With her eyes closed, she bit into her lip and I watched a myriad of emotions cross her beautifully expressive face as another orgasm hit her. I had to hold on as her body shook and she grabbed onto me hard, sinking her nails into me through my jacket and into my scalp.
“Mother of…” Now she was the one to pull back and study me. It was almost as if I could see into her head, read her thoughts. There was a lot going on behind those eyes.
She was thinking, maybe she’d give me a chance to take her to bed. As if she had any say in the matter. But that was her challenging nature I guess. She’d probably want to join me on my yearly hike to Everest.
Where the hell did that thought come from? I eased back after one last quick taste of her lips and took her hand in mine to lead her off of the elevator. Her hand fit perfectly in mine, almost as if it were made….
Was that champagne expired? What the hell kind of thoughts are these? I would've shaken it off if the move wouldn't have been too obvious. Instead, I walked her into my home with her hand held firmly in mine. "Good evening Ralph, you're dismissed for the evening."
"Sir?" He looked dumbfounded as he's well aware of how these things usually go. Normally I'd have him stick around to serve and be on hand just in case the lady needed something other than what had been prepared.
But normally most of the evening was spent with me clinically gearing myself up for the grand finale. I didn't have that problem tonight. Tonight I wasn't looking forward to a well prepared meal and dinner conversation I just wanted her in my bed, under me. Now!
I locked up behind Ralph and turned to find her standing just where I’d left her. “Restroom?” Her throat worked as though she was swallowing marbles and I pointed down the hall to the guest bath.
“Down the hall and to your left.” I took the time that she was gone to change out of my suit for something more relaxing. She was coming out of the washroom as I headed to the preset table in the dining room.
“Have a seat.” I held her chair out and pushed it back in after she was seated before taking the chair at the head of the table, directly to her right.
I liked her look of appreciation when I lifted the warming covers to reveal the pheasant with a black currant glaze on a bed of summer vegetables.
“I told him to forego the appetizer and dessert. We’ll have that later. Eat!” I lifted my knife and fork and cut into the well roasted bird, while she did the same.
It was a pleasure watching her eat. She didn’t just eat, she enjoyed. The way she slid the food off the fork onto her tongue, the way she closed her eyes in pleasure when the tangy taste of the glaze reached her taste buds.
And when she hummed in her throat I felt that shit in my cock. Her sensuality, that same sensuality I’d seen on the stage earlier was back. Her skin still held a slight flush from our little escapade in the elevator and I reached over to wipe a little dribble of sauce from the corner of her lips.
This time, instead of licking it off my thumb, I pulled her towards me with a hand behind her head and consumed her lips. What was meant to be a slight foray, ended with me pulling her from her seat and onto my lap.
My hands didn’t know where to go first, they wanted to be everywhere. I started at the warmth of her thick thigh and worked my way up under the hem of her dress.
I moved slow, not to give her a chance to call a halt, that door was long closed. But so I could enjoy the feel of her tight warm skin. She opened her legs slightly, telling me without words just where she wanted to feel me.
I teased my fingers along her inner thigh and she pushed my tongue from her mouth and gave me her own to suck.
Dinner was forgotten as I pushed away from the table to give myself better access to her. I felt the heat of her pussy against the back of my fingers as I got closer and closer to where I really wanted to be.
My cock jumped under her ass when I finally came in contact with her fat pussy. My mind went wild with the thoughts that ran through my head just from that one feel. I bet she was pink and soft.
Her head rested back in the crook of my arm as the fingers of my other hand played along her cunt slit through the silk of her underwear. We played around in each other’s mouths with our tongues and I doubt she noticed exactly when it was that I slipped my fingers beneath the elastic leg of her panties.
She damn near bit my tongue in half when my fingers found her bare clit. Her plump long clit. I wanted it in my mouth, could almost taste her, and that scent. My body actually shook this time as I saw our lovemaking play out in my mind.
I pulled my hand from beneath her dress and got to my feet. She blushed and tried getting down from my arms. “Put me down, I can walk, I’m too heavy.”
I lowered my head and kissed her brow, ignoring her words. She might think that, but instead of being too heavy, carrying her made me feel like a man.
I walked into my bedroom and laid her on my bed before stepping back to look at her there. With her dark tresses spread against the blood red Egyptian cotton, the slight tan of her skin and the yellow dress she wore that hugged her curves to perfection, she looked like a commercial for a weekend getaway with your lover.
I let my eyes travel up her thighs and onto her chest where her bountiful breasts now threatened to escape her clothes now that she was lying on her back.
I moved around the bed, never taking my eyes off of hers. She looked…fuckable. It’s the only apt word that came to mind. I trailed my fingers from her ankle, around her firm calf and onto her thigh.
She attacked her lip with her teeth again until I pulled it out gently with my thumb before taking it between my own teeth. I kept her distracted with my kiss as my fingers got busy untying the knot at her waist.
Such a suggestive garment this soft silk dress that wrapped around her middle and hugged her in all the right places. I opened it around her but left it on her shoulders, leaving her front bare to my eyes.
She was wearing a yellow bra and panty set, pretty much like the red one she’d modeled earlier. My dick was just as pleased with this one as the last.
I laid my body over hers, being careful not to put all of my weight down on her at first, holding myself up on my forearms. But that didn’t last too long.
I’d pressed my cock into her pussy through her panties and the soft cotton of my slacks, but that wasn’t enough, I wanted to feel all of her.
I made short work of her bra, reaching around beneath her to unsnap it, and it finally registered that she hadn’t said a word since we left the dinner table.
Stephanie
I think I lost all ability to think after we left the elevator. Actually it was a little before that. It was right around the time I felt his cock pressed against me from my clit to about halfway down my thigh
I’ve been coming up with excuses all evening as to why I’m going to fuck him. Like I really wanted to see if he could make me cum by telling me no, if I was going to give into his boast that he was going to fuck me, or because I was hard up and his expensive dick was just as good as the losers I’ve dated so far.
And now I’m lying to myself once again, telling myself that the only reason I’m going to let him have me is because one, I don’t know if that thing is real, and two, if it is real I want to know if I can take it. It had become a challenge.
But the truth is, he’s been pushing all the right buttons since our eyes met earlier this evening. Everything about him was right up my alley. Not so much his money or his name whatever that may be. I’ve known some real duds with money.
But it was his take charge manner, the way he stated what he wanted and didn’t apologize for speaking his mind. Mostly it was the way he looked at me, like a sexual object.
I’ve had men take me to bed to get whatever they could out of me. I think I’ve even had at least one pity fuck in college. But I don’t recall anyone ever looking at me quite like that. Like I was the most desirable thing in their orbit.
There’s no way he could pretend the interest I saw burning in his eyes. Or the growing length of his cock before he hid it in the car, and when I felt it again in the elevator.
Now here he was with his lips wrapped around one of the nipples he’d just revealed. He didn’t gnaw on my flesh, didn’t slobber or tug at me with his teeth. No, he suckled. I felt each pull of his lips deep in the core of me.
And those feelings, were only further enhanced, by the hand he had pressed into my middle. That hand slowly made its way down my middle until I felt its heat through my brief underwear. “I want to fuck you hard, will you let me?”
I would’ve agreed to practically anything at this point. He’d played my body all night until I no longer knew myself. There was no judgment in his eyes when he looked at me, but what was he thinking really? Whatever it was it was too late to turn back now.
The way he touched me felt different. There was no hint of distraction, no hurried moves and my mind didn’t wander to other things to make myself enjoy the moment.
I didn’t appreciate how dangerous that was at the time. That anything that could surpass my fantasies spelt trouble. I soon stopped thinking even about that when his hand found its way under my panties and I felt the bare flesh of his fingers against my wet heated flesh.
I spread my legs without a second thought. Giving no thought to the fact that I’d only met this man a scant few hours ago. That I didn’t even know his name. None of that seemed to matter at this point in time.