Ironing in the Kinks

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 cunt 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 cunt 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 cunt 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. It’s 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.