When last I saw you

 
We parted with a pat from me on your butt
and a kiss from you on my cheek.

I expected more than that kiss then,
and, bluntly, I expected more now than,
"What do I think of the weather?"

Because, frankly, it's a bit chilly.

No, I didn't get around to fixing your internet access.
Something else came up.
If you remember.

Still can't access the internet,
and you want me to come by
and see what I can do?

Is the broadband box still on the top shelf?

You remember what happened
when I tried to reach where you pointed.

You want me to try to reach it again?

Actually, it is beginning to feel not so chilly at all.

You think it will get warmer?

Sure, I can stop by at 4.

Definitely warmer.

Anticipation made the day seem longer,
it also made it feel warmer.

Arrived at her door at 4.

Calling out from inside,
"Come on in.
Internet thing is on the top shelf.
I left a step ladder there for you."

Maybe a little colder?

Wobbly ladder.
Stretched.
Reached the top shelf.
Lifted it down.
It was unplugged.
Plugged it in.

Standing on the top of the ladder,
holding it in one hand,
calling to her in another room,
"Try it now.
it should work just fine."

Suddenly behind me,
"It works.
That ladder is wobbly.
Let me steady you
as you stretch to put it back up there."

Her hands on my hips.

Warmer again.

Stretched up,
on my toes,
to put it back on the top shelf.

Wobbled.
She held on tighter,
grabbed my belt.

Warmer, but not yet hot.

As I was stretching,
standing on my toes,
the second I placed it on the shelf,
I felt my pants pulled down my legs,
boxer briefs too.

Heat was rising rapidly.

With my pants hobbling my legs,
I carefully turned around,
looked down on the top
of her very blonde head;
I was high enough on the ladder,
that my stiffening dick was
just about even
with her mouth.

Definitely getting hot.

The tip of her tongue
touched the tip of my cock,
licked its way around,
up and down,
as she moved me in and out
of her mouth,
while gripping and cuddling my balls
with her hand.

She was slurping like it was a popsicle.

A popsicle that, rather than melting smaller,
was stiffening, growing larger.

I was wobbling on the ladder,
holding on to her head,
gripping handfuls of hair,
moving in and out of her mouth,
with my legs trapped
by my still belted jeans
down around my ankles.

She stepped back,
looked up at me,
i saw that she was gorgeously nude.

Is that why she had stayed out of sight
in another room?

"Lean back against the shelves,
steady yourself,
you're not getting down from there,
until I've swallowed all of you,
and milked you for your cum."

She pushed my shoulders back against the shelves,
reached around with one hand to grip my ass,
took my cock into her mouth,
and with her other hand,
squeezed my balls.

I tried not to wobble on the ladder,
but my legs *were* starting to shake.

Her mouth swallowed my cock,
taking it all,
in and out,
while her tongue worked its magic.

I knew I was about to cum.

I throbbed and squirted,
she sucked and swallowed.

My knees were weak,
I needed off that ladder.

"Hop on down from there.
I've had my drink."

"I'll help you take off those pants and shorts,
so you can walk,
and that shirt and t-shirt too.
With me already nude,
you're definitely over dressed."

"Now join me for tea."

"While you fixed the internet thing,
I laid it out,
over there,
on the rug,
in front of the fire."

"The tea should still be warm,
the fireplace is burning,
the rug is soft,
and we're both hot."