Taste of you(I)

Mia’s POV

“Open up.” I mumbled as I rang the doorbell to my friend’a apartment.

Lena opened the door in her typical after-work clothes tight tank top, shorts, which revealed her fit legs and flat stomach. Her dark hair was dishevelled, and as though she had just run her fingers through it. 'Mia? Your eyes are puffy. You good? What happened? she said, and gave me a hug. She smelled of lavender soap and hospital antiseptic, which always made me feel secure.

“The usual,” I said to her , and went in. Her room was small yet comfortable, and the doors to the balcony were open. I opened the wine immediately, and poured it out into wine glasses. I went out with her into the balcony, where there were two chairs facing the city lights. It was hot as a blanket around us and I kicked off my sandals, and could feel the cool tile at my feet.

We drank and chatted--or, to be more exact, I chatted while she listened. 'He's such an asshole, Lena. Blames me all the time, that I am not a good person, like I do not move Heaven and earth for his sake. I feel like I am suffocating. Whats even worse, he has stopped touching me! Makes me feel unwanted! And he knew the kind of person I was before he married me.” My voice broke, I put my glass down, and the wine was already in my head.

Lena came up and rubbed her fingers on my arm, and they were light and warm. 'Hey, you're not trapped. You're here with me now. He'll cool off, or whatever. Don’t worry hm?”

We continued to drink, and the bottle was emptied quicker than I had anticipated. At last the night air began to get cooler, but not enough to drive away the irritation that was accumulating within me.

Sometime later Lena yawned with a stretch. 'I'm tired from my shift. Let's head inside.' We sat down on the couch in her living room and the wine had everything loosening and warming. I sat beside her and our thighs were touching as we consumed the remaining part of the bottle. She pressed her head against my shoulder, and was murmuring about the fact that she was so glad I had come. Soon I found she was breathing evenly, she had fallen asleep there.

I sat and gazed upon her calm countenance a minute, but the liquor and the anger that had been repressed in me turned it into another thing. Sexual frustration. My cock jerked in my dress, sore and stiff with lack of attention. It was too much that my husband had not touched me in weeks and that I was so close to Lena, that I could feel her body heating. I tapped her lightly and she went to her bedroom.

Now left all alone, the frustration struck more. The giant mirror leaning against the wall, on which Lena practiced yoga or whatever, reflected the empty chair and the city itself. I took the bottle of baby oil at the side table; she had said it was to use in massages. I hiked up my dress, and pulled my cock out of it, my hands shaking. It was already stiff, strong and veined, and the head had been oozing pre-cum in the damp air. I put a little oil in my palm, greasing it up very slowly, and I could see myself in the glass. My hips moved and I began to stroke, base to tip, squeeze to the tip

“Fuck,” I said, looking at myself. The oil made my movement slick but however hard I pumped, the edge would not come. The orgasm eluded me, but my balls became tight. My sweat dripped down my cleavage, and my red hair fell down my face. I needed more. Something real.

I couldn't stop myself. I put my cock back under the dress and crept into the bedroom of Lena. The door opened ajar, yet she made no movement. The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness.

On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light.

I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

“God, I would have buried myself there, and had her tight walls squeeze round me. Lena,” I thought, and imagined myself thrusting my cock into her wetness, and pounding her until she screamed my name. My hand was moving quicker, with a sound that was slick and filled the room of silence. I imagined her getting up, opening her legs further, and pleading with me to have sex with her.

The tension was great, short gasps in my breaths. I bent forward and looked at the way her boobs moved a little as she breathed. I felt my cock throb in my hand, oil dripping on my shaft. At last it came, waves of pleasure crashing, and I came hard, and the ropes of thick cum flew out, and splattered upon the floor between us. “Oh, fuck, Lena,” I groaned, the sound tearing out of my throat louder than I had wanted it to be, and my body trembling. “Yes Lena, fuckkk.”

Her eyes fluttered open. 'What are you doing?' The voice of Lena was drowsy and keen, and she awoke slowly, the sheet slipping down to show her tits to full view.

“Jeez Mia, why is your cock in your hand? Did you touch yourself?”