More Afternoon Delight

An image of a chair with a pillow on it, and a guitar resting against the pillow, to go with my story using the song Afternoon Delight.

The song, Afternoon Delight by the Starland Vocal band, is from 1976, and obviously you don’t hear it on the radio much. However, it is one of my favorites, and it always puts a smile on my face when I hear it. Since I was a teenager for part of the 70’s, I am sure it was back then that I heard the song for the first time, although most of my memories of it are from my adult years.

Back in 2013, while listening to the song during one of our music nights, I was inspired to write this little story, and thought it was high time to share it again. This is not a love song, but a fuck song!

Afternoon Delight

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto’s always been; when it’s right, it’s right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything’s a little clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.

Tess sang along with an old song playing on the radio while she did the usual chores always keeping her busy every weekend. She cleared the kids’ stuff off the table, dusted the dresser and the big book case, a prominent piece of furniture in their living room. Tess was alone in the house, or so she thought. She hadn’t heard her husband returning from dropping the kids off at their grandparents for the afternoon.

Sky rockets in flight.
Afternoon delight.
Afternoon delight.

“… i-i-i-ght!” she squealed as arms wrapped around her from behind. Tess instantly recognized the firm touch of her husband. She turned her face up to give him a kiss, but he just pulled her T-shirt over her head in one smooth motion. This left her upper body naked, as she never wore a bra while doing her chores.

“Honey,” she laughed nervously, when he also pulled down her loose fitting tracksuit pants to her knees. Vaguely she registered the words of the song on the radio.

Thinkin’ of you’s workin’ up my appetite
looking forward to a little afternoon delight.
Rubbin’ sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
and the thought of rubbin’ you is getting so exciting.

“Bend forward,” her husband whispered, and she did.

Her upper body rested on the dining room table, her naked bottom and glistening sex inviting her husband for a different kind of delight. Tess heard the zipper of his pants and then his erection pushed against her wet folds, rubbing against her clitoris. She spread her legs and lifted onto her tiptoes, giving her husband easy access. He entered her just as the chorus of the song started again.

Sky rockets in flight.
Afternoon delight.
Afternoon delight.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as he plunged deep into her.
“Exactly what I’m doing… fucking you!” her husband chuckled.
Tess moaned while he slammed in and out of her. She held onto the sides of the table to steady herself. One of his hands rested between her shoulder blades, keeping her down, pinning her to the table. She could hardly move. All she could do was to accept this onslaught on her body. An onslaught she enjoyed. He was indeed fucking her. Feeding their primal need.

Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn’t bite
But you’ve got some bait a waitin’ and I think I might try nibbling
a little afternoon delight.

Sky rockets in flight.
Afternoon delight.
Afternoon delight.

Despite the steady rhythm of the music, her husband changed his own. He willfully slowed down. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Deliberate pushes. Tess knew what would follow. She pushed up on her tiptoes, lifting her bottom a bit higher, wanting to feel all of her husband’s hard cock in her. He groaned and slammed into her pussy one last time, climaxing.

Please be waiting for me baby when I come around.
We could make a lot of lovin’ ‘for the sun goes down.

Sky rockets in flight.
Afternoon delight.
Afternoon delight.

“Stay naked,” Tess’s husband said as the last tunes of the song died away, “there’s more afternoon delight where that came from.”

Β© Rebel’s Notes
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26 thoughts on “More Afternoon Delight

  1. Great story. I don’t ever get any afternoon delights.
    Always working and on the rare occasions i am not… 5 year old in the house who is an attention addict.

    1. I wish I can get more of these kind of afternoon delights too, but unfortunately mostly working too and kids around most of the time!

      Rebel xox

  2. Same for me as for Mia . . . and I’m at the office and have a full day of “non-erotica” in front of me. I may have to sneak off to the rest-room . . . in fact I may have to sneak-off NOW!!!

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