SPILLING

The wine and laughter flowed as we talked between glasses in the kitchen. Our more intimate thoughts, intensifying the underlying mutual desire, spill out of our lips....
  
Then, after filling the latest glass, you unexpectedly spilled some wine on your date night frock....  
   
You calm down after being startled by the cold wetness then scold me me with a wink: "You'll have to help me change out of this! I'm wet through!" Gallantly I accompany you, hands holding you up and same time fondling your curves, into the bathroom. There in this most private room, you tell me you've changed mind about changing, wrapped up as we are in each other's arms. "Let's just strip off". Into a mingling pile we spill our clothes on the bathroom floor.....  
   
I help you undo your dark bra and get excited as I see your bare-nippled breasts spill out.....  
   
I cup your breasts, breathe and caress upon your bare skin, get further roused to iron rigidity as I feel and smell your wet excitement begin to spill out from between your thighs.....  
   
We don't want to go to bed, you say, do it here. The loo seat is covered, so I sit upon it. Past resistance now, you spill your body, front to front, onto mine...…  
   
You undo the top knot on your head.  Your golden locks spill down your back and over your shoulders like a waterfall.....  
   
My fingers play among the blonde strands and I kiss the breasts so close to my face. You start to cowgirl me, thighs forking astride mine as I enter.  You pump up-down on my immersed manhood, making me rock in reply.  All through the session the bathroom echoes with the breaths and moans and uncensored expletives spilling from deep in our throats through open mouths....  
   
The thrusting mounts in speed, no stopping until I come, spilling my seed within your eagerly gripping walls...  
   
In response your own climax spills out, anointing my lap with the ultimate expression of your satisfaction...