The Nubile Houseguest: Mark arrives home to pure pleasure. by Delaphine. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It had already gone midnight when Mark arrived home from the office. The flat was quiet as he stepped through the front door, stopping to hang his keys up diligently on a hook in the hallway. Growing up, his dad had taught him that everything had its correct place in a home and he carried that notion with him meticulously into adulthood, applying it with rigour to his own life. Tonight though, as he pulled his scarf from around his neck, his place felt perceptively off balance. He began registering with bemusement the little anomalies around his apartment. A cashmere coat tossed over the back of his dining chair, a photography magazine abandoned on his couch, a pair of slingback heels lined up casually next to his polished brogues - all scattered evidence that Mia had made it over tonight and was, with any hope, waiting for him in bed. After hanging up his coat, he placed his briefcase on the dining table and quietly made his way down the hallway, pushing open the door to the master bedroom. Inside, the street-light spilled through a small gap in the curtains, casting stark shadows across his bedsheets. Mark’s eyes traced the shapely figure wrapped inside them. Mia was sound asleep, no doubt facilitated by the empty wine glass on the side table. He lingered momentarily in the darkness. It seemed a shame to wake her, but the thought of making love to this young woman had hung about his mind throughout the day leaving him slightly agitated and completely aroused. With this thought rooted firmly in his mind, Mark began to unbutton his shirt slowly, slipping it off and letting it drop to the floor. Mia stirred in her sleep, shifting slightly into the centre of the mattress, causing the bedcovers to slide down her frame. A knowing smile played on Mark’s lips as he made out her milky breasts in the dim light, delighting in the way her pink nipples had puckered against the evening air. Mia Harper was blessedly naked in his bed and must have known, as she slipped between his sheets that evening, that there’d be little chance he’d ignore such blatant teasing. When he tugged at the ends of the blanket, edging it gently down her thighs, what had lewdly infiltrated his thoughts all evening finally came into view. Her pussy was exquisite - smooth and faintly glistening in the near darkness. Mark’s reaction was utterly primal. Obscene images of her masturbating quietly in his bed, waiting for his arrival, flooded his brain and took over his senses. He determined that sleeping in this bed would never feel the same again. Sinking his knee into the mattress, he reached out to cup her right breast, rubbing across her hard, nipple with the pad of his thumb. They were like little bullets. Before he consciously realised, his mouth was on her, licking and sucking at her turgid flesh, nipping her with his teeth. She was luscious and warm and thrillingly at his mercy. As he moved his attention from one nipple to the other, swirling his tongue in feverish circles, he felt her hand move up and curl around back of his neck, pressing his face gently into her tits, relishing his attention with stuttered breath. “Mark, fuck.” With his mouth still on her, Mark undid his trousers, working them down his legs and off his feet, kicking them off somewhere at the end of the bed. He could feel the gentle thrum in his groin begin to swell and shifted next to her, purposely pressing his growing erection against her hip. He pulsed it gently against her, rubbing the wet tip of his cock wantonly across her heated skin, aware in some corner of his mind that it was a little perverse - like he was marking his territory. Mia didn’t seem to mind and slipped her hand around his length, languidly stroking him back and forth in encouragement. Knowing she was still rousing from deep sleep, he shifted his attention upwards, to her eyes, which were still half lidded