All afternoon the thought of you has lingered. I find it hard to comprehend the fact that I find you so sexy, so incredible and that for so long I have not been able to touch you.
This inevitably leads me on to fantasising about you instead, about your smile and the look in your eyes.
Do you remember that long evening together, the one that went slowly almost deliciously so. We started in a pub and drank and flirted and drank some more. We leaned closer and closer, our legs touching, our hands trailing over each others knees as nonchalantly as we could manage. We both tried so hard to pretend we weren’t going to end up in bed and that our lips weren’t going to meet and invite our bodies to join together.
As the drinking became more silly and we both joked about how pissed we were, we leaned closer and closer. I told you that I thought you were beautiful and extremely sexy, you said you’d never sleep with me even though you thought I was sex on legs. I knew you were lying, I told you so. You said that you were telling the truth I was sex on legs. I told you I didn’t think that was what you were lying about. You laughed, I love your laugh. You told me off for suggesting you were a tart. You said to me very slowly, ‘I will not sleep with you.’ I giggled at you, oh yeah I said, as I bent forward and kissed you.
Ah that kiss, I can still close my eyes and imagine that kiss, the first one. Your lips slightly parted in surprise as mine met yours. The way you breathed at me, you cheeky bastard, and started kissing me back. They started off as slow, teasing, delicious kisses and became deeper, faster, saucier, fuck me kisses. We didn’t pause, we kissed, we murmured. You asked me what the fuck I thought I was doing as you dived in and out of kisses, your hands exploring my chest, my back and eventually the lump in my trousers. I told you I was kissing you as my hands slid up your legs, past your knees and under your skirt, my fingers teasing their way up your thighs. Your hand gripped my cock through my trousers and squeezed it and then rubbed it. You’re very hard, you told me as we paused a second and then we kissed again, my fingers reaching higher, your legs opening to welcome them as they teased the warm, slightly damp fabric of your knickers. My tongue teases your teeth as my fingers edge against your knickers, I enjoy the murmur that passes from your mouth to mine as a fingertip teases the edge of your knickers and touches the soft, wet and slippery edge of your lips.
Your legs close around my wrist and you pull away from my kisses, your hand still rubbing my throbbing cock. We are in a pub, you tell me. I look around. So we are, I say. We shouldn’t do this, like this, in the pub, you tell me. I don’t see why not, I look at you with eyes I know are flashing. However, we can always go back to my place for some vodka and a film or something, I tell you. A film or something, you reply, your eyes gorgeous, pupils huge. Yeah, I say. My cock throbs in your hand and I know you feel it. You open your legs a fraction and I tease the soft edge of your lips with my finger tip again. You are corrupting me, you tell me. I sure am, I reply. I pull my hand away and reach for my coat. You coming?
I stand without even trying to hide my erection, it is clearly visible against my jeans, I watch you looking at it. You tease me about how turned on I am, I tell you that you love it. I know you well, I know you love to turn people on. We leave hand in hand, arm in arm or arms around each other. I don’t remember now. All I know is we were touching all the way, that the walk was slow in anticipation and then quicker in impatience. We made it to my house somehow, I don’t remember the journey, just you and our occasional kisses and my throbbing cock. That’s all I remember. My house is empty and we come inside. We go to the kitchen, it’s safe. You stand and watch me pour drinks, vodka and lemonade, we kiss and flirt, we both want what is coming but neither of us is rushing it. We go and sit in the front room, on the sofa, watching whatever is on the television. Only I don’t watch it. I watch you and you watch me and we kiss again. Kiss and drink the vodka off each other’s lips.
Our hands explore more now, more urgently. My hands are under your top, touching your bra and yours are taking my t-shirt off. We break for a moment as it comes over my head and I take your top off over yours. I’m not sleeping with you, you tell me. No, I say, of course not. You hit me for my impertinent sarcastic way and then you pull me on top of you, kissing me, your legs slightly parted and your hands on my chest and back. My fingers gently work the clasp of your bra as we kiss, teasing it open, careful not to be clumsy. Your tongue probes my mouth and explores, your hands grip my arse through my jeans and pull it closer to you, my cock rubbing against your tummy and between your legs. As I slip the bra off your shoulders I prop myself up on my arms and look down on you, you look beautiful, your hair messy, your eyes dilated and flashing with horny intent. Your breasts freed and your pink nipples standing tall and erect, your skirt is bunched around your thighs and your thong is visible and at that moment I want to fuck you more and harder than ever before.
While I am propped up your hands reach for my jeans and start to undo my fly, pulling the buttons open and freeing short coated hard on. You shove my jeans down my hips and encourage me to get them off and then we return to kissing your legs entwined with mine, skin on skin everywhere, my nipples brushing yours, lips, tongues, legs, nipples merging with one another. Your hands explore my neck and shoulders and mine tease your skirt and the back of your thighs and your sexy bottom.
II
We pause from kissing for a moment and look at one another. Your cock is so hard, you tell me wriggling underneath me to emphasise the fact. You are right, it is like rock. Every movement of your body makes it ache in pleasure. I don’t want you to think I’m going to sleep with you, just because you’ve got this, you tell me as your hand reaches inside my shorts and grips my cock hard making me moan. Oh God you’re smooth, you whisper in my ear as you stroke it, that makes you a very naughty boy. I giggle at you, I know you love a smooth cock to play with. Your fingers slowly move up and down my cock, wanking me, you smile at every involuntary flinch of my body and every moan from my lips. Oh you like this don’t you, you tease me breathing into my ear, then biting it.
I feel you easing my cock out of my shorts. I want to see this thing, you say to me, freeing it completely. You look down at my body and let a grin play across your lips. Ooh, it’s very hard isn’t it, you say, admiring my smooth, shaved cock. I kneel up and ease my shorts down my legs and then sit on the sofa to look at you. You are still lying down, your skirt is bunched high around your waist and your nipples are erect, standing stiff to attention, like my cock. Your legs are open and I can see your knickers, see them damp, and it turns me on even more to see them. I move a little closer and I can smell the scent of your pussy in the air. I run a hand up your leg and start to slip you out of your skirt. You lift your bum up to help me get it off you and then settle back down, watching me from the edge of the sofa, lying on your back, waiting for my next move. I smile at you, enjoying the view of you almost completely naked. I fancy you, I tell you.
I let my fingers amble slowly up your leg, brushing the softest parts of your skin, teasing you and bringing goose bumps up with my touch. They reach your inner thigh and keep moving up, my body following them, my mouth and lips and then my tongue, making their way up your leg following my fingers. I breathe in the soft scent of your skin as my lips kiss and tease their way up your inner thigh and then I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of your pussy, feeling the warmth even though I’m not quite touching it. The smell is incredible, driving me wild. I move your knickers to one side exposing your wet pussy, making you gasp as I blow on to it. I take a second to gaze at the sight, drinking in the sight of your wet pussy, slippery, wet, swollen. My heart skips a beat as I imagine my face buried in it, my cheeks wet with your juices and my tongue tasting it. Then I move my face forward and gently explore the edge of your lips with my tongue, drinking your juices, lapping it out of you. My tongue slides up and down your wet slit and teases your clit, I drink in your juices, feeling my face get wetter with every lick of my tongue. I feel your fingers move in my hair as I lick you, and I listen to you murmur your pleasure and delight as my tongue and lips explore you. From your muttering and moaning I can tell I am doing the right things so I carry on, teasing your pussy with my tongue and then sliding a finger inside your hole. You gasp as it enters you, reaching for the sensitive parts inside, stroking you as my tongue licks at your clit in matching rhythm. When your fingers grip my hair and I hear you utter fuck, oh fuck I know you’re there. I feel a slight flood of your juices slide out of you and lap them up as you stretch and arch your back. Oh fuck, you say again. I giggle at you as I pull my face away from you, my cheeks slick with your juice, my nose filled with your scent.
You look up at me, your face flushed. Good eh? I ask you, you were ok, you reply. Ok? You cheeky tart, I say as I jump down on you and run my lips into yours. You smell of pussy, you tell me as we kiss again and you lick some of your cum off my lips. Your pussy smells amazing, I tell you. You hold my head and sniff my face a moment, yeah it’s not bad is it. We giggle and kiss and fall off the sofa in a pile of arms and legs and giggling. You find yourself on top of me and from the expression on your face I know you quite like it. Still lying on my top you wriggle your way out of your knickers so our naked bodies lie hip to hip, I pull you up a little higher to kiss you, enjoying the damp warmth now exposed between your legs, feeling it trail against the flat edge of my cock. You move your hips around until your pussy is sitting right on top of my cock, pressing it into the base of my stomach, your warm lips surrounding it, your juice coating it. You slide yourself up and down a bit, letting your pussy tease my cock and letting my cock tease you at the same time. A moan leaves my lips and I want you very badly, you giggle at me. What’s wrong darling? You ask me as you tease me more, moving your weight back and forth, wanking me in delicious fashion. I do like your smooth cock, you say to me as you slide. I grunt a reply. I bet you’d like to fill me up, wouldn’t you, you breathe to me, I grunt another reply. I bet you’d like to fuck me, wouldn’t you, you tell me, my cock throbbing under the deliciousness of your pussy lips. I think I’d better let you hadn’t I? You ask, reaching down between your legs, you pick up my cock in your fingers and slowly guide it inside your pussy. Oh shit, I say as I feel your pussy slide down my cock, Christ, fuck, wow, I say. You giggle at me as you start to rock back and forth on my cock. My moans get louder as you ride me harder, your fingers squeeze my nipples, as you, sitting up, fuck me harder and harder, your fingers teasing your clit at the same time. I lift my mouth to your tits and suck your nipple, while you bring yourself off on your fingers. I feel your pussy twitch as you cum and it’s incredible, it’s enough. I shout out as the wave of pleasure hits me and I cum hard inside you, my cock throbbing and thrusting into you as it shoots it’s cum. God, you say, Fuck, I reply. We cum together in a rush and I collapse backwards while you finish your own orgasm, riding me slowly, easing up as the pleasure rolls of us both.
I look up at you, liking you with the wild hair and flushed skin that orgasms bring out in you. You sit on my cock and look down at me. I like your cock, you tell me. I like your cunt, I tell you in return. I reach for a sip of vodka and look at you. Give me ten minutes, I say, and I want you again. You are amazing.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11jzyw5/all_afternoon_a_mostly_true_story