I was ready for sex. Freshly showered, shaved, and oiled up, my warm soft skin felt alive under the dress. It was form fitting around my small breast which emphasized my erect nipples and the flowing skirt allowed my legs to brush up against each other. I enjoy the feel of soft warm skin, even if it is my own. Exchanging a few tantalizing emails earlier in the day, had set the mood for some hot passionate sex. As soon as I walked in his door, his hands roamed freely, informing him that I wasnt wearing anything under the dress.

We quickly made our way to his king size bed, which we knew would soon be dotted with wet spots.

As he laid me on the bed, he dove under the dress to taste the sweet smelling, smoothly shaved womanhood which I freely offered for his enjoyment. Once I began to moan with the building pleasure, I asked if we could try one of the positions I had fantasized about. Without even knowing what fantasy I was talking about, the gleam in his eye emphasized his total enthusiasium. Without any inhibitions, I asked him to take me from behind while bending me over his kitchen table. I had worn the heels and dress specifically for the extra height it would give me and easy access to my softness.

He walked me past the kitchen table and into the formal dining room.

This table would work better he said. I bent forward, leaning on my elbows as he lifted my dress up to expose me from behind.

He toyed his fingers to make sure I was wet enough for entry, it was a wasted effort.

I was already extremely wet, after all this was my fantasy. Feeling my slippery lips was a complete turn on for him as well. One long slow push and he was in all the way.

I melted with one thrust. I pressed my chest to the table and turned my head sideways so I could breathe. I was half moaning half screaming because of how deep he was going.

I had to reach one arm across the table to hold on to the edge and the other arm I had to hold on to the tables edge by our legs. He was taking my body for a ride and I was holding on with all the strength my arms could muster.

My legs were quivering as the first orgasm took hold. He paused long enough to let my legs quit shaking, then he began to slowly move all the way out until the just the rim of his head was barely in, then slowly fill me up again. A couple of minutes and I was screaming again as I felt my juices flowing down my legs. Again he let my legs quit shaking before he turned me over to lie on my back. I would have been satisfied to have rested for a while, but he was still rock hard and ready to pump. While smiling up at him, he entered me in one quick movement before I realized what was going to happen. It was instant ecstasy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to help him thrust into me as deeply as he could. As I came that time, I found out his dining room echos if you yell loud enough. I was exhausted and felt my whole body go blissfully limp. He looked down at me with a huge smile on his face and gently picked me up while he remained inside of me. His strength makes it easy for him to maneuver my much smaller body however wants to. He gently walked back to the bedroom were he laid us down on his bed. He knows that I will flow more with each additional orgasm, so he asked if I was ready to spread wet spots all over the bed.