempt to get my fingers closer.  I lazily traced my finger on the outside of the panties, avoiding the most sensitive of spots.  She craned her neck and looked up into my eyes. I slyly winked and mouthed, “bad girl.”With that I slowly brought my finger over her panty clad mound.  She was on fire and her panties were soaked.  I rubbed the wet spot at first with a light touch and then increased the pressure as I continued.  She was now thrusting her hips ever so slightly with almanbahis şikayet each pass up and down.  It was at that point I quickly dove my fingers under the panties and onto her bare, soaked lips.  My fingers were sopping wet and she let out the slightest of sighs.I looked up to see we were just minutes from home and decided to see how far she’d let me take this.  I dove my index finger deep inside her pussy and she let out a very audible gasp.  My eyes looked up again and I saw the driver’s eyes staring back at us in the rear-view mirror.  I smiled as his eyes turned back to the road.  As we pulled onto our street I quickly extracted my hand and brought them to her mouth.  She eagerly sucked her juices off my fingers.  Her hand now wrapped around mine as she seductively pulled them out of her mouth then dove forward with a full-on kiss with her tongue dancing against mine.  The car pulled over, we got out, and I paid the driver with a generous cash tip.He smiled. “That’s two tips for me tonight. You two enjoy yourselves now,”  he said with a smile, rolled up the window and sped off.We got just inside the door and I swiftly twisted and pinned her chest first against the hallway wall.  I took hold of her arms in a gentle but firm manner, pulling them above her head while pushing my body into the back of hers.  She suggestively wiggled her butt into me.  She was firing on all cylinders like I had not seen her do in some time.  I moved my head to a point where my mouth was next to her ear as I pushed her arms further over her head onto the wall.“You’ve been a bit of a little hussy tonight, suggestively rubbing me and letting me do very naughty things to you in front of another man.  You are in a lot of trouble, Mrs. Nettle.”  I always called her by her maiden name even though we’d been married for years.  “You are going to do what I say tonight, do you understand?”She purred a long drawn out and snakelike, “Yesssss,” as she was grinding her ass into my crotch.“If you want to act so naughty, I’m going to do naughty things to you.  Do you understand?”  I was starting to wonder how far I could take this.She turned her head to the side and looked almanbahis canlı casino at me with a shy innocent girlish grin.  “Oh, I’m not a bad girl, please oh please don’t make me to these bad things.  I’d just hate that,” she said in a mocking tone and a sly smirk.“Oh, you want to play this game, do you?  Alright, we’ll see how far you want to take this.”  With that I rapidly pulled her dress up, over her head and off.  I grabbed her hand and led her to the nearby kitchen island.  I quickly removed her bra on the way there and lightly pushed her face down on the cold granite kitchen island countertop.  I could see the outline of her b-cup breasts being pushed out from under her on the counter.“Stay right there and don’t move,” I said forcefully.  I moved into the nearby den, grabbed the Nikon camera and was back behind her in less than thirty seconds. I bent over, pushing my extremely hard erection straining against my pants into her and whispered to her, “This is something that I want to remember forever.”With that I stepped back and started snapping pictures.  My god, she was so beautiful and so vulnerable lying there.   It was quite the sight, white cotton panties with little black polka dots and black thigh high stockings and nothing else, bent over like she was on the menu just for me.  Her dark brown hair was splayed out on the light grey countertop. The coolness of the granite had given her the slightest of goosebumps on her tan skin and the contrasting tan lines on her back heightened the effect on me.   At 5’ 4”, she had to just slightly get onto her tiptoes, which accentuated her muscular legs trapped in those black stockings.  Her regular gym attendance surely showed and she was just as beautiful now as the day I had met her.  God, I loved this woman!The shutter clicks startled her out of her lustful trance.  She stood up and took a step back into the doorway from the hall.“Promise me!” Jenn said with a giggle.  “Promise me you won’t show anyone these!” she continued with a little more seriousness.  I pressed the button and heard the shutter of the camera click once again.“Oh, I promise.  I’ll keep them safe along with all those almanbahis casino other naughty photos I had of you!”  I did some photography on the side.  She had wanted to get some boudoir photos done prior to our wedding but was embarrassed to go.  She talked me into taking some instead, and it had occasionally evolved from there.I thought on this some more, “I promise, IF, you are a good girl and do what I say!” giving her the mischievous smirk with that.She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her as she put her hands on her hips somewhat defiantly.  “What if I don’t want to be good, Matthew?”  That was the full name.  She almost never pulled that out.  With that she took her hand, reached between her legs and under the front of her panties.“Oh no you don’t.  You don’t get to do that yet!”SMACK!I playfully smacked her ass. She feigned that it hurt and reluctantly pulled her hand back up.  “Rub your tits.  Play with them, squeeze them hard, tease them!” I barked.  She was a little reluctant at first but once she started she was going at her pretty little chest with both hands and closing her eyes.  I forgot I still had the camera in my hand!  I pulled the lens up and starting snapping pics again. “Slowly work your way down your body.  Keep those hands outside of those panties!”  That provoked a pouty look back at me.  She was visibly aroused, with her panties revealing an obvious wet spot from my earlier attention there.  She rubbed her hands all over herself but eventually focused on that very sensitive spot.“Why can’t you do this for me?” she asked.“Because I’m having fun watching you drive yourself crazy.” I clicked the shutter several more times.“You know you’re in trouble right?  I’m going to get you back,” she said with a wicked smile.“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it my dear.”  At this point I freed my throbbing cock from its prison, taking off my jeans and leaving myself with my tented boxers and half-buttoned, collared shirt.“That’s what I’m talking about,” she called to me.  “Do I get to take some pics too?” I shook my head with a grin and walked over to her.  With a swift motion, I swept her off of her feet and turned to place her bottom on the granite counter again.   She scooted her bottom back farther onto the counter and bent her knees to bring her stocking clad feet up to rest on the counter’s edge.  She shot me the hungriest look I think I had ever remembered seeing from her.

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