You Shouldn't Rub The Lamp...

...Unless you want the genie to pop out.



I stepped off the scales, satisfied with what they were telling me.

She ran her hand from the crinkly hair of my chest, across the smoother hair adorning my abdomen, pausing for a minute to feel its’ newly acquired flatness before continuing further southwards.

”You’re more like the shape you were when I first met you”. She noted, approvingly.

”A bit hairier though” I added.

”Yes, you have got a good deal more body hair just recently”

”Just as long as I don’t have a hairy back” I said, turning round. ”I don’t, do I? I’ve heard it said that women find hairy backs a real turn-off. Is that right?”

She brushed a knuckle gently down my back, from the nape of my neck to the crack of my bum.

”I don’t really know. I haven’t really had much experience with hairy-backed guys. I think you’re the oldest guy I’ve ever had sex with”

”What do you mean, you think?”

She giggled and I led her into the bedroom…



We lay in each others arms in the dim light, just enjoying the peace and rest after a strenuous days work.

”I was going to suggest we took an early night and made mad passionate love, but I just feel so comfortable and warm here” She started. I enveloped her head in my arms and held her closer to me. Right now I felt just the same. In any case, her nipples have been very sore and sensitive this last week or so, so that particular playground has been out of bounds to me.

I kissed her on the forehead and slowly, inexorably, her hand slid down my body until it cradled my cock. I felt it grow under her tender touch.

And we carried on talking. About everything under the sun. About our plans for the business, about our plans for the Easter holidays. About what we were going to do with our next day off.

Until at last I could bear the tension no longer.

”It’s not going to suck itself” I exclaimed as I threw off the duvet and guided her head down to my groin. With infinite gentleness she took my swollen cock between her sweet lips. I’m not sure if she realises just what that does to me, how exquisite a feeling it is to have her lips and silky tongue gliding over the head and down the shaft, cradling and caressing my balls all the while. I just had to let out a long, satisfied ”Aaaaaahhhh!”

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss she stretched out with her mouth wide open, her lips forming a perfect ’O’, inviting me to place my lips on them, to taste the metallic taste of me on her. I kissed her long and deep, my tongue probing into her mouth, thrusting and parrying with hers. Gently I cupped her breast, being careful to avoid the nipple. I longed to suck it but I had been warned off. Instead, she moved down the bed a little and latched onto mine. As a substitute for having her own nipples sucked and teased, Heather was sucking and teasing mine. She pressed hard until her nose was flattened against my chest and intertwined her legs with mine as her busy tongue flicked and darted over my engorged nipple inside the vacuum of her mouth.

Any doubts I had about me being able to turn her on were banished. She was turning herself on. She had gripped my leg between hers and was rubbing her groin up and down my thigh. When, at last, she rolled away and I ventured a hand down past her soft mat of pubic hair I could feel that she was thoroughly wet already. I dipped a couple of fingers inside her and drew them as lightly as I could up between her labia, brushing to either side of her clitoris. She shuddered and I repeated the long, slow, gentle strokes, dragging more and more of her sweet juices up over her clit. She clung to me tighter and tighter. I resisted the urge to rub harder and faster, to ’finish her off’. I just carried on stroking and caressing. Her legs clamped tightly over my hand and I had to push away to maintain that even light touch on her clitoris. She let out a high pitched cry which, at last, culminated in an exultant shout and then tears as her pent-up tensions were released in an instant.

I held her face in my hands as I crouched over her and she guided me into her. I pushed slow and deep into her luscious wetness before pulling out again, equally slowly until the head of my cock was playing at her very rim. She looked apprehensively into my eyes; sometimes I have got carried away in my enthusiasm and have ’missed’ while thrusting into her, causing her a lot of discomfort.

”Trust me” I whispered and slid slowly back inside her again, savouring every slick centimetre. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to me. Her knowing that I could so easily hurt her, and yet trusting that I woudn’t is the most powerful aphrodisiac and I continued my steady rhythm of sliding deep in and then out until I was clear of her. There was no frantic banging or thrusting at the finish, just one long final push and a protracted sigh of satisfaction as her body became the willing receptacle for my essence the way it has so many times before.

”So much for a quiet snuggle” I teased her as we settled for sleep once more. ”You know you shouldn’t rub the lamp if you don’t want the genie to pop out”.

She smiled. She knew exactly what she was doing.