Those Glasses

You sent me a picture, a selfie, and now I can’t get it out of my head. It’s just a new pair of glasses. I’ve always liked how you look in glasses, but I don’t have a fetish. Sure, they’re great for a role play. You’re my boss, a powerful business woman who always gets her way, or maybe a timid school teacher who can’t say no to her bad-boy student, but you don’t wear glasses when we make love. So it was unexpected when you sent me that picture, and all I could think about was watching you suck on me as you looked into my eyes wearing those glasses.

By the time you get home a few hours later, I can think of nothing but you and those new glasses. You come through the garage door carrying bags and boxes, wearing those glasses. You give me a quick kiss with just a hint of tongue, but I hold you, squeezing your butt and kissing you with some heat. Your raised eyebrows tell me you get the message. You quickly stash your purchases and then return to me. You kiss me like I just kissed you and lead me by the hand to the sofa. You kiss me again while you unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. You push my pants and boxers down to my knees and then roughly shove me onto the sofa.

You stand in front of me, legs spread wide, and slowly hike up your skirt. No panties and already wet. I kick my feet out of my clothes as you kneel on the sofa, straddling my hips. You remove your glasses and place them on the end table. I pick them up and put them back on your face.

“Look at me.”

You don’t question. You lean down to kiss me as your hand slides up and down on my hard cock. You straighten up, looking at me through your new glasses, and guide me inside you. You’re so wet, and you move your hips so skilfully. We look into each other’s eyes as your hips rock, circle, rise and fall, pleasure followed by pleasure.

Our lovemaking continues, and I’m thinking you’re going to come before I’m ready, so I stand and pull you to your feet. I bend at the waist, propping myself up on my arms. You step behind me and lift my skirt so you can look at my butt while I spread my legs a little more. Taking my hips in your hands, you slide your cock into me, banging and slapping into my butt with your hips, but then you stop abruptly.

“Look at me.”

I twist my head around to look back over my shoulder. You’re looking into my eyes, and I know you’re focusing on my new glasses, and then you begin to thrust, fast and hard. I can see the pleasure spread across your face, and I know you are just about to come, but you stop again. You haven’t yet had what you’d spent your day thinking about.

You turn me around and guide me to my knees. I look up, waiting for directions. Then you push the tip of your cock between my lips, and I begin to suck. After a moment or two, I lose myself in the sensation of your hard, smooth tip and the soft skin of your shaft in my mouth. I close my eyes.

“Look at me.”

I look up and you tell me that I am your fantasy come to life, that I am perfect, beautiful and sexy. Your eyes are filled with love as I suck on your cock. You pull out, right on the edge of your orgasm, and begin to stroke your shaft. I close my eyes, licking your balls, but apparently that’s not what you want.

“Look at me.”

I look up and see what I mean to you, and our eyes lock as you continue stroking, the tip of your cock almost touching my new glasses. You continue stroking yourself as I look into your eyes, waiting. You continue stroking as the tension builds. And then, with a loud moan, your whole body orgasms. You watch as your cum splashes across my new glasses and drips from the frames to my cheeks and lips. I remain still, with my face tilted upward, showing you what you’ve wanted to see all day.