[MF] The Tryst

The party was at a friend’s house. You could always count on him to have good wine, great canapes, plus his house lent itself for this. A pool surrounded by porches where people mingled in little groups. It had started in the early evening but night was falling and torches were lighted around so we could see who we were chitchatting with and what we were eating, but each torch just covered one yard perimeter so there were shadowed areas in between, making one feel more private than it really was.

I was there with a friend, who had already wandered off talking with colleagues, unaware or uncaring of having left me to fend by myself. I approached the buffet table to browse the offerings when I noticed him.

I had seen him before, had even been introduced to, but never truly engaged in a conversation. I found him attractive, and when we had shaken hands a current of awareness had radiated from that touch. Waters as uncharted as beckoning, those. And now he was looking at me while walking on my direction.

“It’s nice to see you again” he said warmly as soon as he reached my side. He held my eyes, his interest blatant in them. I cleared my throat and tried to smile. Usually I was at ease around men, but this one unsettled me in the most delicious way leaving my mind blank. *Way to go*, I said to myself rolling my mental eyes.

Someone got her elbow on my side, indelicately inviting me to move from the table to allow her access to the goodies. The sexy man facing me softly grabbed me by the elbow and moved me away; but he didn’t stop but kept leisurely strolling around the yard without releasing my arm.

I walked by his side never wondering where we were going nor feeling uncomfortable by the lack of conversation. We just calmly walked towards the pool house, which was not open to the party, probably because it was no longer used as pool house since the kids had gone to college but as a home office. He opened the first door we reached and softly nudged me in. He wasn’t applying any force, so I could have freed my arm at any time. I didn’t.

The door lead to a bathroom, one of those with two doors, one serving the pool and the other the inside of the now office. He locked the door we’ve used and walked to the other to lock it as well. The only light was a nightlight next to the sink, casting a yellow glow over our bodies.

When he came back he didn’t grab me for a quick make out session to minimize the risk of being caught. No. He framed my face with his hands and started a seductive assault on my mouth. After long minutes caressing with his lips and tongue each corner of my mouth he forayed to my jaw, and then to my neck, while his hands divested me of my dress. He played with my breasts over the lace covering them until I let my head fall back and he took it as the signal it was and proceeded to unhook my bra. His mouth launched unerringly towards my nipples, biting, licking, the tip of his tongue flicking. One of his hands held me by my lower back, the other slid down my belly and under my thong.

It was an attack from two flanks, and I was unable to defend myself. He lowered me over the large rug covering the tiled floor, my tits proud and my nipples erect and ready for his mouth. He didn’t delay. He separated my knees and laid between them, latching his mouth to one of my hardened nipples. It was at that moment that we heard voices walking by and the door to the pool house aka office opened and closed.

He didn’t seem fazed by the newcomers and kept teething one nipple and twisting with his fingers its twin, his other hand sliding up my thigh forcing my leg up and to the side, rubbing my pussy.

I was biting my lips, trying to keep quiet. The voices from next door clearly reached us, so they would clearly hear us were we to make any noise. The danger just increased my arousal. I couldn’t even direct him not daring to speak even in a whisper.

He pulled my thong to the side, my lips swollen and wet for him, my clit pulsing between his fingers. I couldn’t contain a whimper and his hand quickly covered my mouth, his whisper on my ear.

“Sssshhh, someone will hear” he said before removing his hand to kiss me hard and deep while his hips, thighs and weight worked together to force my thighs apart, opening my pussy fully to his cock. He pushed inside silencing my gasp with his mouth.

He moved in and out of me, my wetness easing his shaft. I was feeling it all: his tongue in my mouth, his cock in my pussy, his weight on me. He leaned back, his hands on my shoulders holding me to the floor, intent on driving his dick into me, my legs bent and up high, begging him deeper.

His mouth devoured mine while my pussy was pulsing and receiving, my whole body quivering from his brutal attention. He was driving his cock deeper and deeper, my body arching, my tits hard, nipples erect, his mouth smothering mine. My moans were trying to escape so he covered my mouth with his hand and bit and licked my earlobe while he begged me to be quiet as someone would hear. He then brought back his mouth to mine and I tried to throw it off, needing to release, to bit his shoulder, his arm, my teeth deep into flesh to grunt, to silently scream my satisfaction as he shot his hot cum inside me.

He kept drilling me, pumping dry, our bodies in a thrusting synchronization not wanting to stop, and I was still biting deep into him, my delight silenced by the men next door, our sweat mingling as we slowly released each other and sank back to the floor as a single entity…spent…exhausted…connected…joined.

But I hadn’t climax so he rolled to his side and moved his hand between my legs. Our eyes locked and I didn’t look away, I couldn’t, our souls connected, looking deep, letting his fingers take me to orgasm. They were pinching and teasing my lips, rubbing slowly, a finger on my clit. I smiled at the thought that I was his to pleasure.

My body trembled, his fingers on my sweet spot, in control whilst I let him, on the edge of climax but unable to fall off or jump, trusting him to take me there, swollen, hard, sensitive, connected to my every sensory being, making clear he would make me orgasm like never before.

His eyes held mine, daring me to look away, his tongue went to my nipple, around it, flicking it, licking…his fingers beating my clit…lightly spanking, rubbing…circling…hard…gently, I didn’t know which…my hot and swollen lips wet, tender to touch but aching his attention…my cunt was so wet.

He kissed me and that touch released all my frustrated silenced passion…I had to be quiet but my body spasm and squirmed with the electricity of my orgasm, and he drank it up thru my mouth and lips…I fell away and we lied silent and spent on the rug .

Our next tryst wouldn’t be so quiet.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/downu2/mf_the_tryst