Alfie and I have always had a very fulfilling sex life. We’re always trying new things and we’re very compatible in the bedroom… and sometimes outside it.
On Friday’s Alfie usually goes out with a few friends to the nearby bar. Occasionally I miss him but I do think that it’s important we both have our own space and don’t suffocate each other too much. Whilst he’s out I have a little me time and just relax or go out with my own friends. He doesn’t stay out too late and never comes home too drunk to fuck me to sleep.
It was about nine when the doorbell rang and I was met with a familiar face, George. Even though his flirty banter and clingy nature irritates me slightly, George is a nice guy and I know how close he is with Alfie. As I normally do, I invited George in and directed him to the living room where Alfie was sprawled out on the couch watching some sports channel. I waited outside for a minute, listening to their small talk. I’ve always found male friendships so odd. There’s not usually in depth conversations or talk about feelings, just sports.
I went to grab a couple beers and half a glass of champagne for myself and went to join them in the living room. I handed George his beer and went to join Alfie on the sofa, holding his hand in mine. I quickly noticed the slight bulge in Alfie’s jeans. Maybe it was just the way he was sat but I wasn’t convinced. Glancing over, I could see that George was still completely focused on the TV and I figured it couldn’t hurt to tease my boyfriend a little bit. I positioned myself so that I could see George and make sure he wouldn’t suspect anything. My hand still interlocked with Alfie’s, I moved them slowly towards the crotch of his trousers and let them rest on his inner thigh. I loosened my hand from his and started to apply really light pressure between his legs. Sure enough he was hard, at least a semi. Before I could start properly groping him, he grabbed my hand and held it away from his bulge and onto my lap. I tried to move my hand back a few times but he kept a firm grip and wouldn’t allow me the satisfaction of continuing.
Five minutes or so had passed by the time Alfie had gotten restless. He began to slowly guide my hand over to my skirt and make me touch myself. I tried to avoid participating in this new game but Alfie was set on it and forced my hand underneath my skirt, his own gripping my wrist tightly and insisting that I play with myself a little. I willingly submit and tried my best to avoid any contact with my clit, terrified I’d moan. He moved two of my fingers in a slow circular motion against my slit just the way I like it, then up to brush my clit through my panties slightly. I was soaked by the time Alfie was done torturing me, the football game finally over.
I walked Alfie and George to the door expecting to say goodbye when Alfie invited me to come with them. George seemed happy to oblige and I felt that since I had no other plans it’d be rude to turn them both down.
We walked about five minutes down the block to the bar and were lucky enough to find a booth straight away. I took my place beside Alfie with George sat across from us and we began a lighthearted conversation about work. I got bored of their conversation pretty quickly and found myself fantasizing about Alfie instead. I couldn’t stop myself picturing him, his hands all over my figure, his muscular body pressed up on top of mine, his throbbing cock in my pussy. I bit my lip, pressed my thighs together tight under the table and let my thoughts run wild. I imagined so many different scenarios all at once. First he was fucking me missionary, his hands pinning down mine and his tongue roaming my mouth as he fucked me hard and slow. Then he was between my legs, his wet tongue exploring me whilst he fingered my tight pussy. Innocent enough right? Vanilla thoughts of nice slow sex quickly turned into the burning desire to be fucked senseless and I couldn’t help staring at Alfie.
At some point my fantasies were interrupted.
“Anyone want more drinks?” George asked us both.
As soon as George had left for the bar, Alfie moved in closer to me. Being in the corner I couldn’t escape his gaze easily and I felt my eyes drop to the floor in embarrassment, he had clearly caught on to my train of thought.
“What were you thinking about baby?” He spoke softly in a whisper and I shivered at the familiar sensation of his hot breath on my neck.
“Nothing.” I replied, not daring to look back up just yet.
“Really?” Without even seeing his face I could tell he was smirking at my sudden shyness.
I gasped as I felt his hand snake over my thigh and slip in between my legs. He took a moment to run his fingers over the inside of my thigh, brushing just the fingertips across the sensitive parts of my legs before gripping my inner thigh completely and squeezing hard. He knows how wet that makes me. With every squeeze, Alfie’s hand crept closer up my thigh. I moaned slightly at his touch and felt my cheeks redden when I remembered where we were. He motioned for me to stay quiet and continued moving his hand closer and closer to my now soaked pussy. Between Alfie’s touch and my own thoughts, my panties were flooded and I was desperate to feel some pleasure. I whimpered quietly as he continued to tease me, his eyes were full of lust and I knew he had the same desires as I did. He rubbed his fingers over my clit and the sensation over the fabric made me desperate for more. He clearly enjoyed having so much control and would only allow me pleasure for short bursts before moving back to my thighs.
“You want more?” He asked, his voice dangerously low.
“Yes.” I replied hastily.
“Beg for it.”
“Please Alfie, I want to feel your fingers on my pussy again. Please don’t stop.” I begged desperately.
“I’m just not convinced you want it that bad.”
I was slightly surprised at how much he was holding out on me. I never usually have to ask more than twice. After begging a little more with no success I gave him what he wanted.
“Please sir.” I felt myself blush as soon as the words left my mouth. Alfie grinned at me and I knew that it had been what he was waiting for. We don’t have a set dynamic yet but he’s definitely the dominant one and he’s been hinting at being given a title recently.
He placed his hand back over my panties and started slowly rubbing over my clit in small circles. I moaned softly into his ear as he continued to pleasure me, one hand still firmly parting my legs for full access. I lent my head onto his shoulder, shut my eyes and lost myself in the feeling. I felt Alfie tugging at my panties and hesitated before bending to take them off completely, my skirt just barely covering my pussy.
“George is coming back now, don’t you dare move anything.” He threatened.
Alfie took his hand away to help set the drinks down and I pressed my legs back together, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Without even looking back at me, Alfie spread my legs even wider and kept his hand on my thigh, not letting me move them back together. Him and George continued to talk and I tried my best to focus on the conversation and not the coldness of Alfie’s hand. We chatted for maybe twenty minutes before Alfie decided to make a move. I hadn’t moved and my legs were still spread apart underneath the table. Alfie moved his leg around mine to keep it from falling back towards my other and started to discreetly feel me up again, his fingers running up and down my wet slit but never quite reaching my clit. I tried to shuffle around and force him to touch me properly but every time I moved he would stop completely. I quickly learned that Alfie was in charge and I would just have to be patient.
He continued this motion until I could barely stand it and then finally gave me what I wanted. He gathered some wetness from my pussy on his fingers and started to rub my clit. I wanted to moan so badly but George was right there and we were in public. I couldn’t believe how risky he was being but I liked it. I looked down and saw how hard he was. I reached down to stroke his cock but he shifted my hand and dug his nails into my thigh making me wince. I carried on talking to George about aliens and tried to appear as unbothered as I could.
George announced he was going to the bathroom and I had to hold back my smile as best as I could. Alfie dove straight in without missing a beat. The hand that had been on my thigh was now all over my pussy and his fingers were glistening wet. He continued his even pace on my clit and pushed one finger into me. I moaned into his shoulder and tried to keep it down. He started to massage my G spot and that alone could’ve thrown me over the edge if he’d tried. As soon as he thought I was ready he forced another finger into my tight wet cunt, thrusting his fingers in and out. The pressure on my clit was heavenly and I felt myself getting close.
“You like that. Yeah moan for me baby. Your pussy feels so good and wet. Fuck you’re tight today. I wish I was fucking you. Yeah just imagine my cock baby. I’m so hard for you right now I wish I could take you here.”
I moaned softly in response knowing I could come at any second.
“I’m gonna cum.” I moaned.
“Not until I say.” He warned me.
“Please can I come I’m so horny and you’ve been teasing me all night Alfie.” I whined.
“Come for me Brooke.”
As soon as he said I could my pussy was spasming in pleasure and I was bucking aginst his hand, riding out my intense orgasm. He didn’t stop until I was completely finished. I couldn’t stop thinking about him all evening and it’s something I won’t be forgetting.
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