A friendly dinner

First erotica, please be kind

>Being new to the city, and to the office, I hadn’t had much chance to settle in, neither did I know anyone here. But you, you turned out to be the kind one. And also a beautiful one. You were kind enough to invite me in for dinner Friday night at your place. I couldn’t thank my stars to be honest. First week in and already a date with a beautiful woman. At least I thought it was that.
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>The day of our “date” a friend of mine dropped in to town unexpectedly. And being one of those who self invites himself everywhere, he convinced me to bring him along, you graciously agreed, and so the date turned into a cordial dinner. Or so I thought.
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>You opened the door looking stunning. In the little black dress which hugged your figure, curving at exactly the right places. We entered and I could tell you were already a little drunk. We sat down, you at the head of the table, me on your left side and my friend on your right, since that’s the way you wanted it to be. Dinner was going fine, but all the time I couldn’t help but notice how your lips glistened each time you took a sip of your drink. I decided to take a chance and started to rub my foot against yours, hoping that might lead somewhere between us. And as luck would have it, you suddenly smiled just as my foot touched yours. I started to run my foot further up your leg, my toes treading slowly up your legs. I leaned back a bit, and ran my foot up inside your dress, under your thighs, and you closed your eyes and moaned softly. Probably feeling embarrassed since my friend was there, you excused yourself and went to the kitchen.
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>I waited for a bit, chatting with my friend, then “by mistake” i dropped the drink on my shirt and excused myself too, to find where you went.
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>You saw me entering the kitchen, with my shirt stained with wine and immediately offered to clean it up for me. I smiled and just agreed. You asked coyly if you could unbutton my shirt and take it off so you could wash it properly. I accepted of course and without giving anything away just said, yes of course. You came in close and looking straight into my eyes, started to unbutton my shirt, slowly. I accidentally brushed my hand behind your dress, then brushed it past your tight ass a second time. You didn’t say anything, just kept unbuttoning my shirt while still looking straight at me. I grabbed your ass hard now, and squeezed it tight. You closed your eyes and moaned. I slapped your ass softly, so as to not make any noise, and you slipped your hands behind me, grabbed my ass and pulled me more close into you. Enough playing.
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>I grabbed you by your waist and pushed you against the kitchen sill, grabbed your hair, looked you in the eye, then swooped in for a kiss which was long pending. Parting your lips with my lips, taking your lower lip inside my lips, sucking on it, then pulling slowly back. My hands ran down the side of your body, feeling you all over, all over that tight little dress of yours, then slipped in inside your dress and yanked your panties down in one swift motion. My lips now hungrier than ever, started to attack your neck with gusto, biting and licking its way around your ears, biting your earlobes and whispering in your ears, let me get you little wet now, darling.
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>My fingers slipped inside your dress, and put a finger inside your naked pussy, spreading your pussy lips wide, and running a finger in circles inside of you. I pulled your dress down with my teeth, exposing your luscious breasts wrapped in that sexy black bra of yours. Kissing and nibbling at your bra straps, you grabbed me by my hair, pulled me in and begged me to take off your, and to finally fuck you like I was meaning too all these times.
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>You pulled my shirt up, I yanked your dress and took off your bra, throwing it on the floor, then ran my tongue down your neck, rolling it between your breasts, over your now rock hard nipples, and taking a small bite of it. Your fingers found the buckle of my jeans, undid it swiftly and you had proof of how hard all this teasing and playing had made me. And then, is when we heard it. A slight cough. My friend just standing there, holding his plate, and enjoying the show.

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