I sat on the familiar cushioned stool, examining the girl staring back at me in the mirror, my knees spread just far enough apart for the cool air to glide across my bare skin. I see the same pale blue eyes, round nose, and narrow cheekbones as I did years ago. This is the same place I sat to prepare for the homecoming dance, cheerleading tryouts, and my first date.
It’s the same place I sat just 30 days prior, grooming myself for Timothy’s send-off. I felt proud and humbled over his decision but also nervous and apprehensive. Would they be kind to him in boot camp? Would he eat and sleep enough? Would they break him?
I also selfishly thought about what 30 days away from Timothy meant for me. Missing his strong hands on my body. The taste of his lips. The way he knew how to tease me and please me with the perfect mixture of aggression and patience. Timothy was my first in so many ways. My first lover. My first orgasm. And the first one to show me just how thrilling rough sex could be.
I touch my cheek, blushing at the thought. I still have flashbacks to the first time he tied me up, blindfolded, and spanked me. I bite my lip, the memory electrifying my senses. I open my eyes, looking at my reflection. It’s still me except now my eyes are alive with desire. I want him home. Now.
I grab my long, thick blonde hair between my thin fingers and give it a tug the way Timothy has done so many times before. My lips part slightly. It feels good but not as good as when he does it. I slowly twirl a two-inch strand around my index finger. I can feel every strand of hair tugging at my scalp. The sensitive, virgin skin burning with a mix of pain and desire.
With one more tug, my nipples spring to life. I graze them with the palm of my hand as they grow firm beneath my thin white nightshirt. I press my knees open a few inches wider, pulling down on my hair with one hand and continuing to flick and pinch my taut nipples with the other. I arch my neck and close my eyes, getting lost in the sensation.
I hear the bedroom door open and close gently but I don’t move. My heart stops and my breath catches in my throat. It’s him. I can barely breathe. My hair is intertwined in my fingers now as I pull harder, a mix of urgency and anticipation. I sense him getting closer and slide the loose-fitting shirt off my shoulders, exposing my breasts to the open air. Another intake of breath forces my lips farther apart as I stifled a groan.
He’s behind me now. The entire atmosphere in the room has shifted in his presence. The air is somehow more alive — electrified. I keep my eyes shut tight but I can feel him. I can smell him. My Timothy. I want nothing more than to stand up and throw my arms around him but I don’t. It’s more fun this way.
I slowly slide my hand from my breast, down the center of my torso, stopping briefly at the waistband of my shorts. Before I can reach my most sacred spot, he grips my wrist.
“No”, he whispers seductively in my ear. “Don’t touch.” His breath is warm and smells of sweet mint.
I exhale loudly, letting him guide my hand back to my lap, placing it on my knee. I can sense a playful smirk dancing across his lips. He wants all my pleasure for himself. The thought intoxicates me. His hands are on my shoulders now. Strong and firm. His desire and desperation radiate through my skin. He kneads the tight muscles in my neck with expert precision, gentle at first but slowly increasing with pressure and urgency.
His hands slide across my shoulder blades, gently tickling my flesh. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as he grips all of my hair in a tight bundle before tugging down, fast and hard. I gasp.
“You like that?” He leans down and whispers in my ear, his voice husky and drunk with power.
“Yes.” My voice and breath barely escape my lips as he pulls down harder, forcing my neck back and my chin toward the sky.
As if just noticing my exposed breasts, he slowly walks his fingers down my collarbone and chest, giving each erect nipple his undivided attention. He pinches and tugs them with just the right amount of pressure. Twirling and pulling, responding to my body language as if inside my head. Heat and warmth radiate down my belly and spread like wildfire between my legs. I begin to rock back and forth on the stool, my swollen clit rubbing against the cushion beneath me. He steps closer, pressing his growing erection into my back. I can’t help but grin. He wants me too.
Then, without warning, he kicks the stool from beneath me and my legs give out. He catches my body as it collapses, one strong arm around my waist and the other still clinging to my thick locks. I gasp in surprise and excitement. He pauses, giving me a chance to regain my balance. I grip the dresser as he presses my belly inward, forcing me to bend at the waist. I’m bent over the dresser now, at his complete mercy.
I stare into the mirror, straining to get a glimpse of him but from this angle, I can’t see his face. All I see is his gorgeous, chiseled body. Bootcamp has done him good. The soft light from my lamp dances across the lines and curves of his biceps. The muscles in his forearm flex and strain as he slowly wraps my hair around his hand, holding tight like a cowboy on the reins of a wild horse.
My breasts hang loosely beneath me and with one swift move, he removes my now saturated shorts, exposing me fully. He looks down, drinking in my body, his free hand slowly trailing down my tailbone and tracing the lines of my lower back and ass. He gives my backside a firm smack, tugging on my hair simultaneously. My body bucks forward and I laugh wildly. Using his barefoot, he kicks my legs farther apart, forcing my chest and face down onto the dresser. The wood is cold and hard against my nipples. My face is pressed into the surface and now I can just see the curved lines of his mouth. Those perfect delicious lips form a sinister and seductive smile.
“Are you ready for this?” His voice is so calm and measured, with a hint of playfulness that sends goosebumps up my skin, to my nipples, and back down to my clit.
I nod gently, unable to formulate words amid the desire that consumes me.
I close my eyes, gripping the surface of the dresser which offers little traction. I relish in the sensation as he slides the tip of his erection up and down my wet folds. He slowly penetrates an inch before pulling out. The teasing game continues. I try to lift my upper body but he overpowers me. He still has a hold of my hair and now, his forearm is resting on my upper back, keeping me in position.
“You want this?” He taunts.
I struggle to nod as my cheek presses harder against the unforgiving surface. This time, he pushes into my wetness a few inches without stopping. He plunges the entire length of his glorious cock into my body, spreading my lips with ease. I gasp as his swollen balls make contact with my flesh. He pulls back out, leaving the tip in place before thrusting into me again.
I try to push up on my hands but he forces me back down, pushing and pulling my body against his rock hard tool.
“I want to see,” I plead breathily. “I want to see you fuck me.”
After a moment’s pause, he releases his grip on my back, letting me up. I look into the mirror and a fresh flood of heat permeates my body, settling between my legs where his cock slides in and out of my pussy. I watch the muscles in his torso twist and tighten with every stroke. He’s still gripping my hair tightly, his other hand kneading the flesh of my ass. My small tits sway freely beneath me. I want more.
“Pull my hair,” I cry out. “Harder. Do it hard.”
He grunts even louder and obliges, yanking backward with brute force, sending a sharp pain through my scalp. The sensation skirts the line between pain and pleasure. I cry out again. The harder he tugs on my hair, the harder he fucks me.
I feel pressure swelling in my belly, building as our bodies slam into one another. The perfume bottles and lotion on my dresser fall over and the mirror taps rhythmically against the wall as he fucks with me a steady rhythm.
I reach back, gripping his muscular ass, willing him to go deeper. His skin is moist with sweat and I know I’m about to explode.
“Fuck me hard, Timothy. I’m gonna come!”
No sooner do the words escape my lips than we climax in unison. With one hand still twisted in my hair, his other holds my hip, guiding my body over his shaft. I feel the rush of heat as he fills me up, our thick, sweet juices mixed together in ultimate satisfaction. As my orgasm subsides, I collapse onto the dresser. He slows his pace and for the first time in what feels like forever, he releases my hair. I sigh audibly, the sensation of blood rushing back into my scalp is a welcome relief.
I rest my head on my folded arms as he slowly slides out of me, the aftermath of our encounter gliding down my inner thighs. I gaze up at him in the mirror, basking in an overwhelming sense of euphoria.
“Welcome home, baby.”
It had been the longest 30 days of my life. Sure, boot camp was brutal. The drill sergeants showed no mercy, the showers lasted 2 minutes, and the mattresses were like concrete. But no physical punishment compared to being away from her. 30 days without smelling her skin, feeling her warm body, and pulling on that thick, golden hair. Veronica drove me wild from the first day I saw her.
It wasn’t long before we were making out in the back of the movie theater and screwing on the roof of my Mustang. She was incredible — way more sexual and seductive than she gave herself credit for. I can vividly remember the first time she let me tie her up. I wasn’t sure how she’d react and let’s just say, pleased is an understatement. Her wetness stained my sheets. I feel my cock twitch to life at the memory of sleeping in those sheets for a week after. Bathing in her sex. Smelling her.
Now, my heart’s racing like it’s the first time. I’m standing outside her bedroom door, staring at the gold, curved door handle and I know she’s on the other side waiting for me. Horny, eager, wet. The thought sends another rush of blood to my crotch, my dick straining against my thin shorts. It’s been a long 30 days and I’m ready for my reward.
As I slowly push the door open, it scrapes roughly against the carpet. The room is dim, the only light coming from Veronica’s seashell lamp. I see her immediately out of the corner of my eye. She’s sitting at her vanity like an innocent little schoolgirl. I grin. Oh, I know better.
I approach her slowly, cautiously. The heat between us is palpable. I can feel her before I reach her. My eyes trace over her long, golden hair. Her skin looks as smooth and creamy as I remember. I fight the urge to touch her. Every muscle in my body tenses with excitement and expectation. My cock is throbbing now at the sight of her. As I take my position behind her, the scent of her sweet skin wafts up, filling my nose like an elixir.
Her hands are on her breasts. Her soft, round tits. I lick my lips, craving them in my mouth. Her hand slowly glides down her stomach toward her crotch. As much as I love watching Veronica pleasure herself, tonight, she’s all mine.
I reach around, grabbing her hand inches from her mound.
“No”. I lean down and whisper in her ear, fighting the urge to nibble her soft lobe. “Don’t touch.”
I close my eyes, relishing in her scent. Knowing how wet she gets for me. I place her hand gently on her knee and begin massaging her shoulders. She’s tense. She needs a release and I intend on giving it to her. I tickle the soft flesh above her nightgown, feeling goosebumps sprout on her taut skin. Her nipples perk and she arches her back slightly. I want her so fucking bad.
I grip her thick hair tightly. The smooth strands wrap easily around my fingers. God how I’ve missed this. The familiar feeling washes over me like sweet relief. I pull down, hard enough to get a reaction and she moans. My cock swells and twitches with delight. I love the effect I have on her. I pull down harder, forcing her chin toward the ceiling.
“You like that?” I ask gruffly, channeling my own inner drill sergeant.
“Yes.” Her voice drips with desire and urgency. I want to give her exactly what she wants and what I’ve been wanting for weeks.
I stare at this gorgeous woman in front of me. My Veronica. The light cascades off her beautiful nipples and I know I need to touch her body before I explode. With measured restraint, I slowly trail my fingers down her neck and chest as they find their way to her right nipple and then the left. I squeeze, pinch, and twist them gently at first and then harder. I watch as her lips part and her body moves, begging for more. I tug on her hair with the same urgency as her nipples, alternating between soft and hard.
I feel droplets of precum erupting from the head of my shaft and I know I can’t wait any longer. With one swift move, I grab Veronica around the waist and kick the stool out from beneath her. She falls into my arms like a precious gift. I grasp her tightly, letting her acclimate to the change in position. As she steadies herself, I press against her flat stomach, forcing her into a bent over position. My breath quickens in anticipation. I love taking her from behind.
I press my hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her chest flat against the dress. Her ass meets my crotch at the perfect angle. Her skin is soft, smooth, and tight. More precum slides down my expectant shaft. I wrap her long hair around my hand, gripping it like the reins of a wild buck.
I grab the waistband of her shorts and pull them off, exposing her glorious pussy for my enjoyment. Her lips glisten in the dim light. I analyze every fold and line of her skin. That delicious pussy I’ve missed so much. It’s soaked and it’s all for me. I gently tickle her back before delivering a loud smack to her full, round ass. I shove my knee between her legs, spreading them wider, giving me full access to what I want most.
“Are you ready for this?” I grin. It’s a silly question. We both know the answer.
Veronica nods, her head barely moving beneath the pressure of my hand. My cock easily springs free from my shorts, dripping with excitement. I grab my throbbing shaft, slowly, tortiously running the tip up and down her sacred spot. The warmth of her thick cream nearly sends me over the edge. I pull away, composing myself. She tries to change position but I won’t let her. I drive my forearm into her back. I love a good struggle and so does she.
“You want this?” I ask, letting the tip of my cock hover just inches from her sex.
She nods again as I slowly push the head of my tool between her lips, spreading them like a beautiful flower. The sensation is too much. With one fluid motion, I ram the entire length of my cock into her tight hole. She cries out and I’m overcome with warmth and urgency. She feels incredible. Even better than I remembered.
I grab her hair tightly with one hand, my free hand gripping her full ass, pushing and pulling her slippery cunt over my cock. She tries to push herself up but I shove her back down again, gripping her tight and hard as I continue fucking her rhythmically. My balls smack gently against her soft skin, begging for release.
“I want to see”, she begs. “I want to see you fuck me.”
Her words wash over me, nearly bringing me to my end. I lift my forearm, letting her push up on straight arms. We make eye contact through the mirror and once again, I almost burst. My hand rests on her soft flesh as my cock makes quick work of punishing her sweet pussy. I hold her hair firmly like an anchor.
“Pull my hair,” she cries out. “Harder. Do it harder.”
With every word, I move closer to my climax. I try to control my moans as I yank on her hair, arching her back, and willing my cock an inch deeper into her oasis. Her hands are frantically moving across the dresser. Bottles clank together and fall and the mirror taps against the wall in unison with our movements. I can’t hold on much longer.
Her hand is on my ass, pulling me close, willing me to come and I happily oblige. With a final thrust and deep-throated grunt, my body gives way to the orgasm that’s been building in me for 30 days. It comes in waves, each more satisfying than the next. I fill every inch of her body with my thick hot gift as the walls of her cunt grip my shaft in her own intense release.
I let go of her hair, watching it cascade down her back, sticking to the beads of sweat trailing down her spine. As stiffness leaves my shaft, it slowly slides from her body. Veronica is breathing heavy, a look of pure contentment on her face. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror and she smiles.