WHAT TURNS ME ON

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010


I love my partner, Claire, for so many reasons – her kind and loving nature, her lively personality, things she says and does, how good she looks (dressed and undressed), the way she looks at me (ooooh, shivers down the spine!), just everything – but I know without a doubt what turns me on most all: it’s her ass, her hot sweet cutest butt!

She’s 35 years old, but I swear she’s stolen that ass from some cheerleader half her age – it’s so trim, so tight, so firm, so fucking sexy. And yet, it’s also got a hint of fullness, of rounded curve, that has the magical allure of a grown woman – a woman who knows her own body and how to receive and give pleasure (and, oh! believe me, she does, she does). The combination just rocks my world, and she knows it, the minx, wandering about in those tight jeans. In the summer, around the house and garden and on holiday, she puts on these little blue denim shorts, cut so high on the leg that I can see the gusset of her panties – and when it’s hot, and she’s hot, and there are no panties on underneath, I can see that too and my knees go so weak that I can hardly walk.

Claire isn’t a tease, but she does know the effect her wonderful ass has on me. At five foot nine inches, she is just a little taller than me, lithe and slender with lovely long shapely legs … legs that soar up to those perkily curved and jutting buttocks, to join at the wide magic space between them, where I part the flare of her hips to find my secret garden of delights, my heaven on earth.

Sometimes, when we have been out for a walk or down to the local shops for a few groceries, and are strolling home, she knows just what I want most of all. She rests her hand on my forearm, and as my heart skips a beat for joy, she whispers in my ear, her warm breath making me tremble:

‘Count to 10, honey – and then follow me home!’

So I take any shopping bag that she has been carrying, maybe her coat as well if it would spoil the view, and I wait those few seconds whilst she walks ahead several paces. Then I follow my babe down the road, admiring the lovely ass that is being presented purely for my pleasure. And she knows that I am, she knows full well how much it turns me on, and that turns her on too, and she puts that extra sensuous sway into her walk so that it becomes a strut, she is stalking down the street with a ‘fuck me’ wiggle to her hips with every stride, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the swing of her butt and the cleft of her ass in the tight jeans or slacks that she usually wears. It is a good thing I am wearing a skirt and not trousers, or there would be a huge damp patch around their crotch, a real give-away. As it is, my pussy is open and drooling, my panties are sodden and sticking to me, my pulse is pounding, my palms are sweaty, my throat is dry, and I am nibbling my lower lip in breathless appreciation and anticipation.

I catch up with my honey as she stands unlocking the front door of our house, and, because it is out of view from the other houses nearby, I come up close behind her, slip my arms around her waist and then up her front to cup her shapely 30C breasts (in the summer, if she has just a T-shirt on, I’ll run my hands underneath it and squeeze her tits in their bra, or sometimes she isn’t wearing one and I stroke their cool firm flesh). I pull her tight against me, pressing my breasts into her back, drawing the curve of her ass between my hips and grinding my crotch against it with a gasp. I find her earlobe, lick and nibble it, and I whisper in her ear that she is temptress and is going to get just what she deserves as soon as we are inside!

Her breath catches, and she fumbles at the lock, for she is just as eager as me, she has the same need and desire burning in her cunt.