From some little cubby hole, she produced a balloon. He paid little attention to her as she blew it up, her fingers making the plastic squeak as she tied a knot in the end. "Look what I've got." She said, holding the pear shaped balloon on her fingertips. "Wanna play catch?"
He looked up from the stack of papers before him, fixing a blank stare on the balloon. "Not now, honey. I'm busy."
"Busy, smizzy." She bounced the balloon off his head, smiling seductively. "It's Friday night. You have all weekend to do this. Relax a little tonight." She bounced the balloon off his head once again. "Come play with me."
"Don't do that again."
"What?" She asked. "This?" She bounced the balloon off his head, then squealed as he flung the chair back, suddenly on his feet and chasing after her. He growled, grabbing at her shirt, making her squeal again. She slipped through his fingers, darting through the kitchen and back into the dining room. "Gotcha!" He shouted, cornering her in the den.
"Oh Yeah?" She was breathing hard, from the sudden exertion and all the laughter. "I thought you were too busy to bother with me tonight."
"Heh heh heh.... I'm never too busy to bother you, lady." He leered. He grabbed for her and missed, his fingertips whispering against the thin fabric of her shirt. "In fact, now you've gone and done it. Now I am going to bother you all night long."
"Hah! I'll believe that when I see it !" She picked up a pillow from the sofa and threw it at him. "All night!" She scoffed.
"All Night, baby. I'll have you begging for mercy before midnight."
She laughed again, watching him bat away the pillow she tossed. "Catch me! Catch me if you can!" She teased.
"All right!" He swung a leg over the couch, using the springiness of the cushions to propel himself towards her. "Gotcha!" He cried, wrapping his arms around her. waist. She struggled, but only enough den, ensure the contact between her backside and his hard member. "I guess you got me." She cried between laughs. "Now what are you going to do with me?"
"I'm thinking. I'm thinking." He cupped one breast, pinching her nipple through her clothes. "I should take a belt to your behind, young lady." He said sternly. "I'll teach you a lesson about bothering people."
"You wouldn't dare!"
:Wouldn't I?" He backed up towards the dining room, where he'd left his belt earlier when he'd come home. She was always on his case about leaving his things laying around... well this time, it had played into his schemes. He started to sit down and put her over his knee, but suddenly he thought of a better idea.
Steering her back into the den, he bent her over the couch and captured her arms by her sides, wrapping the belt around her to secure her that way. "Hey!" She shouted, trying to squirm away. "Don't you dare!"
"Dare. Dare. You keep using that word. Of course I dare." He helped her stand up, then looked into her eyes. He saw no real anger there, so he didn't stop. "In fact, my dear," he whispered, bending her back over the couch, "I plan on daring a great deal more."
She squirmed in her bonds, trying to find a way out of the belt. It didn't hurt, but she was definitely trapped. Every time she tried to stand up, he gently but firmly pushed her back down over the couch. "First," he said, as she felt his hands slide all across her back and her ass, down the backs of her thighs., "First we have to get rid of some of these restricting clothes."
Bending over her, he kissed the back of her neck, making her shudder. His fingers found the zipper on her jeans, and suddenly, her pants were gone, and those same fingers were dipping inside her panties, sliding down her shaved lips to slip inside. "Already wet and waiting for me." He said, his breath hot against her neck. He captured her earlobe between his teeth, and she had to moan. "Damn you." She said, her pussy already twitching around his invading finger. "You know I can't take it when you kiss the back of my neck!"
"Oh? Like this? Or This?" he left a trail of fire across the sensitive skin, his teeth gently gnawing her shoulder. She gasped, her hips starting to thrust back against his fingers. "Uh-uh-uh.... no cumming until I tell you to." He whispered. He gave her one last kiss on her back, the kind that would leave a hickey. "Oh, I'm going to get you for this!'' She said.
"Can I take that as a promise?" He laughed. He stepped away from her, then her panties were on the floor. She heard another zipper, and the jingle of change as he stepped out of his own pants. "How you doing there, baby?" He asked, running his palms around the sweet curves of her ass. Holding his cock, he rubbed it against her thighs and all over her hips and her ass, then slid it carefully along her wet pussy, just between the lips. "You like that?"
Her answer came in the form of even more moaning. "Don't tease me, please." She begged, pushing back against him. The swollen head of his cock kept striking her equally swollen clit, sending her into near spasms. "Please!"
"Please? Please?" He slid deep inside her, and she cried out, her first orgasm washing across her, making her pussy clamp delightfully around his hard cock. Holding her by her hips , he began to pump in and out as fast as he could, the slurrpy wet sounds of their love a symphony to their ears.
Deeper and deeper he thrust, harder and harder until her cries came again, and he was filling her up with his cum. "Oh Gawd." He moaned, laying on top of her. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her, feeling her heart pounding in rhythm with his own.
"I suppose," She said after they had both calmed down a bit, "that asking to be released would be silly?"
"Oh, I don't know." He started kissing her neck and shoulders, smelling the light lemon fragrance she wore in her hair. "Is it causing you pain or discomfort?" She shook her head. "Then yes, it is silly."
With a contented sigh, he stood up and stepped away from her, his cock still semi hard as he pulled out of her. "Remember, I promised to bother you all night." He walked around to the front of the sofa, and presented his cock to her. She smiled, then stuck out her tongue to clean off their love making.
Just watching her full lips close around his cock made him grow harder, and he decided to have some fun. After all, her hands were trapped, and he could ...... he laughed, pulling his cock out of her mouth and rubbing the head across her lips, her cheeks, all over her face. Oh yeas, tonight would be fun......
~There are worse hobbies than windmill jousting~