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Howdy Folks

Ole Jahoo here once again. Sorry I haven't been in for a while. Been a little busy here, between holidays, babies being birthing and well, life.

But wanted to change things a little today, wanted to write a little story demonstrating how just a little picture can cause Jahoo's mind to go off wandering about.

You see, just took a little look at a picture and the mind went off on a little trip, and this is what I saw.

Laying here in bed, trying to shake out the fog from my brain. Is it daytime? Night? Room is dark. What day is it anyway? Hum, well, think it is evening, yes, I worked last night and so I slept through the day and now it is evening.

Oh no, do I work tonight? Whew! No, I just worked the weekend, 3 long nights, so this is Monday, late afternoon.

Things are starting to get a little clearer but still............

Then I heard rustling just outside the door. What could it be? The door opens softly, and the room is flooded with light. Shielding my eyes, squinting, trying to focus on what just happened, my eyes slowly adjust and see her. She is emerging out of the brightness like a dream, floating into the room. Oh my, what a vision!

She crosses the foot of the bed, making her way to the windows where she opens the curtains and more light rushes into the room. The last of the fog evaporated as the light poured in. I look up and see that mischievous smile on her face and know, this will be one of those wonderful days and ways to wake up.

You see, she was standing there with a feather duster in hand, dressed in her French Maid outfit including those dark fishnet stockings topped with lace and red bows. She even had a little white apron. The front of her dress had these sexy lacing that desperately tried to hold in her large breasts. The effect of holding them in from the front caused the tops to form these little mounds that would bounce and jiggle with each movement of her body.

She gives me a little smile and silently starts walking around the room doing her dusting. My eyes follow her every move, watching intently as every shake of the duster caused those beautiful globes to quiver, just like my stomach was doing. Every so often she would pause, turn to me and smile again. Oh, she knows what causes things to happen to my body.

Then she started reaching up for the higher portions of the dresser. With that the hem of her skirt would rise. It was a direct relationship, the higher she reached, the higher the hem would rise, revealing the backs of her upper thighs and occasionally that wonderful area where leg transitions to bottom. I was laying there, willing………… willing…………. willing her to reach even higher, to linger and get that last bit of dust on the top shelf. Oh, she knows what she is doing to me and she stops just shy of showing that last bit of flesh.

She is done with her dusting and she puts down the duster. With it my heart drops. Then she looks at me once again and smiles. She looks around the room and gives this little clicking sound, that disapproving mother sound made when the child has done something wrong. I see she has seen the trail of clothes I left on the floor when I got home. That trail that says I was so beat down from my busy weekend I didn't care about the mess, I just needed sleep.

But she smiles once again and starts the task of picking up the clothes. She knows, oh yes, she knows how to make me pay for my indiscretion. She has decided to make me suffer. Starting close to the bed, she squats down, almost like in a curtsy to pick up those last articles close to the bed. Denying me the opportunity of reaching out and touching that lovely bum of hers. As she moves further out of my reach, she transitions to more bending. With each step away, further from my reach, each new article left on the floor, she bends further forward and me, a quivering mess having to just watch from the bed as those sexy cheeks are fully exposed from under that short skirt. For the first time I noticed the flowers on the material that encase her hips and trails down and disappears between those wonderful globes of her cheeks, only to reappear slightly between her thighs. I love those thongs she wears.

I wanted to spring from my bed, to kneel behind her and smell the scent of those flowers. But she heard me stirring and turned with a frown.

Her icy stare caused me pause and I laid still, motionless, except for the movement between by legs. Something was stirring below, under the covers. She noticed this and once again, that impish smile spread across her face, she knows she has won. She has achieved the reaction she was trying to cause.

For the first time she spoke. “Now to finish this cleaning job, I need to strip this bed and start the wash.” She came over to my side and reached out her hands. Just when I thought they would grab the sheets and rip them away; they fell by her side and I looked up and seen the look in her face had changed. It had somehow changed from a look of tease to a look of hunger.

Then the hands moved again, this time slow as they slipped under the covers. She found my chest and slowly ran them down over my belly to that area that she stirred just a minute ago.

Her fingers slowly found and wrapped themselves around the intended target and with that she slowly started the motion that caused a sigh to escape my lips. By bending over, reaching further down to a position of comfort, her face was just inches from mine and I was able to look into her eyes, I could see the conflict, I could see the calm and control in her, the caring, the tease, and yet could also see the hunger. What could I do? I reached up, brushed her long, silky, hair to the side and kissed her softly.

But this kiss didn't end, it was long, lingering, and an indication that she had missed me over the long weekend I just worked.

Then slowly, the passion started to rise, increasing like the waves before the arrival of a storm. The kiss turned a little stronger, a little deeper, till mouths were opened wide, wanting to consume the other into their depths. Hands moving constantly, one set on the long hardness caused by the heat being emitted from her body, the other running themselves over the flesh of her thighs and bottom that was presented to me by her position of being bent over.

The heat that enveloped the room caused a light sweat to break out on both of our bodies. Sighs could be heard for the first time. The intensity rose as each second passed.

I could resist no further, all my will gone. I used the last of my strength to pull slightly on her legs and luckily, she knew what was needed. She knows me so well, and I guess I know what she wants too.

She shifts her weight and moves her legs and as I see she has received the signal, I slowly lower myself in the bed until I am lying flat, head propped up slightly by the pillow. She momentarily releases me from her grasp and repositioned her body.

I am excited by her climbing onto the bed, but instead of drawing up close, face to face, she is facing away from me. Then she swings her leg over my head, I look up, to be greeted with the loveliest sight in the world.

As I admire what is hovering above me, I feel her breath on areas of my body that are straining for release. I will her to move. But nothing. More willing……… nothing. All I can do now is croak hoarsely. In the stillness a weak please is heard and it has the desired effect.

In one smooth motion, she both takes me in, enveloping me in her mouth and she lowers herself onto mine. For a moment or two we both just relax, relish the feelings that are rampantly running through our bodies and our minds.

Then the race begins. She is straining, working her magic, trying to cause the sensations that will end in that eruption signaling she has won the race. Me, probing, exploring, finding that right spot, that little nub, where if found, and properly stimulated will give me the victory. You see, in these races, the winner is determined by who can give the other the pleasure first.

And so, it goes, the passion mounting, the heat rises. Those little sounds made by those giving and receiving pleasure. Bodies moving, slowly, sensuously at first and then rapidly increasing. Quicker and quicker, louder and louder, hotter and hotter until that magical moment starts arriving like a storm in the night.

The room is filled with thunderous cries, lights flashing bright and quick, wetness covering the bodies writhing there on that bed covered in rain. This afternoon has turned into one of those late summer thunderstorms, slowly building with the heat of the day until it finally is released, full of passion and fury.

And then.............silence, calm. As when such a storm has passed, the air is cooled, the world slows down......recovers.

And there we are, holding one another tight, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling, and recovering, gaining strength for the next storm. Content in knowing the race ended in a tie.

JB has friends?

Ok, had a lot of folks ask......"Jahoo, what picture were you looking at that caused this vision?"
Thought maybe you' d like to see

https://www.projectvoyeur.com/storage/profilemedia/302872/6c384eed69ba28dcab88fefa6afcdcea_bf2fd3_990_990.jpeg

it's a PV link

Lol star ur funny at times 😀

Jahoo is correct. Babyss is a gorgeous vision!

Glad to see you agree. She's a wonderful lady.