A Romantic Evening

Sighing, she turned right into the street. Almost home, thank goodness. She accelerated her pace and searched in her purse. "Damn, where are my keys?" She muttered to herself. What a bad day she had behind her: a grumbling boss, a computer that didn't cooperate and inevitably crashed at the worst possible moment, grumpy colleagues, and an endless stream of annoying phone calls. While she had finally found her keys, her eyes were filled with tears of frustration.

Fortunately, her parents were not at home; she could have a full meltdown without causing them to worry. She opened the front door aggressively, threw her bag down, and sunk to the floor sobbing. She couldn't hold her tears in one more minute. After a few minutes, her sobs turned to sniffles, and she picked herself back up.

What the hell is lying on the ground? Wildly she wiped the tears from her eyes so that she could better see what had fallen. She knelt, picked up something small and blinked to clear her eyes.

Carefully, she examined the small object in her hand. It was a rose petal! It looks like they formed a trail, leading upstairs. Carefully she walked upstairs while her eyes continued to follow the petals. She caught a beautiful scent as she continued on her way, but could not identify exactly what she smelled. Her nose was, of course, still clogged with tears. The delicate rose petals went to her room door and under it.

She gently opened her room door, assuming she would find her boyfriend there, but he was nowhere to be found. A slight disappointment surprised her, but what she looked around she felt a veil of happiness fall over her. Her room was transformed into a romantic paradise. Everywhere was lit with seductive candles.

Her bed was strewn with even more of the rose petals that had already surprised her downstairs. But the trail did not go to her bed. It led her to her chair where a set of clothes were laid out with another gift on them. She carefully opened it. There was brand-new sexy lingerie set in her hands. A note rested on top: "First take a nice shower, and then these on under your clothes. After that, wait for further instruction."

With a smile, she took the silky lingerie to the shower, turned on the radio, grabbed a towel, turned on the tap, took off her clothes, grabbed some shower supplies and stood under the warm, soothing water. She did not move for a minute while the water took possession of her. She washed her hair carefully and rinsed it with care. She ran some shower foam on her palm and made some foam by rubbing her hands together. Then she let her hands glide over her body, first in her neck, and then she soaped her breasts with love, went over her belly and massaged her legs a little. She grabbed the showerhead and let the water rinse the foam from her. The warm water relaxed her, between the roses, candles, and the lingerie, her mind couldn't help but wander and think naughty thoughts. Her hands slipped down involuntarily. Her lower abdomen tickled.

She led the showerhead towards her most sensitive area, feeling the warm water gently caress her inner folds. She wanted to be clean and ready for what was to follow but didn't want to waste her first orgasm on self-love. When she felt hot and ready, she stopped, saving the fireworks for her lover.

She quickly turned off the tap and dried. She went into her room and looked carefully at the lingerie set. Mmmm... It is very sexy. She pulled it on and looked at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. She would prefer to go downstairs like that, but she decided to stick to the assignment and put on the other clothes.

She then put her hair up and put on light makeup. Again she inspected herself in the mirror. Carefully she blew out the candles, knowing that she would have the misfortune that something would catch fire. She went to the door and opened it. The trail was still there, and she followed it again. Once arriving downstairs, something had changed.

The track now led to the kitchen door. But a note was stuck on that kitchen door. She read the following: "Just open the kitchen door, but keep your eyes closed." She did what she was asked to do. Something smells good, she thought. Then she felt a hand take her hand. She smelled HIS smell and felt how he kissed her. He started with her lips, and the kisses went lower and lower until his head was under her dress and he was kissing her already wet pussy. He slid her lingerie to the side and began wordlessly licking her inner folds.

He took two of his strong fingers and gently spread her labia to get full access to her throbbing clitoris. She felt her juices spill down the sides of her thighs. Unable to control her body, she began rocking back and forth, riding his face. He kept swirling his tongue around her nub as he inserted one finger and curved it towards her g-spot and started stroking it back and forth, not stopping the generous lapping of his tongue. Her rocking became more feverish as she needed to be stretched and filled up. He took the hint and inserted two of his thick fingers into her and began pumping. He started slow and began picking up pace as she rode him hard. He sucked, licked, and swirled as he devoured her hungrily, unable to get enough. Keeping his rhythm, her moans turned into yells, and she unleashed the frustration and pent-up emotions she'd be storing all-day. When the orgasm came, she lost control, and he had to hold her up with his free hand as she shuttered and nearly collapsed with relief.

Once she finished, he led her somewhere, she thought to the dining table, but she did not know for sure."Open your eyes honey..." he whispered softly. She responded to his request and opened her eyes. What she saw made her eyes immediately fill with tears. How incredibly sweet!! She saw the dining table in front of her, with a number of candles that lit up the entire room. The table was also partly strewn with rose petals. Softly she heard background music that gave her goosebumps.

A tear rolled down her cheek, and he gently wiped it away. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said in a choked voice. "Come on, let's sit at the table," he replied, giving her the sweetest look ever. He had cooked wonderfully. She would never tease him again about his cooking talent.

After dinner, she wanted to help him with the dishes, and after some insistence, he agreed. Together in the kitchen, at that moment, she everything was perfect. Then he told her that she could go relax on the couch while he took a shower. But instead of the couch, she preferred to lie down on her bed covered with rose petals. So when he was already upstairs, she went up to her bed, re-lit the candles again and put on some music. To give him a little surprise, she took off her clothes but kept the lingerie set on. She lay down on the bed like this, but tiredness prevailed so that she fell asleep without wanting to.

"The surprise was a success," he thought, laughing as he dried himself. "In a second part..."

He went downstairs and entered the living room, but she wasn't there. Confused, he went looking for her and went upstairs again, opened her room door, and saw her lying there on the bed. "It looks like she fell asleep," he thought tenderly. He sight of her in the new lingerie made his dick twitch and begin to harden. He decided to continue with his plan even though she slept. He carefully sat down next to her and brushed her hair out of her face. He kissed her lightly, careful not to wake her up.

He stood up and picked up a bottle of massage oil. He warmed it up a bit in his hands and put his hands on her belly for a moment to then massage softly, starting at her breasts, kneeding them gently and then sucked on each nipple. She moaned softly in her sleep.

That sound excited him as always. He massaged a little firmer in the hope that it would wake her up, but that didn't happen. She moaned a few more times, so he only wanted her more, but of course, he couldn't make it while she slept. He gently kissed her neck and briefly sucked her ear. Apparently, she slept rather tightly because even now she didn't wake up. She did, however, make more and more noise, which only made him more excited. His erection was pressing uncomfortably against his boxers, threatening to burst out. He wanted to make love to her right now.

But how did he wake her up in a nice way? "Go on, sweetheart," he suddenly heard her say. He looked up, startled, but she seemed to really sleep. It seemed that she was exciting was dreaming, because of that idea, his boxer shorts were suddenly too tight and his manhood escaped. She had given him a huge erection without doing any work. He gently nibbled her nipples while holding his hands very carefully put her panties down. She moved very briefly but still seemed to be asleep.

In the meantime, in her sleep, she was expressing all sorts of horny phrases that already made him pant with pleasure. He had almost removed her panties and gently moved between her legs with one hand. He felt that she ready for round two. He wanted to look into her eyes as she came again and decided to wake her out of her wet dream. He kissed her mouth so that she woke up, and then he kissed her whole body, moving towards her sensitive areas again, she moaned and begged him to continue.

He played her with her fingers, making her go crazy with longing. "I want to feel you in me," she moaned. Teasingly, he slipped one finger into her and circled around a little. She moaned and said softly, "I want to taste you..." to which he replied pantingly, "but I don't want to stop that now." He gently rolled her on her side and lay down on his side next to her in such a way that they both got their way. He ravished her passionately, never getting enough as he felt he softly suckle his member, and he trembled with pleasure.

He wanted to focus on her pleasure tonight, his fingers touched her where she wanted it now... When he almost went crazy with the pleasure she stopped... "I don't want you to come now... later on... in me..." she whispered hungrily. He turned and rolled her back on her back. Now he thought it was his turn to pamper her with his tongue again. He did it in such a way that she writhed under his hands and moaned more and more until she reached the top of the mountain. Her gaze invited him, and he glided smoothly into her. They started tenderly and softly, but slowly, they increased the pace. His horny gaze excited her again. He slipped nicely in and out of her wet cave, and the sopping sound made him even hornier... She felt that he was already tense, that the moment was not far away and put her nails in his back. The last moan from him... his moment was there.

Panting, he lay down on her and relaxed. So they stayed for a few minutes until he fell down next to her. She gave him a towel to tidy up. Then he rolled her on her side again and took her in his arms to fall peacefully asleep together.