The only unfortunate thing about my current week-long vacation from work is that my fiancee, Lisa, could not arrange any time off from her own job. If she did not have to work this week as well, we probably would have went up to Central California to do some sight-seeing. So... while I spend these days relaxing and doing whatever I want, my beloved Lisa is dealing with frantic Christmas shoppers in the department store where she is employed, as a cashier. I spent my most recent day doing some Christmas shopping of my own, before coming back home to the apartment. Since I am on vacation from work, it is my duty this week to take care of all household chores and jobs. I have no problem with that, since Lisa is busy working eight hour days. Our normal routine is to take turns doing chores - alternating every other day. On this particular day, after I did some vacuuming and laundry, it was time to hit the sofa and watch a little television. At 6:15pm, I heard the familiar clappety-clop of Lisa's high-heels outside upon the pavement. I hear that noise at the same time, every day. Leaving the television on, I immediately sprung up and darted over to the front door, to meet her. Within seconds, Lisa appeared. "Hi there, sweetheart," I greeted, kissing her on the cheek and grabbing hold of her right hand. "How are you?" She walked into the apartment and closed the door behind her, then offered a tiny pout. "Tired, Jeremy. It's been a very long day at work. The holiday season is always tough." "Are you sore, too?" I inquired, sympathetically. She nodded her head and replied, "Yeah." I figured this was coming even before she got home. Being a cashier, Lisa always has a tough go of things at work during the holidays. With my free hand, I took her purse, and placed it upon the nearby kitchen counter. Then I smiled, and tugged her hand gently. "Let's go over to the sofa. I bet that I can make you feel a whole lot better." Lisa giggled softly and shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, why not? You probably can't make me feel any worse." I laughed at her joking comment, then led her by the hand over to the sofa. Once there, I flicked the television off with the remote control, then took a seat. I patted the cushion next to me, offering Lisa a place to sit down. She took it, and then sighed in a definite mixture of exhaustion and relief. She was exhausted because of her hectic day at work, and relieved that it was finally over. Still holding her hand, I gave her a deep look and then asked in a quiet tone, "What hurts the most, sweetheart?" "My entire body?" she generalized. "No. My feet hurt the most. I've been on them on day." I leaned over and gave her a simple kiss on the cheek while lifting one of her stockinged legs up and over my lap. "You need a foot rub," I told her, while bringing her other leg up as well. Lisa let out another giggle, then turned slightly and reclined back until her elbows were both firmly planted upon the sofa cushions. Being that she is a cashier in a department store, Lisa has to look good at all times. Thus, she has to dress good as well. So on this day, she was wearing a business outfit which consisted of a brown blazer top with thick, blue lines running up and down it, and a matching knee-length skirt. As a 20-year-old goddess with blonde hair, Lisa looked great to me in this particular outfit. But then again, she looks great to me ALL of the time. With her lower legs draped across my lap, I slipped her black high-heels off, and let them fall to the floor. Lisa snickered and wiggled her toes as I gently grasped both of her feet with my hands. In a soothing manner, I started to massage the soles of her feet with both of my thumbs and index fingers. Lisa closed her eyes and sighed, then lay all the back until her neck was resting upon the sofa's arm. I looked at her and smiled, enjoying the content, happy expression upon her face. It was there because of what I was doing to her feet. I find great pleasure when bringing Lisa pleasure. I always want to make my lady feel good. Soon, I started to concentrate upon her right foot. I grasped either side of it with both hands, then rubbed the full length of each thumb across the sole of her foot. I'm not what you would call a real "foot man", but since Lisa enjoys this particular treatment, I would do it all day long to her... if she wanted. I soon switched from her right foot to her left, and gave it equal treatment by grasping it both with hands and offering a dual thumb massage. In response, Lisa, her eyes still closed, giggled and shifted slightly upon the sofa. I may not be a real "foot man", but I am most definitely a "leg man". In my opinion, Lisa has the sexiest, sleekest pair of long legs that I have ever seen on a woman. I bring this up because during the foot massage I was giving her, I could not help but notice her beautiful, smooth legs, and the fine black stockings which covered both. Thus, in a matter of seconds, my right hand detracted from her foot and slid up to her lower leg, and started to stroke it. My left hand still worked on her foot, but my right was now busy rubbing and caressing her firm calf. I looked at Lisa while doing this - she just kept her eyes closed, that same content expression upon her angelic face. After a half-minute or so, I thought of something which would definitely elicit a response from her. Suddenly, I guided my hand up and underneath her knee-length skirt, and rubbed the inside of her thigh in slow, luxarious circles. Lisa's eyes darted open and she looked at me with a surprised expression the very second my hand sneaked up her skirt. I gently squeezed her inner/upper thigh, and she let out another giggle in return. "You didn't offer me a foot massage to make me feel better," she playfully teased. "You offered a foot massage to warm me up for you - for SEX!" I laughed at her 'accusation' before replying, "You're crazy, woman. Sex-crazy! All I'm doing is rubbing your leg and foot here, and you bring up sex." "Yeah, and reaching up my skirt at the same time," she sneered, still in a playful manner. "How can't I?" I squeezed her inner thigh a bit harder and said, "Your legs drive me crazy. They always have." Lisa puckered her lips together and gave me a very inquisitive expression, then swung her legs away from my lap and rose up to her knees upon the sofa. She leaned over and hooked her arms around my neck, then planted a nice, gentle kiss upon my cheek. "You're such a sweetheart, Jeremy." My right hand found its way to one of her stocking-clad knees, and gently rubbed it. "You're a sweetheart too." I smiled and gave her a tiny kiss of my own, on the cheek. Lisa tilted her head and grinned, then tapped my nose with her fingertip. "Do you know what I want to do now?" came her squealy words. "I have a pretty good idea," was my response. Lisa suppressed a laugh, then moved her lips to mine and offered a smooth, soul-seaching type of kiss. I sighed against her as our tongues met and started to move together, in unison. I felt Lisa's delicate right hand slide between our pressed bodies, all the way down to my abdomen. She rubbed it for several seconds, then went lower and massaged the bulge that was forming in my jeans. I sighed once again, as the kiss became more intense and passionate, and as Lisa started to cup and squeeze the bulge in my jeans. I felt her tongue slide deep into my mouth, and taste what it had to offer. She leaned a bit harder against me, and gently cradled my face with both hands. As the kiss was becoming stronger by the second, I reached around her, and squeezed her skirt-clad bottom. Lisa squealed against me, then responded to my action by increasing the ferocity of the kiss two-fold. With one hand still cupping her bottom, I used my other to undo the thick gold buttons upon her blazer top. Once half of them were undone, my hand sneaked inside the top and squeezed one of her bra-covered breasts. Lisa rubbed her fingertips against the fully erect bulge within my jeans, and we both moaned together. I moved my other hand from her bottom to the blazer, then undid the remaining few buttons. Lisa gasped as I slid the blazer down her shoulders, and eventually off. Then, she leaned forward with all of her weight... I knew what she wanted, so I reclined all the way back upon the sofa, until I was laying down on it. Lisa went with me in that movement, her mouth never once letting go of mine. Laying on my back upon the sofa with Lisa on top of me, I reached out with both hands and pinched her bottom. Her tongue was moving and sliding like never before in my mouth, adding to a truly passionate kiss. I continued squeezing her bottom for quite some time, but eventually moved my hands up to the center of her back and quickly undid the clasps of her lacey white bra. Lisa moaned against me as I slid the straps of her bra from her shoulders. She raised slightly, then I pulled the lacey garment out from her, with my left hand. It fell to the floor, landing next to her blazer top. I cupped one of her large, firm breasts in a hand and squeezed gently, rubbing my thumb over and across its hard nipple. Lisa was still kissing me, her arms hooked around my neck. But now, she was grinding her pelvis and upper thighs against my full erection. Still wearing her skirt, Lisa finally broke the kiss and sat up, on my erection. She took a deep breath and smiled down at me, as I admired the unobstructed, clear view of her fabulous breasts. Each full, firm globe was crowned by pink circles with small nipples in the center. The smile still upon her face, Lisa leaned over and placed both of her hands beside my head. In this position, she was clearly offering her breasts to my mouth. I cupped her right breast with both hands and started to lick and gently suck its nipple. Lisa cooed and rolled her head in response, her body shuddering in obvious arousal. My tongue was rolling and sliding around the pink circle, occasionaly taking its hard nipple into my mouth and sucking gently. Soon, my lips moved to the other breast and did the same, although I kept my hand on the just-departed globe and tweaked its nipple. I could hear Lisa's heartbeat as she sighed contently, her long fingers weaving throughout my short brown hair. I leaned upward very slightly, and started to attack her neck and shoulder area with quick, rapid kisses. Squealing, Lisa tilted her head to the side, giving me better access to the tender skin of her neck. Soon, however, I had returned to a sitting position upon the sofa. Lisa and I wrapped our arms around each other, and then we shared a deep, passionate kiss. My hands moved down her back, caressing it the whole way, all the way to her waistline. There, I undid the few tiny buttons on the back of her knee-length skirt. My hands sneaked underneath the form-fitting fabric, and I could feel the lacey white G-string she wore. Sighing, Lisa broke the kiss and draped her chin over my shoulder. I used this opportunity to look down over her own shoulder, and yank the skirt down. I could only move it an inch or two... so Lisa rose up to her knees. Now, I was able to slide the tight skirt down her luscious hips and thighs. She rose up for an instant - long enough for me to get the skirt past her knees. Once I did, she took a seat on the sofa as I got rid of the skirt. When I grasped Lisa's bottom and squeezed it, she went for my erection, and gave it a similar treatment. I was still fully dressed, whereas Lisa was down to a G-string and a pair of dark, thigh-high stockings. I guess it wasn't fair... but it was the way things had transpired. Nevertheless, Lisa unbuttoned my jeans and reached inside, bypassing my briefs and finding my full erection. Her precious, soft hand gave it a firm squeeze as she kissed me on the mouth again. I had something else in mind, though, so I sneaked away from the sofa and told her to lay down, upon her back. Already knowing what I wanted, Lisa did lay down, and slightly angled her body to the sofa's edge. I dropped to my knees between her outstretched legs, then reached forward and slid her lacey G-string down and off. I placed my hands on either side of her hips and slowly moved my mouth toward what was definitely going to be a good, tasty snack. Lisa's body stiffened in arousal as my tongue made its initial contact with her tiny, damp slit. Lisa tasted delicious - just as I knew she would. My tongue darted in and out of her wetness as I caressed her hips with both hands. In response, Lisa sighed beneath me, and her body wriggled and writhed around in pleasure. I felt her right hand reach down and touch my left - I grabbed hold of her hand, and held it tightly. Lisa started to whine and shriek in rapture as I increased the speed and tempo of my tongue upon her. My right hand sneaked up her body, and then squeezed a full breast. I felt her grab that hand with her own, as I continued pumping and squeezing her beautiful breast. My tongue was buried within her womanly folds, darting and working like crazy. I could taste her delicious juice and smell her wonderful aroma, my lips and tongue doing quite a number on her. I wrestled my right hand away from her grasp, and moved it from her breast down between her thighs. I extended its index finger and then darted it into her intoxicating slit. That finger started to thrust in and out of her, as I continued to give her oral pleasure with my lips and tongue. "Oooooh yeah," was one of the many things which Lisa was breathing/sighing at me. "Oooooh... I like that. Oh Jeremy, oh... Tongue... Oooooh... OHHHHH..." I was absolutely delighted to hear her words and sounds of rapture, knowing full well that I was the cause of them. A second finger joined in on the fun, and started to thrust in and out of her as well. Lisa let out a long moan and arched her back high off the sofa... she was obviously enjoying this. When she squeezed her thighs tightly around my head and followed with a passionate scream, I knew Lisa was close. Therefore, I only increased the speed of not only my tongue, but my two fingers as well. Lisa whined and cried in orgasmic lust as the sexual juice started to ooze and seap from within her slit. I concentrated on that part of her body, licking and lapping the delicious nectar up as it came from her. Eventually, her cries of passion subsided from roars to a long, drawn-out moan. Once I had licked her clean and dry, Lisa let out one more long moan, as my head rose from between her outstretched thighs. "Hmmmmm... I love you," were my words, as I leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the lips. "I love you too," she squealed, tapping my nose with a fingertip again. I reached out and cupped her chin, then kissed her once more. Lisa proceeded to wrap an arm around my shoulder and giggle against our shared kiss. She broke the kiss, and then blushed while shrugging her shoulders. "Wow, Jeremy. You sure do know how to make a girl feel a lot better, after a long day at work." I smiled and kissed her again. "Whatever it takes to make you feel better, sweetheart." I grinned once more and added, "Are you hungry? We can have dinner now, or later." "Later," she nodded, moving her lips toward mine for yet another kiss. Lisa soon detracted, however, and started to pull and tug away at the gray t-shirt I wore. I lifted both of my arms high in the air, so she could pull the t-shirt all the way up and off, without any difficulties. Lisa gently pushed me until I was seated upon the floor, and then she joined me there as well. She leaned over and gave single kisses to my chest and stomach, then rubbed the full erection that was still hidden in my jeans. I moved my right hand to her back and caressed it, as she kissed my left wrist and arm. "Up," she said in a voice which resembled a command more than it did a request. I lifted myself a few inches off the floor, so only my hands and feet were still on the carpet. My jeans had been unbuttoned for quite some time - so Lisa just tugged them down, followed by my briefs. I sat back down upon the floor, then lifted my feet up so she could get rid of my jeans and briefs. With the exception of Lisa's thigh-high stockings and my white socks, both of us were now completely nude. Like the little vixen that she is, Lisa wasted no time by reaching for my enlarged cock and pumping it with her right hand. I smiled at her and both of us exchanged a few sweet words, then I reached out and stroked her upper thigh. Lisa cupped my balls with her left palm, just before she twirled the tender flesh between her long, supple fingers. "On your back, mister," Lisa playfully told me, giving my shoulder a soft push with her right hand. I did as my beloved fiancee told me, reclining on the floor until my back was touching the carpet. Lisa gave a sexy grin as she placed her hands upon my midriff, then straddled my hips. Not wanting to wait any longer, Lisa eased her wet slit down onto the full length of my cock. Both of us moaned in unison as my shaft slid up into her, her insides gripping it like a powerful vice. Lisa squealed as she slightly leaned forward, only to place both of her hands upon my shoulders. Next, she started to bounce up and down upon my cock. At first, her movements were slow. But with each passing second, they became a bit faster. Quicker and quicker she moved, and eventually her large, firm breasts began to wildly bounce about, just before my very eyes. I placed my hands upon her hips, and helped increase the speed and tempo of her bouncing motion. I gyrated my own hips in circles, wanting to add to the passion which she was already experiencing. It worked, because she immediately growled in arousal and lust. Lisa's chocolate-brown eyes were blazed over with a mixture of passion and love. She was looking directly down at me, while moaning her sounds and words of heated arousal. It truly was a sight to see. Lisa was bouncing about so fast and wildly upon my shaft that I soon found myself drowning in a universe full of passionate lust. Breathing heavily, I turned my face to the side and closed my eyes, then saw a combination of lights, textures, temperatures... and love - with the image of Lisa at the center of them all. I opened my eyes and looked up at her, and saw that her neck was arched, her head tilted far back. She was still bouncing and flopping upon my erection, but I felt more like taking control of the situation. Thus, without warning, I reached up and grabbed Lisa's shoulders, then rolled her underneath me. She immediately wrapped her long legs around my waist and hips, and then I mounted her in the missionary position. An instant later, I plunged myself deep within her, and began thrusting away. Just as she had earlier done with me, I wasted no time. I was too aroused to be soft and gentle. I pounded her for all I was worth - and she loved every second of it. Lisa's head rocked from side to side as she roared in undeniable lust, her eyes tightly closed. I started to moan as well, still slamming her with all of my strength and effort, as she forcefully rubbed my neck and shoulder areas with her hands and fingers. I kept pounding her, giving her my all, for what seemed like an eternity. Both of us were now screaming and roaring in heated arousal, our bodies slapping and grinding together like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly, I let out a thunderous growl, and steadied myself against Lisa's willing body. With my cock firmly entrenched in her, I screamed again, and then experienced a massive orgasm. Both of us roared in passion as my cock erupted within her, filling her insides with my love juice. I kept myself in this particular position for a long time, until my cock was drained and sapped of all its seed. Then, finally... I collapsed on top of her, in a blissful heat. As is the case many times after one of our intense lovemaking sessions, Lisa and I laid together for a few minutes... without saying a word. She had her arms around my neck and shoulders, as I stroked her blonde head with my left hand, my face resting against the side of her neck. "Hmmmm..." Lisa moaned, finally breaking the silence. "Maybe I should come home and complain about long work days more often?" She giggled and added, "I think I might." I couldn't help but to laugh, either. "Hey, if this is the end result each day... complain all you want." I smiled while raising my head, in order to look down into her eyes. "I love you, Lisa." I gently kissed her cheek, then her forehead. "I will ALWAYS love you." She placed her right hand upon the side of my face, and stroked it with her thumb. "I will always love you too," she whispered, giving my lips a soft kiss. "Always..."