After a sleepless night of edging to my lovely Lola’s internet posts and an uncomfortably crowded flight back, my haggard soul was eager for one thing — to be greeted by Lo’s open arms (and open legs). She met me at the airport wearing a tight fitting, red, sleeveless dress that barely covered her ass. She got out of the car to give me a wet kiss and a hug and bending over to pick up one of my bags. I caught the eye of a taxi driver sneaking a peek.
Once I was in the car I said to her, “You look like a harlot.”
“I know that’s your way of complimenting a woman.”
“I wouldn’t say that to just any woman — only to you. Why are you all dressed up? Are we going out dancing at noon on a Sunday?”
“This?” she said, running her hand up and down the dress, “No. I just slipped it on because it was easy. You like, Daddio?” As she asked, she slipped the hem of the dress up a little higher so I could see her crotch, sans panties.
“Yes I like.”
“Did you miss me?”
“Yes, I missed you.”
“Are you randy?” she asked, leaning over to squeeze my crotch and feel me growing hard through my slacks.
“It’s been five days without you, what do you think?”
She was driving because I was too tired to navigate the roads after my trip. As we sped down the highway, Miranda Lambert’s “Little Red Wagon,” came on the radio. Lo turned it up and began dancing in her bucket seat, singing the words seductively.
You can’t ride in my little red wagon
The front seat’s broken and the axel’s dragin’
You can’t step to this backyard swagger
You know it ain’t my fault when I’m walkin’ jaws droppin’ like
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah
She looked good singing it in her red dress with her big sunglasses on. As she “danced” in her seat, her right hand caressed her leg, up to her puss, and then she ran it through the middle of her lush labia. As she did, she looked at me and not the road. We began to veer to the left, almost careening into a pickup truck.
“Slow down and pay attention to the road!” I screamed in fright. “If you kill me and destroy my computer with all my writings on it, I’ll never forgive you!”
We finally got home and after hastily putting my bags down and pulling out a little gift I got for Lo while I was away, I took her in my arms and told her I love her.
“I love you too, Daddio,” she said in a whisper.
“What have you been up to without me?”
“I took a shower just before I left for the airport.”
“Did you now?”
“And why was that?”
“Because I was a dirty girl.”
“I like you dirty.”
“Do you like me clean too?” she asked as she moved to the bed and slowly slid her dress up and over her ass to show me just how clean she was.
“Then get on your knees and kiss me in my special spot.”
She didn’t need to ask. Actually, she wasn’t asking, she was instructing, but whatever. I did as told and enjoyed every bit of it. I was hard-up and after she came audibly, I flipped her over and dropped my drawers and said, “Pictures of you aren’t enough for me, Lo. I’m so lucky to have the real thing.”
As I said this, I pulled her close and the tip of my dick was yearning for her spread lips.
“No,” she said, enigmatically.
“No, I can’t.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m too sore.”
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“What is it?”
I stood there, poised to strike over her sexy body waiting for an explanation. As I waited, expectantly, one possibility danced through my brain — she had contacted her “gentlemen callers” after all and had been fucking all weekend on a rotating basis. The tantalizing image made me both aroused and angry — aroused for obvious reasons and angry because I wasn’t included in the planning or the execution. However, as it turned out, my fear and lust were assuaged by the actual reason.
“I’m sorry, but once I started, I couldn’t stop.”
“Masturbating. I basically stayed in bed the whole time you were away jillin’ it to porn.”
She had no idea how much this endeared her to me. Or did she?
“My pussy lips are swollen and too sensitive for the one thing I want — your cock.”
I looked. She was right, they were huge. I bent down to try to kiss them better, but she squirmed in front of me.
“No, Daddy!” she squealed. “I can’t even wear pants, I’m so sore! That’s why I picked you up in the red dress you liked so much.”
“I see,” I said, and I could hear the disappointment in my voice. There was nothing I wanted more after all those days away than to reconnect with her physically.
“Don’t be sad, Daddy. There’s plenty of other things you can do.”
She pulled her nipples and stretched them out far. “Kiss me here,” she said, gesturing to her puffy areola.
“Tell me three reasons why you love me,” she said as she moaned to the pleasure my tongue was giving her.
“You have soft hair, you’re smart, and you make me laugh.”
“Tell me more about that last one.”
“You say things that nobody else says.”
“You combine words in combinations that have never been said in the history of language.”
“Give me an example.”
I thought, but couldn’t come up with one readily. She began playing with me and asked me to rub my cock. I did so.
“Faster,” she demanded.
“It feels good like this,” I said.
“You’re a lazy masturbator,” she insisted with disappointment.
I laughed, “Like that! Whoever has said, ‘You’re a lazy masturbator’ before?”
I pulled it and extended it in her face as she looked, hungrily.
“Put it in my mouth.”
I willingly obliged.
Her hands pushed her breasts together and she grabbed some lotion and rubbed it over her chest. “Fuck my tits, Daddy.”
Boosting her breasts so that they cleaved together, I ran the length of my shaft between them back and forth. Her tongue seductively ran over her teeth and when she saw I was getting close she said, “Cum on my face. Cum on my face.”
She didn’t have to say it twice. I was cumming before she finished the second sentence, covering her in my love.
After I got her a wash cloth to clean up, she rolled over and asked me to make her cum again. I got behind her and began kissing and licking her ass. “Deeper, Daddy. Fuck me with your tongue,” she called to me. I did as I was told. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
If I was hard, which I wasn’t, I would have penetrated her ass with more than just my tongue, but as things stood, I still managed to get her riled up to a screaming climax.
When she was done, we both fell asleep on the sweat-soaked sheets.
Waking up from her nap refreshed, she said to me, “I’m glad I fell asleep after you jizzed on me.”
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t want it. You’re like a plant and need to be watered regularly.”
“Oh, I wanted it, Daddio.”
“Let’s do it again!” she said as she slid down my naked body to my cock. “If I were a plant, I’d be a succulent.”
“Do you know what a succulent is?” I asked, looking down at her.
“It’s a plant that has some parts unusually thick or fleshy.”
She maneuvered so that her warm mouth was still over my flaccid member, but her puss was now over my face.
“Well, look at my petals. Aren’t they unusually thick and fleshy?”
“That they are,” I said as she sat up and on my face.
“Lick my ass again, Daddio.”
She knows this is my absolute favorite position and as my arms reached around her thighs to hold her down on me, she grabbed the lotion and, rubbing her palms together, she then grabbed my cock and stroked it up and down, up and down until it stood at attention. As she began bouncing gently up and down on my tongue, her hands moved faster and faster, jerking me until I finally came, shooting my spout into the air as she watched and came on my face.
This time it was her turn to get me a washcloth, since she squirted uncontrollably. She came back in the room with a towel to dry me off.
“You really know how to welcome your man home,” I said.
“Well cum anytime,” she replied.