“A Little Story”
I was more nervous this time around, if only because I knew how amazing the first had night been between us. I wondered ahead of time if you were nervous too, if you were second-guessing the whole thing. It felt like there was a lot to live up to this time, but luckily the excitement of the whole thing was making me more confident, not less. I knew the memory of that night had been playing in your mind over and over again, like it had been in mine. I was sure it was burning in you as strongly as it was in me. I’d had difficulty concentrating on almost everything ever since then, and I imagined you must have been in a similar state. So when you opened the door and I saw you again, it was hard not to burst right in and take you right there. You smiled. I was already smiling from the ride over.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
That was simple enough. You pushed the door open wider to let me inside.
“No,” I said firmly. “We’re going out first.”
You bit your lower lip; I couldn’t tell if you were happy about that or not. But I wasn’t about to debate it. As soon as we saw each other it was obvious that we both wanted to rip the clothes off each other’s bodies on the spot. I could have taken you on the floor right then, without even a word. But that was exactly why I wanted us to go out first; I wanted to make you wait. To bring you so close to it and then pull away, make you think about it a while longer. I think you must have understood that somehow.
“Okay,” you said. “Let me get just get ready upstairs real quick. Do you want to come inside?”
“Not yet.” I turned around and leaned on the railing, looking out across the grass at the trees, momentarily ignoring you. I heard the door shut a second later, so I guess you rushed upstairs to do whatever it was you had to do. I think maybe you just wanted a minute to collect yourself. It was already intense, just seeing each other again. Not being certain what to expect.
It took about five minutes, but the door opened and you came out.
“Okay, I’m ready,” you said. You were smiling again.
You had on a tight sundress, blue and white and patterned, with a pair of dress shoes. Your whole body was glowing in anticipation, so full of life and warmth. I stepped forward right up to you and looked down at your face, put both my arounds around your waist, and quickly pulled you in for a kiss. You leaned in; I brushed my lips against yours but pulled back; you let out a little breath; then I did it again, and you exhaled deeper. I was already teasing you, setting you up for the whole night. Then finally I pulled you in very tight, one hand on your waist and the other on the small of your back, and kissed you deeply and passionately, pressing you against my chest. I could already feel your nipples getting hard, your breasts pushing against me like they needed to be touched. You wrapped your arms around me, kissing me back as you breathed in shorter and shorter, and just when it felt like you were getting comfortable in my arms I suddenly broke the kiss and pushed you away a little bit, still holding you firmly. Now I traced my free hand on your cheek, brushing the hair behind your ear until I worked down to the back of your neck, and then I pulled your head back slowly but forcefully, and leaned close to your ear.
“Before this night’s over I’m going to make you beg for it.”
And then I quickly kissed your neck and broke our embrace and started walking towards the car, leaving you there with that thought.
“Come on,” I said without turning around to look at you.
You followed.
It was not very far to the restaurant, but I’m sure the ride seemed longer than it ordinarily would have. We talked about a couple different things – school, work, this and that, all little bits of small talk designed to keep us from dwelling on the main thing, the same thought we both were having but wouldn’t mention aloud: I’ve been thinking about you nonstop. But pretty quickly we broke the ice again, we were already joking and making each other laugh. The same easy familiarity came right back between us, the same one that surprised me so much the last time. It was like we’d already been intimate for years – I wondered how that possibly could be, but decided to chalk it up to some unexplainable thing. I didn’t care to explain it either, not even to myself – I just wanted to enjoy it.
“You drive too cautiously,” you said all of a sudden.
“That’s right. I don’t trust anyone else on the road to do it right.”
You laughed.
“I mean you drive like an old lady in some ways.”
I knew at once this was the contrarian in you. You wanted to see if I would react. Always with the little challenges.
“If you want to arrange alternative transportation, I can pull over and you can flag down a taxi.”
Tit for tat. You laughed it off.
“No, this is fine. I’ll just have to teach you how to drive.”
“You better not be charging me for those lessons.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can think of a way to pay me back.”
I didn’t answer to that, just smiled and kept driving. Dancing around it, already. That’s good.
When we got there I asked the hostess if we could have a table in the corner; she obliged. When we sat down, after we’d ordered two glasses of wine, you inquired:
“Corner table?”
“Yeah, I’d like to be able to talk to you relatively loudly without fear of somebody overhearing.”
“Oh? Are you planning on saying something dangerous to me that you don’t want anyone to know about?”
“Yeah sure, if you’d like. Pass the bread knife, looks like I didn’t get one.”
Things went smoothly after that. The restaurant had a nice ambience to it – it was a little bit dark but you didn’t seem to mind that. We had a candle at our table, and the whole place smelled nice. Our waiter was a strange-looking fellow who didn’t make eye contact, which was perfectly fine by me. I ordered seafood with curry – you ordered a small piece of steak. I wondered if you did that on purpose but didn’t ask. It doesn’t mean anything you dolt, she just ordered it because steak tastes good. The same reason that you eat it. Maybe. Maybe not. You did say that you were an analyzer, so I wonder if that extended to your own behavior. In any case, the food was excellent.
We talked – conversations digging into each other’s past, stuff we did not get a chance to discuss last time. Our histories and love lives. You kept asking about different girls I had been with, what I liked about them why it didn’t work out in some cases, and so on. I answered as honestly as I could. It didn’t feel like I needed to hide anything from you. I kept back from asking too much about your situation, figuring if you wanted to share with me you would do it anyway. And some point the conversation turned back around to ourselves.
“I really like you.” I say this looking deep into your eyes. They are so passionate and full of longing and desires and something else I don’t quite recognize or understand. It’s like you kept wanting to say something you weren’t allowed to say, but I couldn’t really tell what it was.
“I like you too.”
Your face lights up when you smile, I’ve noticed. At this point I take advantage of the table that I’d chosen for us earlier. I reach under the table and slowly put my hand on your leg. You twitched but didn’t say anything, only pushed it closer to my side. We didn’t acknowledge it – our conversation over the table went on without a beat while the one under the table was picking up. I placed your foot on my knee, and started rubbing and massaging your foot and your ankle; I used both hands now, letting the other one slowly move up along your leg. I could feel your body getting hotter, the tingles starting from your leg spreading to the rest of your body. You just leaned in closer to the table. We were joking and laughing upstairs now, while you were trying hard to contain the growing excitement below. At some point the waiter came and asked if we wanted to dessert. I made him stay for awhile explaining all the different deserts, with no intention of ordering anything. I just want to see if I can make you crack on under the strain. He is standing by our table, completely oblivious to the fact that I am working my way up your leg with my hands, those warm soft legs that I squeeze softly and rub and caress – you play along perfectly, not giving up a hint, even commenting on some of the cakes he mentions (“Oh, I like when they add that little drizzle of caramel on top!”), and he can’t tell the difference. But I can tell there is a little catch in your voice, a voice underneath that is saying: I’m going to get you for this later.
I know. I want you to.
Do you?
Yes. Can’t you tell?
I can’t think right now…I just want to jump on you.
“So what shall it be?” the waiter asks.
“You know,” I reply, “I think I’ll just have a coffee for now. We’ll discuss is a little more.”
“Very good sir.” He goes away.
You look at me and smile. “He looks a little annoyed.”
I laugh. “He should be. I’m not ordering anything else.”
“No dessert?”
“I’m having you for dessert.”
“Oh, har-har. Good one. Very original.” You say it with a little extra sarcasm – but I can tell you kind of like it. You little goofball, I know you.
“Well, I guess we’ll be heading out of here.” You reach for your purse. “No. My treat.” You shake your head. “That’s not fair.”
“Fair don’t enter into it. I’m buying your dinner tonight, taking you back to your place, and fucking your brains out. Full stop.”
You seemed satisfied with that. I paid the bill and we left.
* * *
We got back to your place. It had gotten cold outside while we were out so it was nice to come inside to a warmed house. You shut the door and ask if I want a glass of water or something else to drink. I didn’t answer; instead I spun you around and pressed you against the wall and kissed you – on your mouth, on your neck. I kissed those big, soft, full warm lips that drove me crazy last time. You were moaning already in my arms.
“I need this…” you whimpered.
“I know.”
I took you by your hand and led you up to your bedroom. Then I positioned you in front of your bed and stood in front of you.
“Take off your clothes. Slowly. Don’t look away from me.”
You obeyed. You took off your dress until you were standing in just your bra and your panties. Your tits are practically spilling out by now. You look so eager and attentive. You start to kick off your heels.
“No. Leave those on.” You put them back on.
“Get naked for me. I want to look at you.”
You slowly undo your bra and throw it off to the side. Then you kneel down and slip your panties over your heels and throw them away too. Then you stand up, completely naked except for your heels.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
You do so, and put on the best mock-innocent look you can with your hands behind your back and your glasses at the edge of your nose. You are shaking a little bit – I can tell how nervous you are, how hard it is for you to just stand there. God, do I look horrible? Am I at all desirable to him? Why can’t I be better looking…
I walked around you, surveying – you can feel my eyes going up and down your body. It makes you hot and slightly wet and it gets more difficult to stand, but you keep it up. Finally I’m back in front of you. You bite your lip, waiting for my judgment.
I don’t say a word. I just smile and nod my head once. You feel a warm flood moving through your body – I want him now, now, right now!
I step forward put my hands on your shoulders. You tremble lightly. I look you right in the face. I smile and put my arms on your shoulders, slowly running them up and down your arms.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” You exhale. I can already feel the crack in your armor, your resistances starting to give away. I pull you in close as if I’m about to kiss you, but I only graze your lips lightly with mine and pull back; and then again, smiling this time with my eyes almost shut. You’ve waited, you’ve been thinking about it so long and now I’m teasing you again…
“You’re mean…” you whisper softly.
You’ve been so good that I decide to reward you – I pull you in by the hips fast and strong and kiss you deeply. My tongue plunges into your mouth, and we kiss each other, and for a minute all the passion comes back to us – everything we’d felt that night comes rushing between our lips, going back and forth like an energy we can’t keep down – and momentarily I’m not even sure if I can resist taking you right there on the bed. But I break the kiss. First things first.
“Get on your knees. Look up at me.”
You obey. You get down on your knees, your tits and your body offered up to me, your heels digging into the floor.
“Are you ready to show me some respect?”
“Yes…”
“Then undo my built and start sucking my dick like a good girl.” I squeeze your shoulder hard.
“Yes, sir.”
And you take off by belt and pants. I’m already fully hard in my boxers; just seeing my bulge makes you wet and makes your mouth water. You pull down them down hungrily, and gaze at every inch of me – hard for you, for you.
“You look happy to see me,” you offer slyly as you look up at me. And then you don’t give me a chance to respond – you take my whole dick in your mouth at once.
I tighten and tense up, and exhale quickly. Fuck, she is good. I’d almost forgotten.
You get to work pleasing me, sucking my dick with every bit of passion in your body, rocking back and forth on the floor, letting your tits dance in the air. Your one hand is at the base of my dick, rubbing the long central vein with your thumb, and your other hand is cupping and massaging my balls, tenderly, trying to coax it all out of me.
You feel every vein in my dick get swollen and throb in your mouth and you suck and lick it hungrily, and you look up and see I have a look in my eyes like nobody’s ever treated me so good. You’re drooling on it as you suck back and forth, back and forth.
“Oh fuck, Kate…” is all I can manage to whisper as I hold it all back and you keep worshipping my manhood.
I reach down and play my hands on your cheeks and you can feel how warm they are, how much they appreciate what you are doing to me. You lick, suck, and stroke me towards a climax. At the last minute I pull you away.
“Since you’re being such a good girl, I think I should reward you for your behavior.”
I spin you around and throw you on the bed. You get on your knees, hands on the sheets, and stick your ass up and out for me. I put my hands on your sides and pull up close to you, my dick rubbing against your pussy and your clit. You moan and moan, wishing for me to stop torturing you already. I tease you a little while longer, making sure you know who’s in charge. Then suddenly I grab you tightly and pull you so close you can feel my breath on your back.
“I’m going to make you cum like a bitch.”
And without any warning you feel every inch of my dick slide into your pussy.
It’s like an explosion happens inside you – you’re already in the throes of something that’s going to take control of you. You feel yourself being taken as I pump deep and hard inside you – back and forth, back and forth. I’m even bigger than you remembered, all my manhood hard and full just for you. I fuck you like an animal that’s just been unchained, fuck you hard and fast and deep. You grip the sheets and shut your eyes, trying to focus – it’s like your head is being split, I’m fucking you so deep. You can’t remember the last time you felt this good except maybe last time we were together but oh now it’s just so much more fucking amazing somehow it’s gotten better what the fuck, what the fuck, I’m going to cum…
And you spasm under me, your whole body shivers as I fuck you mercilessly, plunging deeper than you ever thought possible. I can feel all your warm juices seeping everywhere already. You’re soaking your sheets and you’re cumming hard on my dick like a good girl, like a good fucking girl. You cum again – or is it the same orgasm you’ve just had? Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter this feels so fucking good, this feels so fucking good, this feels so fucking good just runs in your head over and over. I make you my little cumslut, right there on your own bed.
Then I can feel you slackening a little, so I pull out just as quickly as I entered and flip you over, and push you down against the bed.
“Pretty good warmup, don’t you think?” You just moan when I say that – he’s so arrogant right now, god I fucking love it the way he fucks me, fuck…
I pull you to the edge of the bed.
“Now I’m going to taste you. I want you to concentrate.”
And I plunge my head down into your pussy and start licking, sucking, nibbling on your hot wet lips and clit.
Thoughts run through your head.
God how the fuck did this happen, I get so lucky…what did I do to deserve this, right now, this thing happening to me? Oh fuck! Fuck that feels amazing, god what the fuck.. I don’t understand and I don’t care, all there is in the world is this feeling right now between my legs, and its spreading through every part of me…I can feel it moving through me. I can’t stop moving around it. You realize your hips have been rocking this whole time.
I can’t stop moving.
You look down and see me looking back into your eyes, arms wrapped around your legs and holding them firmly in place while my tongue keeps dancing along your pussy. I am loving every minute of it, tasting your warm hot womanly juices flowing out of you so fast. You feel your orgasm starting to swell inside you, in warm floods it starts simmering in every part of your body, you start to get light-headed.
He’s going to make me cum. And he knows it. It’s right in his eyes. He fucking knows it and it’s fucking hot and amazing…
And I’m going to feel all of it. ALL of it.
God I wonder what he’s thinking right now, is he imagining how I’m feeling right now? Can he really know how this feels? He must, he has to, otherwise god what is this, what is this…ohhh…ohhh fuck…oh my god, oh my GOD OH FUCK OH MY GOD, fuck this is amazing, fuck I’m cumming like his little bitch just like he said, just like he said, fuck fuck fuck, fuck I’m cumming so hard right nowwwwww ughhghhgh…
And you whimper and moan and spill your happiness right onto my lips and mouth, which are still working hard to please you between your legs. You bring your hands down to brush my hair and face.
Oh god, it feels so good..but how does he know?
He tells me I’m beautiful and gorgeous over and over again, does he really mean it? What does he mean when he says that…I doubt it but the way he touches me it’s like it has to be real, he really does think that way about me, oh fuck…fuck that feels so good, fuck!
Sometimes I get so lonely and I don’t know where it comes from, but with him right now, licking and kissing and touching me where I’m soft and wet…he makes it all go away..until there’s nothing left and i’m just floating in a cloud, I’m floating and it’s just him and me and him between my legs licking and sucking and being so gentle and strong and controlling and passionate, so loving the way he does, he looks so happy down there,….all the loneliness is just melting away.. …oh my god, look at him right now…I’m wet and shivering and he’s just cradling me like I’m his little tender something, god I just want to bury myself in him while he does this…
You bite your lip while you watch me; it’s almost white from all the blood running to the rest of your body.
Can he really like it, being down there while I’m a mess like this? God, but it feels so good..so unbelievably good…my head is spinning…what is he doing to me, I’m going to cum again if he doesn’t stop…and he wants it, he wants it, he wants me!
Your breath gets short and fast, with quick little intakes as you try to hold it all together while I go to work on you. You try to keep it all back
“Oh fuck me!”
And then, it happens.
You arch, you throw your head back, your eyes roll back into your head …all of your insides explod all at once and you feel everything you had rush out of your pussy and out between your legs right into my mouth and face, and I lap it all up…God he is just licking it all up like that, oh my god this is so good, this is unreal right now, oh fuck fuck fuck!
OH MY GOD FUCK, OH FUCK OH FUCK, I’M–
There’s no more words in your brain. You just drop back and let it happen to you, the wild animal ecstasy pulsing and throbbing through you and making you feel like you’ve just died into happiness and lost yourself to all the waves and waves of pleasure, the sweet pressure that’s been building in you for weeks, days, hours, minutes is all relieved all at once, the flood-gates are opened and you spill out between your legs and I drink it all up…
You feel emptied and relieved and totally satisfied in the most wonderful way imaginable. You feel the waves subsiding, everything coming to a slower pace, slowing down into an afterglow.
You breath out, and feel a wave of relaxation come over you.
You let yourself breathe slower.
Eyes closed, you take a moment to collect yourself.
And then without any warning you feel every inch of me penetrate you.
FUCK…!
And then I fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, like you’ve always dreamed you would be. I’m going in and out of you fast, hard, deep, relentlessly as you struggle to hold me in, you’re already so soft and weak from what I’ve just done to you, you try to keep me but I’m so hard and strong right now you don’t know if you can handle it all.
You open your eyes and see a look in my eyes, a look that you know is going to be seared into your memory forever, a look that makes you cum again, instantly, just looking at it.
Complete ownership.
You’re mine and you know it…
I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours you tell me over and over again with your eyes. Then you feel it turn into words in your mouth; you whimper it:
“I’m…I’m yours…”
Now you’re nothing but an animal, bucking and flailing like crazy against me, I’m turning you into something, you feel your whole body coming apart at the seams, I fuck you hard and I fuck you crazy, I fuck you like a mad hungry animal and you feel me deep inside you, panting like an animal..and I’m fucking you so deep and so good and it feels like you’re being turned inside out, like you’ve never been fucked before in your life, so many years fucking and thinking that was sex but now this and oh god I’ve never felt this before, I’ve never felt this before…you are spasming and you can’t help yourself and you can see in my eyes how badly I’m burning for you as I cum inside you deep, deep, deep and you can see it in my eyes I want you and I want you and I want you Kate I fucking want you, I fucking want you, I want you so badly, Kate, Kate, Kate fuck fuck! over and over again I’m cumming and cumming and thrusting deep inside you and moaning your name and I’m giving you so much you can feel me nearly splitting you in half but you contain it all, you keep pulling me into you deeper and harder and you know in your heart that in my life, in my life I’ve never been so hard as I am right now, inside you, cumming all the life out of me into your pussy, begging you to take it all in, to let me have you, to please please please let me have you, and you feel me all throbbing pulsing and spasming inside you and you feel me getting bigger inside you and oh my god how can it be getting even bigger, he’s so swollen and full of cum for me right now and it’s emptying, he’s emptying himself inside me, he’s cumming inside me, he’s giving me all he has and I’m so happy right now that it’s me he’s cumming in, me and not somebody else, he’s been so steady this whole time but now he can’t control himself, god look at him over and over he’s cumming deep in me like I’m getting fucked by a mountain, it’s like I was born to take his dick and it’s so big on him he’s handsome and amazing and I’m his right now, completely and utterly, I’m his and I making him cum and oh god I’m going again, yes oh my god fuck, FUCK, yes yes yes YES YES YES I’m going to cum again YES YES OH MY GOD, OH MY—OH FUCK, FUCK YES!… .and we both cum together, squeezing and holding each other as hard as we can and not letting go, orgasming together in each other’s arms, and you smile because you know in that second only you can do this to me, only you can make me cum so hard and feel so good, only you..
* * *
And then you settle into my arms, all warmth and tenderness. Your body is all crackly and live-wires, the lightest touch just sends the energy racing through you again. We’ve been laying there for god knows how long now, trying to catch our breath. I look down at you, as I move to kissing and caressing and stroking you like my pet. In your sheets all wrapped up you look so sweet and vulnerable and happy, you’ve cum so much like a good little girl for me, and now I need to stroke and caress and lightly touch your body to make you understand the energy between us. You look up at me and smile. I can see how cute you look. I kiss you neck, lick you gently all over your body. You moan, I can tell how happy you are through the way your body reacts to my touch. I come back up to your face and wrap my arms around you and pull you in for a full, deep, proper kiss to my hot sweet little darling, my lover. We kiss, over and over again. And then I look down at your smiling face. I see you’re about to say something.
“Next time, dinner’s on me.”
I laugh.
“Sure thing, goofball.”
~to be continued….
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