My boyfriend, who is a firefighter, sometimes has to work the late shift unexpectedly.

Because of this, we don’t have sex as often as we would like.

One particular night I was expecting him home for dinner. I waited and waited, but he didn’t come home. I ate dinner alone, washed the dishes, went through my usual evening ritual, and went to bed.

Pete finally came home from work after I’d been asleep for a couple of hours. Tiptoeing into the bedroom, he found me asleep with my back to the doorway. The moon was full, so he could see that my nightgown was pulled up to my waist.

He slipped in behind me and slid his arm under my nightie to cup my breast. My nipple grew harder and harder. Then Pete reached beyond to do the same to the other breast.

I began undulating to his stimulation. My ass pushed against his pubic mound. Half asleep yet aroused, I turned toward him and met his mouth in a kiss.

By now I was not only awake but excited. I kissed my way down his neck. At his chest I stopped to taste each of his nipples, teasing them with my tongue. Then I made my way down to his bellybutton. I stopped to taste and play.

I unzipped his pants and felt the burly bulge in his boxers. As he worked off his pants, I couldn’t take my mind off the bulge. I wanted to hold it, taste it, play with it — but I wanted to take my time.

I pulled the waistband of his underwear down over the bulge, releasing the huge erection imprisoned by the cloth. Off came the shorts. I spread his legs and kissed and licked his inner thighs, slowly working my way back up to my prize. When I reached his big juicy balls, I just had to taste them. I licked, sucked, and savored each one, while his stiff penis pointed toward my face.

Kneeling beside him, I lowered my head to anoint the base of his enormous cock with my tongue and lips, licking and sucking my way up its length as he squirmed beneath me. He turned, pulled my legs out from under me, and got atop me in a sixty-nine. That cock was looming just above my face, so I reached up to kiss the knob. As I teased Pete’s prick, he massaged my hot, wet cunt with his fingers and tongue, bringing me toward climax. I held onto his cock and sucked the pre-come from the head. We licked and sucked each other with abandon, each determined to drive the other mad.

We broke the sixty-nine, and I sat on his shaft. He played with my tits as I pumped my wet pussy up and down his stiff rod until we finally drove each other to an orgasm that was out of this world.

Sometimes the late shift is a welcome surprise.