The Glass Top Table

I generally prefer what you might call the girlfriend experience to the wham-bang type of encounter that some ladies go for. I like to think it's a very special type of girlfriend experience though, because I can't imagine many girlfriends doing some of the things that I enjoy, but even when things get a little less conventional, it's still done with a little gentleness, affection - love even - that means the two of us share some gentle, sensual special time together.

But that isn't always the case! Sometimes the ladylike part of me gets overruled by a certain bodily part and events take a slightly more risque turn.

I turned up in a long sensible coat - I didn't want to freak out the good members of his neighbourhood watch - with the result that when he opened the door to me his face fell a little. I made a little bit of Smalltalk, then as soon as the door was closed behind me I shrugged the coat off and let him feast his eyes.

I leaned brazenly against the wall as if he had found me walking near a dodgy bar on the docks or something, and I could tell the look was having the desired effect! I turned this way and that, showing how nicely my new bra accentuated the curves he was so busy dribbling over, and just how hard the laces on my top had to work to keep my boobs from bursting out.

He wanted me through to the bedroom right there and t! hen, but I decided a little anticipation wouldn't go amiss. I ! posed on his hallway chair, then the glass topped table nearby caught my eye. I half considered letting him have me on it, but I was reluctant to do anything that might cause it to break! It was, however, ideal from the point of view of displaying my goodies to him.

With each pose I teased him. I pushed my cleavage into the glass inches from his nose and asked him, "would you like to feel my tits?" I lifted my skirt and asked if he wanted to cup my bottom, and finally in the most wanton display I sat back on the table, spread my pussy lips wide, and showed him where his cock would be in a very short while! With him reclining beneath me, I pressed myself up against the glass in a variety of positions like this, enjoying the gentle moans as he put his hands up to touch me, but was blocked every time by the glass of the tabletop.

In the end the anticipation got too much for me too, and with an extended hand and a whispered "I think I'd like to be fucked by you now,"