My manager said I could start wrapping up my work to go home. I was serving a small section at the restaurant so I knew I would be home soon. It was only 12:40 and I had two small tables. It was so slow opening that morning, I had been thinking about my errands for the day. I needed to go grocery shopping, and stop by the gas station to fill up my tank and grab some swishers for my boyfriend—I like to spoil him with little things like that.

I start washing some silverware, shaking and spraying the rack while my mind wondered further. I was wanted to make a roast for dinner, it’s his favorite, but It would be too late to start. I settled for chicken and dumplings, noting to pick up the fixings for a roast later this week.

As I slid the silverware into the washer I made my way out to the dining room, and began coaxing my table to pay their bill by asking if they needed boxes or drink refills. As I tried to make them leave, I swept up my section and stocked my table.

Finally they left, and I could buss down their table and leave.

I tipped the bartender, said bye to my manager and the host, fishing my keys from my pocket to get into my car. When I started my car I noticed it was 1:00, and began making my way to run my errands.

I got home at 2:15, started a load of laundry, did the dishes, and cleaned up our apartment. I wanted him to have a relaxing night at home, saving his energy to use on me later.

Fast forward a few hours, and dinner was made, and I was fresh out of the shower: smooth and hairless, with lotion soaking into my skin. I lit candles around our apartment, and then I heard the door open, he was home.

I finish getting my hair brushed and whatnot, finding my boyfriend eating a large serving of dinner, slurping like he haven’t eaten all day. We make small talk and he thanks me for cooking. I give him the swishers, and his face lights up. He does his dishes and heads over to the living room to roll up a blunt, unwind, and chat.

I open the mail while chatting, finding a small package with very general markings addressed to myself. I open it up to find a medium sized metal butt plug with a jewel on the bottom. I forgot I ordered it to try out with my boyfriend as a fun surprise. I get his attention and hold the toy in front of my face. It took him a minute, but he caught on weird a sexy smirk.

I washed the butt plug and laid it on a kitchen towel to dry, walking over to cuddle with my boyfriend. A few minutes into spooning I can feel my boyfriend getting hard. This happens frequently when we don’t see each other for a few days because we’re busy. I softy grind my butt against his boner, making him squeeze his arms around me.

I tease him for a few more minutes then ask him to cuddle me in bed, so it was more comfortable. He wanted to smoke, but he obliged, striped off his clothes, and hopped in. I left on my Calvin’s and laid my head on his chest with my leg around his, the most comfortable spot in this whole world.

I played with his cock through his boxes, slowly but firmly stroking, cupping his balls, kissing his neck, and nibbling his ear lobe. He grabbed my face and passionately began to make out with my, pushing his tongue into my mouth and biting on my bottom lip.

I hopped on top of him for better leverage, licking down his neck into his chest, trailing kisses down to his happy trail. His cock fully erect in his boxers, holding the material tight, his tip on the brink of escaping through the front slit of his underwear. I try to play with him through the slit, but want more access, so I take off his underwear and he takes off mine, following with my bra.

We’re both naked in his bed as I make my way back down to give him head, but he stops me. He grabs onto my leg and positions me onto his face, something I’ve never done before, as I feared I would smother him somehow. He starts to eat my pussy with the same ravaging slurps as his dinner, pulling my labia taught to flick his tongue across more surface area, and I moan with pleasure. I’m so overtaken with excitement that he has to command me to suck his cock.

I began to move my tongue in a windshield wiper lotion around his frenulum, something that drive him crazy with lust. Then I move my tongue around the rest of his tip, licking the thinnest part of my tongue down the back of his penis until I reach his balls, sucking on each one while he penetrates my pussy with one modest finger. I want him to use more than one, I want to feel his hands inside every centimeter of my tight wet pussy, but I just moan out of pleasure and frustration...