Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch [Finale] [M19,F18]

I apologize for this taking multiple months but I just had no will to write and was having trouble figuring out how to end this story. Thank you to everyone who has followed along and I hope you enjoy the finale!

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Meeting Caitlyn For Lunch (Finale)

I tried to respond but couldn’t. I was hesitant, while there was no reason to be. A beautiful girl wanted to take my shirt off and I was hesitating.

Caitlyn leaned forward and purred into my ear. “If you let me take this off you, I’ll let you take mine off.”

I groaned in response, that was all the encouragement I needed to not be unsure about what we were doing.

“Sit.” She nudged me back towards the bed.

I sat down as I felt my legs at the edge of the mattress. She inched forward at an excruciating rate, stopping when she got to my knees. Each of her hands came up and rested on my shoulders and she shot me a grin.

She lifted a knee and put on the outside of my legs. Using my shoulders, she helped pull her other knee up to the opposite side of my legs. Shuffling forward and kneeling right over me, I saw her waist lower before feeling it press hard onto mine, she let her entire weight rest on my lap. I let out a low moan as she squirmed for a moment, making me rest between her legs, I could feel heat radiating as I pushed up into her.

Her hands slid down from my shoulders to the base of my shirt. She tugged up, starting to remove it, her skin brushing against my body as she gracefully pulled it all the way off. She placed her hands flat against my bare chest after tossing my shirt behind me. Her touch shot lightning through me, and I felt myself twitch between her legs, where the feeling of heat kept on growing.

She took a sharp breath and put on a devilish grin when she felt me move against her. “Remember what I said I could do if I sat in your lap?”

“Yeah.” I was curious where she was taking this.

She began to move her hips backwards and forwards in the smallest motions possible, every sensation was enhanced from the position we were in. I let out quiet groans with each move she made, feeling myself pulse with any shift of her weight.

She stopped rocking her hips and smiled at me. “You like that?”

There was a lump in my throat. All I could do was nod in response.

“Good to know.” She used her hands to move mine to either side of her body, leading my fingers to the hem of her sweater. “I think I said I’d let you take this off for me.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes.” She answered, her hands grasped mine even tighter and began to pull up, making the sweater start to ride up her body.

It seemed to happen in slow motion. At first, the top of her waist was exposed, then her stomach, and then once a sliver of her bra was showing she stopped leading my hands up.

She raised her arms in the air, straight above her head. “You do the rest; it’ll be easier this way.”

My hands continued lifting the sweater, even slower than before. My eyes went wide as I finished lifting it over her head. She shook her hair out once the garment was no longer in the way, some of it fell over her stark white bra which offered little contrast to the pale, milky skin of her chest.

Her bra was lace with flowery patters running all over, but it was still quite a bit see through. Not much was left to the imagination except where her hard nipples were prominently poking through, that area was strategically covered with a solid piece of fabric.

“Well? How are they?” She asked as she ran her hands up her chest, squeezing her boobs before giving them a little drop. Her breathing quickened and she bit her lip as she touched herself.

“Amazing… They’re perfect.” Was all I could say, and they were. Perked up perfectly and with the smallest bit of jiggle as she dropped them. My eyes followed her hands the entire time and I felt myself twitch against her once again. I noticed the pale skin on her chest beginning to turn a dark shade of red as it was obvious that she was getting more turned on.

She giggled, and her face flushed. “Alright well let me grab your shirt so I can put it back on.” She looked around for a moment before remembering that she threw it behind me.

Her hands went to my chest and pushed. “Lay down so I can reach the shirt.”

I followed her directions; I was lying flat on my back while she was still sitting on my lap. That’s when she leaned far forward over me and stretched her arms in order to snag the shirt. The motion causing her waist to lift off mine and for her chest to be inches away from my face.

I took the opportunity to move my hands to either side of her hips, slipping them around to grab her butt. I also lifted my head and planted a series of soft kisses between her breasts.

Her back arched when my lips touched her skin. She grabbed the shirt and scooted back down, stopping her face in front of mine and using her hands to hold herself over top of me. “You better be careful where you’re kissing me, I might make you do that on every inch of me.”

“Would that really be a bad thing?” I asked while letting my hands wander to the waistband of her underwear.

She leaned down and kissed me on the lips. “I wouldn’t mind, but I think we’ll leave that for a little later. I do need you to move your hands off my ass so I can sit back on your lap though, I’d much rather be able to feel other parts of you than your hands.”

I complied with her instructions, but before I did, I gave her a little squeeze with both hands, a smile crept across her face because of it. She transferred to sitting upright on her knees, towering above me as I was still laying on my back.

I looked down to her waist, a dark spot on the pair of gray boxers that hugged her every curve stole my attention. She caught me looking and a smiled. Her hands moved to the waistband of the underwear and yanked up, pulling the fabric tighter against her skin than I thought was possible. My eyes stayed on the dark spot, which grew just a little bit larger as a faint outline of her lips became visible.

She lowered her hips until all of her weight was on my waist once again. I let out another groan as I was beginning to grow more sensitive.

“Be honest with me. How long would it take right now?” She asked while trying to get the shirt flipped right side out so she could put it on.

“How long would what take?” I asked cluelessly.

“For me to take care of this situation.” Her waist wiggled back and forth.

I felt my face grow warm. “Umm… Not long. Maybe a minute or two.”

Her hips fell into a steady cadence of grinding movements. “So all it would take is a couple minutes of this?”

I leaned back on my elbows and nodded. Every move she made was excruciating pleasure and she started quietly groaning in time with her movements, and I could feel myself throbbing every time she moved more weight onto me.

“Okay maybe less than a couple of minutes.” I gasped,

All of a sudden she stopped, looked me in the eyes and giggled. “I think maybe a couple of seconds.”

She lifted herself off my waist and leaned forward again, giving me a short kiss this time and whispered into my ear. “Just so you know, it would take about the same amount of time for me right now.”

My mind went blank for a moment processing what she had just said. By the time I had gathered my thoughts she had already hopped off me and was standing at the edge of the bed.

“Alright, that’s enough getting distracted, I’m actually exhausted and ready for bed. I’m gonna run up to grab my phone and a water, do you want one?”

“Yeah, could you also grab my phone? I think it should be right next to yours.”

“Mhm.” She turned and walked out of the room; my eyes were glued on her backside. Her hips swayed and butt slightly jiggled with every step, I think she was exaggerating all her movements just to tease me.

While she was gone, I fixed the blanket and sheets after getting messed up, threw her sweater in the hamper, and finally laid back down in bed.

She came back into the room a few minutes later and walked to the bed, putting two bottles of water and our phones on the bedside table.

“Well, are you going to get into bed?” I asked.

“If you insist.” She took the blanket and threw it off me, uncovering my entire body. Then she climbed over top of me just like a few minutes ago, planting her waist on mine, except this time she laid her entire body on mine, wiggling around until she was comfortable. Her face nestled next to my head and I could feel her soft breath tickle my ear.

“This is how you want to sleep?” I couldn’t help but chuckle when I said it.

“Maybe…” She mumbled. “But I usually don’t sleep with a bra on.”

I was silent for a while, not exactly sure what she wanted me to do based on the last sentence.

It was like she read my mind. “That means take my bra off you dummy.”

“Calling someone a dummy isn’t very nice.” I was just messing with her at this point.

She lifted her head up and gave me a kiss. “Yeah, but you’re my dummy, plus doesn’t taking off my bra kind of make up for not being nice?”

“I guess so.” I put my hands on her back and slid them down to the base of her shirt.

Before I could even slip my fingers under the fabric she piped up. “It’s a front clasp, you can’t do it on the back.”

“Okay well how do you expect me to take it off then? I can’t exactly reach your front with you laying on me.” I had a fake annoyance in my voice.

She pushed up with her arms, leaving her face hovering over mine, and making our chests come apart by about 12 inches. “There, now you can get to it.”

I dragged my hands from her back, around both sides of her hips, and finally came to a rest on her stomach, my fingertips were just barely grazing the top of her underwear. Deciding to tease her, I let my fingers start to creep under the waistband of the underwear, she took a sharp breath as they continued further down.

“Hey, those hands are going the wrong way.” She hissed.

“Whoops.” I said with a smile and retreated my hands immediately keeping them on her lower stomach. “Sit up all the way, it’ll make it even easier.”

She complied right away and put us in a similar position to the one we were in a few minutes ago, and I sat upright to match her.

“So, are you going to tell me more specifically where the clasp is on the front? Or am I going to have to search for it?”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “You don’t know where it is on these? In that case, I’ll have to show you how to do it.”

Her hands traveled down to the edge of her shirt and pulled up, exposing her entire bra once again, her nipples hadn’t gotten any softer, if anything they looked even harder. There must have only been a few inches between us so she held the shirt up using her chin so her hands could be free and out of my way. “Actually, you know what? I won’t show you, try and figure out how to undo it.”

It seemed pretty obvious how to take it off when looking at it and I wasn’t going to waste any time. My hands moved straight to the clasp in the middle of her boobs, after fumbling around for a few seconds I figured out how it connected. Just as I unhooked the bra, Caitlyn released the shirt that she was still holding under her chin, it fell down and covered everything before her bare chest could be revealed.

“Good, now take it the rest of the way off.” She spoke, her voice had a little rasp in it.

I did as I was told, but with a little extra to get revenge for dropping her shirt at the last second. I moved each side of the bra around her body, but just as I started to pull, I let me knuckles graze her breasts and one of them just happened to touch her nipple. I figured my revenge worked because her eyes went wide, her thighs squeezed me, and she bit her bottom lip as she let out a quiet whimper.

She regained her composure before talking again. “Hey, quit it with that, you know it’s torture for me.”

“So, you want me to stop forever?” I said with a little sass.

“Not in the slightest, but I do want us to go to sleep because I want to be well rested for tomorrow.”

“What happens tomorrow?”

“Lay back down and close your eyes, then I’ll tell you.”

I obeyed her instructions and went back to the position I was in before. She followed suit and laid back down on my chest, but then there was a faint whisper in my ear.

“We should be rested because tomorrow I want to fool around in just about every room of this house.”

I felt myself twitch, there wasn’t any room between our waists so whatever I felt, she felt.

“Seems like you sound of that, want to hear my idea for which rooms?”

I didn’t say anything, all I did was nod in response.

“Good, but before I do, I want to sleep with your hands on my ass so put them there now. Also, I need you to be going to sleep, no opening your eyes or talking and trying to do this early.”

My hands slipped around to her butt and slid under the waistband. I used my palms to press down on either cheek and play with them for a moment before letting myself rest on her.

“Okay you can continue with what you were saying now, I promise I’m trying to sleep.”

She started talking again and it started to make me tired almost immediately. Listening to her groggily whisper into my ear was very relaxing, it was like listening to a bedtime story, albeit a dirty one. I fought falling asleep the entire time but passed out just as she finished her last sentence.

“So, back to fooling around. We have my bedroom of course but I don’t want to start in my bed, I think I want to lay on the dining room table with my legs spread and underwear slid down just enough so you can eat me out for breakfast. Then we’d go to the couch and just have a little fun, there’s a lot we can do with all our clothes on still. Next would be the kitchen, that’s where you’d bend me over the counter, rip my underwear down, and slip your fingers into me before yanking my hair and spanking my ass until it’s red, stinging, I’m begging you to stop. By then we’ll be sweaty enough for a shower, but we’ll stop at the staircase on the way and find something naughty to do there. After the stairs and shower we can do something even naughtier, I’m thinking of going to my parent’s room and giving myself bruises on my knees while I use my mouth on you. Next, we’d go to the guest bedroom and you’ll use a shirt to tie my hands to the headboard and use another one to blindfold me, you’ll slip your fingers back inside me and use your mouth on my boobs to make me shake while I can do absolutely nothing about it. Finally, we’re back to my bedroom and in my bed, that’s where you’ll lay me down and fuck my brains out, over and over again. Every time I’ll beg you to finish in me, but you won’t have a choice because I’ll wrap my legs around you so I can feel you fill me up. We won’t be leaving this bed until it hurts for me to walk, I don’t want to be able to sit down for the next week.”

My eyes stayed closed as I stirred, her last few sentences echoing in my ears. I heard my phone alarm going off which is what must’ve woken me up, reaching to grab my phone I opened my eyes. I was in my apartment, laying on my bed and not hers. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I hadn’t gone crazy, but I didn’t, I was really in my apartment. I finally looked at my phone and the alarm read 7:40 with a note telling me to leave for Caitlyn’s house. After rushing to put my shoes on I picked up my bag, threw it in the truck and rushed to her house, after all she did say 8 sharp and I didn’t want to be late.

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