She was the icing on the birthday cake [MF]

The birthday party had been over for just under an hour, and my three-year-old was fast asleep. He and his friend started watching a movie and passed right out after the chaos of the birthday party.

The boy’s mom, on the other hand, was sitting in my living room pissed off at her husband.

“I’m so sorry,” said Meghan. “I don’t know where he is.”

Meghan and her son, who was fast asleep in my bedroom beside my son, had been stranded at my house since the party ended. She was a bit of a hot mess, always stressed out or hung over. She was a good five or six years younger than me, and still enjoyed a night life. She was covered in tattoos and was usually dressed for, well, you know.

I was being very helpful, maybe even too helpful. I offered to drive her home after the kids woke up.

She was sitting beside me on the couch and was leaning forward to pretend to interested in the news. I had a great view of the frilly top of her boy-brief panties and her scoop-top T-shirt wasn’t hiding a lot, either.

She must have known what was going on. I’m no porn star, but there isn’t a pair of jeans that can hide my bulge when it is in full bloom. When I turned to talk to her, I noticed a small Japanese symbol tattooed behind her right ear. Bravely, I brushed back a small strand of hair to see it more clearly.

Rather than jump at my touch, she craned her neck towards me, giving me a better view of the tattoo. She closed her eyes and gave her lips a subtle lick.

I ran the back of my finger against the soft skin, applying a little pressure as she leaned further in. Then, without thinking, I cupped her neck with my hand and pulled her to me.

Rather than resist, her lips sought me out, hungrily caressing my mouth and coming back for more again and again.
I slid my other hand across her jaw, ever so slightly, and she melted into my chest. Her bosom pushed against me, grating into my chest as she started kissing up and down behind
my ear.

‘Oh, God,’ she moaned when my hand slid down to press her thigh. I slowly rubbed my palm up her rib cage, lifting her shirt up to her breast and engulfing her small, tight breasts with my warm trembling hand.

She moaned again, then began clawing at my belt, lustily unbuckling it and peeling my jeans back. It didn’t take much for my cock to spring free, jumping out of my briefs to greet her cold fingertips.

I gasped when she seized it, and she ran her thumb slowly across the very tip, moistening it and squeezing the skin downward.

Meanwhile, I had her top off and was kissing wildly at her chest. I had pulled her bra out of the way and worked her jeans down to where I could wake her thigh with my fingers. She put her knees together and quickly slid her jeans down, freeing one leg but leaving the pants dangling off her other ankle.
She pushed me back into a sitting position and knelt in front of me. Now she had both hands working my piston and had added some lubrication as she worked a wet tongue over the head.

I ran my fingernails with precise pressure against her scalp, eliciting a heavy breath. She had her hands enveloping me, her tongue slowly lapping away at the underside of my erection. I was going crazy with inaction and slid to the floor on my back.

Getting my meaning, she turned, offering up her damp panties to my agape mouth. I craved every item on that menu, but started at the top and worked my way lower and deeper with long measured strokes. My tongue had her panting, her hips pushing down hard on my face. She began pumping up and down on top of my mouth. She moved in chaotic circles and thrusts, pounding her wet, heavy crotch down deeper and deeper, all the while grunting with each lick. I was loving it as I eagerly embraced every movement.

While I went to work, she continued to ravage my centre with abandon. I would have surely exploded except for my single-minded focus on pleasuring her with powerful, deep licks from my tongue.

Finally, sensing I was ready, she removed herself from the inverted position and removed her drenched underwear. She mounted me, rising up above me like the dancing flames of an inferno. I felt her — warm, wet and wonderful — as she methodically worked me deep inside. I pushed my hips skyward, deep within her. She tensed at that precise moment, squeezing me shut inside her. It snatched me up in a wave of ecstasy and I nearly shouted with excruciating pleasure.

She leaned her palms against my chest and I began a staccato beat against her wetness. As I pounded away, she moved her hips back and forth slowly, producing a cacophony of rhythm and motion. Over our hot, heavy breathing I could hear the iPad speaker and over that, I could hear the sound of our bodies colliding. It was a clumsy, wet sound punctuated by an occasional moan.

I set my hands on her bare hips and pulled her onto me with each long thrust of my hips. Hard as a rock, I buried myself deep inside with each pull and drew out my full length on each exhale.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ she wailed. ‘Oh fuck, oh God.’

It was like a crowd cheering on a gladiator in combat. Each word energized me, spurring me on and on.
She leaned back, swaying as she arched her back. She released her full weight on to me, and I met it by hoisting her into the air with my thighs. I sped up, and she bounced on my hips, wailing sweet approval into the air.

That did it. We both convulsed as an erotic electric shock fired through me into her. She jerked, a brief spasm caught her before she collapsed on top of me. Her sensual grace note trickled down my leg, a warm thank you for a hard day’s work.

We exchanged a few short kisses before ashamedly rising up and getting dressed. It was only a few minutes after that we woke the kids up and I drove her home.

She walked to her door, stopped, ran back to me and asked if the kids would like a playdate next week.

I told her I was looking forward to it.

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