This is (m)y first time posting anything I’ve written, normally I keep them to myself. So here goes nothing…
The day has finally arrived. A nervous energy washes over you as you think about it. Are you really going to go through with this? He’s been dropping hints for a while, some more subtle than others. Yes, because you love him…and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excited you a little as well. You take one last approving look in the mirror and smile. Another wave of that tingling nervous energy washes over you as you head downstairs.
Just as you finish putting your jacket on, he pokes his head in from the garage. “Ready babes?” You nod and think to yourself “I am, are you?” as a sly little smile barely curls your lips. You talk about your days on the ride, doing your best to act normal. You don’t want to ruin the surprise.
You arrive and walk hand in hand across the parking lot. A light gust of wind comes, wrapping around your bare legs as you walk. It’s been a little while since you’ve worn a skirt, especially one this short. A familiar tingle dances up your legs as you reach the door.
You don’t have to wait long for your table, but every minute feels like an eternity as your nervous energy builds. You must be hiding it well though, as he hasn’t seemed to notice. The hostess calls your name, tingling intensifies. It’s time.
You get to the table. You both take your jackets off and put them on the back of your chairs. As you sit he notices your shirt. “The yellow one, my favori…” He trails off as he stares. He’s noticed. A wave of excitement passes over you. He looks up to meet your gaze just long enough to ask with his eyes. You raise your eyebrows and give a playful smile. You sit up a little straighter and arch your back slightly. The thin material of the shirt drapes over your breasts. The excitement and anticipation has you so aroused that your nipples are betraying your secret.
He can’t keep his eyes off of you. As you continue the conversation you were having before he can’t help but look down and take you in. He does his best to maintain eye contact. Every so often you both look around to see if anyone else has noticed. You haven’t caught anyone looking, but you can feel their gaze on you from time to time. You were originally doing this for him, but now you’re beginning to revel in the voyeurism of it all.
About halfway through your dinner (during which he’s been shifting and adjusting in his chair all night) you excuse yourself to the bathroom. As you stand you make sure to lean over to give him a peak before you straighten up and walk to the back of the restaurant. You can feel your breasts bouncing freely. The shirt rubs against your nipples, ensuring anyone that happens to glance your way will be in on your worst kept secret. You may not have caught anyone before, but you certainly caught a few extended looks as you walked by.
In the bathroom you compose yourself. The excitement has you all riled up and you long to feel his touch. You fix your hair in the mirror, admiring yourself. As you put your hands down they brush against your breasts and send shockwaves across your body. We need to get home, now.
You walk briskly back to the table, exaggerating the mesmerizing dance taking place under your shirt. He sees you and drinks you in as you make your way towards him. As you get to the table he asks “Is everything ok?” “Yes, just get the check.”
Once you’re in the car he leans over and kisses you deeply. His tongue swirling, intertwining with yours. His hand is on your thigh, stroking up and down. Each pass moving further up your leg. Soon you can feel the heat from his hand almost at your pussy and then you feel him brush against your lips and stop. You can feel him slow his kissing as he processes this new information. His finger begins to probe, and then slides easily between your wet lips, unencumbered by panties. Finally the touch you were craving. But not here, you gently guide his hand back to your thigh. “Not yet, first let’s get home”
He keeps his hand on your thigh the entire ride, letting his fingers brush past every so often making you jump with excitement.
As you get in the door jackets and shoes are quickly tossed aside. He presses you against the wall, pinning your hands up by your head. He kisses from one ear, down your neck, across your collarbone and back up to your other ear. He knows how much you like this. You need to fuck him now. You surprise yourself with this thought, you never think this way. But now, you need to feel him in you, it’s primal. You whisper “get up stairs, get naked and wait for me on the bed”
He sheds his shirt as he gets to the top of the stairs and you hear him hopping along as he tries to get his pants off. As much as you want to run up right behind him. As much as you want to take off the only 2 pieces of clothing you’ve been wearing all night, you wait. You want to feel his eyes on you like they were in the restaurant. You want him to desperately want to tear your clothes off. But you won’t let him, not this time.
As you casually walk through the bedroom door, you to arch your back to emphasize your breasts. Each step you take they bounce. Your nipples rubbing against your shirt is almost enough to get you off right now, but you compose yourself. As you walk around the bed he stares at you, longingly, lustfully. His erection is standing tall, throbbing with each beat of his heart, or is it with each bounce of your breasts?
You stop at the foot of the bed and proceed to crawl up on top of him. You let your shirt hang down and brush against the tip of his cock. He shudders as precum leaks out and draws a line down your shirt as you get closer and closer to his face. You lightly kiss his lips as you move even further up. Your cleavage reaches his face. You can feel his warm short breathes on your chest his cock brushing past your clit. It’s time.
You take both his hands and pin them to the bed up by his head. “Turnabout is fair play” you whisper. You want to run the show…for now. You let your hips drop and feel him glide between your lips. You slowly grind your clit up and down the length of his shaft. Your wetness mixing with his. It feels amazing, more intense than you’ve ever felt before. But it’s not enough, you need him in you. You need to feel him deep inside of you. As you slide up towards the tip you keep going just a little further and he easily finds his way into you. You move back, pushing him deeper into you. As you grind your hips back and forth, left and right, up and down you feel him touching every inch inside of you.
You want him to watch you. You want him to want you. You release his hands and sit up. He stares at you longingly. He watches your breasts bounce all over, your erect nipples tracing lines under your shirt. Normally you like to close your eyes, but something about watching him drink you in has awoken something inside of you. You pause for a second and reach down and pull your shirt off. You’ve both waited long enough, you need his touch.
You guide his hands up your thighs, across your stomach and stop them just before your breasts. He hesitates for a second and then grabs you, pulling you down to him. He grabs both breasts, finally able to touch what he’s been admiring all night. Your nipples have never been harder. He circles them, rubs them, pinches them, twists them and pulls them. He alternates between his hands and licking and sucking. You’ve always liked nipple play, but this time was different. Each touch sent a shiver down between your legs. You grind in unison. Your bodies becoming one.
Then he stops, looks directly into your eyes and says “get on your hands and knees”. You slide up and off of him, feeling him leave you. You know it won’t be for long though, you’ll soon be able to feel him even deeper in. As he gets behind you and you feel his warmth between your legs. He flips your skirt up, grabs your hips and slowly slips back into you. As you feel him enter you you adjust your hips so he gets as deep as possible. Each thrust brings with it a surge of pleasure but you want more. Resting on a shoulder you reach your hand under you and between your legs. As he thrusts harder and faster, never letting go of your hips, you finger your clit. You match the speed of your finger with the speed of his thrusts. And then as if from heaven itself, wave after wave after wave of pure ecstasy washes over you. You feel him shoot deep inside of you, over and over.
As the waves subside you both collapse onto the bed. Completely spent. This has been a night you both will remember forever. He holds you tightly as you snuggle into his chest. “I love you” he whispers. “I love you too” as you both drift off for the best sleep you’ve ever had.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/emfysi/reigniting_the_spark_mf_from_her_perspective
Thanks for sharing.