I had been sitting at the table for a while thinking that this time it might different. We had been taking each other for granted for a while now and I had made suggestions on how fix the situation but he was having none of it. Sighing in frustrations, I started to rise to leave the restaurant and take my frustrations out at home when I saw him, and I sat back down.
He was a tall, handsome older man that looked as if his body was his temple and treated accordingly. The dark blue jeans hugged his lower body in all the right ways with the black tee shirt doing the same across his broad chest. It was about then that I felt my clit wake up, and the rest of my body took notice. Then things got exciting, tight, and damp we our eyes met. I smiled, he smiled back, and my panties became a tropical zone.
"Hi", he said his voice deep and inviting as he took the seat across from me.
"Hello", I said, wondering how his lips would feel against mine.
I blushed on seeing a knowing expression come to in his sexy black eyes. It was as if he had read my mind because his smile got more sensual, and then he licked his lips slowly with his tongue. It was almost like a caress, and I briefly became jealous of his lips, or was it his tongue? Shaking my head and shifting my body to clear myself of his trance, I stretched my bare legs out and found myself in a tangle with his long jean covered ones. I tried to untangle myself only to discover that he wasn't having it. The table was between us was small meant really for one person, so when he leaned his muscular upper body onto his arms and on to the table, we were just inches away from each other's lips.
For that moment it was just the two of us, in spite of the restaurant being crowded. I could feel his heartbeat on my lips, or maybe it was mine? Closing my eyes to keep my soul in the place, I inhaled his breath. It was warm smelling and tasting mint, and then I took another breath. As I leaned back a bit, but the mixture of his cologne and his masculine scent had me wanting to lean closer and connect.
"We need to leave," he said in that space between us and I inhaled it in nodding my head in agreement. We stood and left the restaurant, with him leading me by the hand like a child.
We walked in comfortable silence for two blocks, until we came to a charming two-story townhouse. Stopping with him still holding my hand, he pulled me to him and swung me around, putting me on the first two steps leaning up to the front door of the townhouse. This put us at eye level, and all the rest seem to fall into place.
The kiss was soft. First, just a touch of warm moistens skin to skin... a tester. The second was demanding like we were trying to climb into each via our mouths. The summer dress that I had on was a thin cotton maxi dress with a sweetheart neckline and a row of the bottom from there, ending just an inch before the hem. He had bunched it up in his large, strong hands as he grabbed my ass and lifted me the rest of the few inches to him.
The raging desire, his and mines had almost made me forget that while it was late in the evening, we were still out in public. I sighed loudly into his mouth and pushed myself off him. Stumbling up the steps to the front door, turning to face him and found myself having to look up again. Our eyes locked as he reached around me and opened the door. I would have fallen into the house landing on my behind, but he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder like I was nothing. Now I am not very tall, 5 ft. But skinny, I am not nor fat either. I guess I'm a comfortable arm full, or so I have been told.
So as we go up the steps, and I am hanging upside down, I could resist rubbing my hands up and down his back, feeling the play of muscle as he climbed. It was terrific and just did so much for my girly bits, but then watching the movement of his jean cover ass had me wanting to reach out and touch it. That was until I realize he was massaging my ass through the material of dress while examining the state of my panties.
As fast, I had gone over his shoulder. I was placed back on my feet once we enter the master bedroom, the carpeting felt wonderful under my bare feet. He brought me back to the situation by what he said next.
"Take off your clothes, get on the bed with your ass up and head down."
"No," I said, trying to appear confident in my response. After all, I had followed him home, and now I was in his bedroom.
Looking at me with a smirk on his lips and a dangerous, what the fuck in his eyes. I couldn't help smiling as I went toward the bathroom door a swinging my hips with purpose.
"But you can join me in the shower if you like," I said, assuming that he would follow me.
Looking around the bathroom for a bit I admired its soft green and white walls, spaciousness, yet somehow elegant, but it was the shower that got my total attention. It was the largest shower that I have ever seen, a glassed enclosure on two sides with a bench up against a green tile wall.
Stripping off my clothes, I entered the shower and turned on the water. After making temperature adjustments, I stood under four head shower letting the droplets of warm water run down my body massage the surface of my skin. In such a way that it sent shivers up and down my spine, closing my eyes my hands join the sensual massage and I lost myself to myself. Then I felt his eyes upon me, and I opened mines to see him stand there, shirtless and barefooted with the top of his jeans open. The smirk was gone, and so was what the fuck look in his eyes, now there was lust, desire and something more. The mound that his cock was making in his jeans was making it clear that it wanted out. Seeing that he needed encouragement, I decided to give him some.
Walking over to the glass wall of the shower I pressed the front of my body against. Tits to the top of my thighs were against the glass wall as if I was going to press myself through it and into his arms. Then I flipped to my back and pressed my ass against it bending over to touch my toes exposing my ass hole and pussy. I couldn't hear anything over the noise of the shower, but I could feel him and knew that he was now just standing on the other side of the glass wall taking in what I was offering. Looking between my legs I could see his still jean covered legs and bare feet and decided to up my game, so walking over to the bench I took a seat facing out and looking at him.
Well, his cock was out jeans half on still not naked or in the shower with me. So with a wicked smile opening my legs wide, I started to finger my pussy with one hand whiles I stroking my tits with the other. I watched as he turned to stone almost, only his cock bouncing up and down to its rhythm or maybe heartbeat?
Ok, so what does a woman have to do to get a man naked around here I thought and it came to me, to take it or rather me to him. With the shower still running and the glass walls of the shower becoming foggy again, I got off the beach and used my body I clear the glass wall. When I was finished, his cock was tapping on the glass wall wanting in, but he still wasn't moving. So I took a sit on the shower floor leaned back and opened my legs wide. Now while this balancing act was a bit difficult, I didn't have to wait long for a reaction. When I flicked my clit and stuck two fingers in me, I saw jean hit the floor and the steam from the shower was now gliding out the door as he was gliding in.
Now how I got up off the floor from that position, I don't remember as I would swear I that was riding his dick as soon as he entered. I was wet and slippery inside and out, but he somehow was able to hold on as he fucked me up against the tile wall of the shower. I didn't care as long as he continues his relentless pounding into my pussy, as I clung to his wet body. Between the moans and grunts, he was saying the naughtiest things to me. Telling how much he loved my pussy and how he was going to fuck my ass before he was finished. Those were some of the high points that I can remember since I wanted him to keep his word and do those things. Feeling myself about ready to cum and wave of my pending orgasm danced up my spine I was about to let myself go when he pulled his cock out and I was sliding down the wall. Now it was my turn for a "what the fuck moment", but it didn't last long. Before I realized it, the shower was off, and he was dragging me out.
I was shoved on to the bed with my head down and ass up. He had finally gotten me in the position that he had wanted me in from the beginning. Before I could catch my breath and vocal a complaint he had me moaning. His tongue had found my clit and his fingers my back door and he was introducing himself and making his desires known. Digging my finger into the bedding and arching my back as I was trying to suck in enough air to scream as my orgasm tickled every nerve ending. Then he stopped, and before I could think straight, I felt the head of his cock pushing against my asshole and I stiffened. I got a sharp smack on the ass as I told me to relax and let him do what he needed to do, more like what he wanted to do to. I had no complaints this time, as it was something that I like...or ok loved. It was more than just a cock up my ass, but what his hands did with the rest of me. Once he was balls deep inside of me feeling amazing and for a brief second, I wondered what it would be like to have two cocks in me or maybe three? The thought left me as the fingers of one hand started dancing in my pussy as his other hand teased my nipple to the point that they were almost past being hard. He did all of this while slowly moving his cock in and out of my body. Knowing that it was all driving me crazy and that I had to come, he started telling me all the other naughty things that he wanted to watch me do to myself and what he wanted to do. It just revved me up even more, and soon I was meeting his thrust. My ears begin to ring as my body began to shake, and I felt my eyes close as I lost my body to his touch and my orgasm. I swear that I saw stars and then blackness as think I passed out.
Sometime later, I opened my eyes to see a naked, very handsome man stand above me, drying himself off as I laid on my back on the bed. We looked at each other and smiled at the stories that would be telling later.
My body sated but wanting more of him. I sat up and took the towel from him and started to pat the rest of him dry, leaving a chaste kiss after each pat on that spot. By the time I made it from his head to his cock, it was sticking out to greet me. So I said hello to it his balls and of course his ass hole. This time he was the one on the verge of screaming...
Mom, Dad, we're home!