Erotic fiction inspired by Autumn Falls in “My Own Tune”

The first moment I spotted Autumn shaking her sexy ass in a crowded club, I knew I had to have her. And when our eyes met across the dance floor, there was fire. Two weeks later, she was living with me in my penthouse condo.

That was two years ago, and it always amazes me how perfect we are for each other. When she needs attention and love, I'm there for her. Whatever she needs or wants, I am happy to give it to her. But she fulfills me in every way, too. She calms me when I’m stressed out over a business deal. She forces me to slow down when I forget to smell the roses.

One night recently we were planning on going out to dinner. It was with a business acquaintance, and I wanted things to go well. I was getting worked up waiting for Autumn, wondering if she would be ready soon enough for us to get there on time.

I thought she was still napping, and I was about to wake her and get her to hustle a bit, when she came out of our bedroom, all dressed up and ready to go.

She had her long hair loose, the way I like it best, and she was wearing this cute little dusty rose colored dress that made all of her curves pop. Her breasts spilled into a halter and her cleavage drew my eye. The softness of the skirt flowed over her generous hips. She was all woman and I loved how she showed off her curves.

I was sitting in my favorite chair and was about to get up when she pushed me back to my seat and shook her head.

“No more looking at your watch. We have plenty of time. For now, you look at me.”

Autumn loves it when she has my undivided attention.

She moved over to the new baby grand piano I’d bought her. She loved that thing, and I never got tired of hearing her play. She ran her fingertips over it as she circled it. Her hips swayed seductively, and she bent over just enough to cause the hem of her dress to lift and give me a peek of those full thighs.

Autumn said nothing. She was fully clothed. Yet just watching her moving was so sensual I felt my cock rise in my pants. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

She ran her fingers over the keys, licked her lips, and her eyes met mine. When her fingers touched the straps of her dress, I knew exactly where this was going, and I felt a surge of excited anticipation.

Autumn slid one shoulder strap off and looked at me from under those thick eyelashes, giving me a flirtatious smile. Then the other strap came off.

She turned away from me and let the dress fall, freeing her spectacular breasts. With a little shimmy of her hips, the dress slipped past her thighs and fell to the floor, revealing the skimpy thong she wore underneath. It framed her plump ass cheeks perfectly, lifting them and creating two perfect, round globes of mocha colored flesh. Seeing her like this, I wanted to pull her into my lap and devour her, but I waited to see what she would do next.

Autumn turned to face me, her hands running over her large breasts. As she took a couple steps towards me, she slid her hands down over her belly and then back up to cup a breast in each hand. Lifting them slightly, letting the weight of each enticing mound rest in her palms, she rubbed her thumbs over her brown nipples until they were hard. Autumn moved her hands over her smooth skin, sliding them up and down her body, always returning to those huge breasts to lift, squeeze, and tease.

I was wondering how long she wanted to tempt me. I wasn’t sure I could stay in this chair much longer and just watch. I wanted to touch, taste, and take.

She pulled the front of her panties aside and gave me a peek at her neatly trimmed bush as she slid a finger just inside the lace. Her breasts swayed from side to side as she came closer to me, a mischievous smile on her face. She was looking directly at the bulge in my pants.

Autumn turned and gave me a magnificent view of her ass as she hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties. With one more backwards glance, she slid them over her cheeks, bending from the waist. Her heavy breasts hung in front of her and then her panties were on the floor.

Then, my naughty Autumn lay on the floor in front of me, opened her legs and spread her pussy lips, showing me exactly what I wanted to see.

That was it. In moments, my clothes were off and she was sighing as our flesh met.

Now I knew why she was ready so early tonight.

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Autumn Seave is a sex, relationships, and dating writer who spends her days drinking coffee and dreaming up sexy scenarios; find more of her work at intimatewords.com