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*Some Time Later….*
I finish touching up my lipstick in the bathroom mirror and run a hand over my figure. I don’t know how you talked me into wearing this dress, it barely covers my ass, but I guess that was the point. I bend slightly and admire myself in the mirror for another second before walking back out into the bar.
You’re seated in the corner by the large window, flicking through sports scores on your phone when I rejoin you. You look at me as I slide into the booth, wincing as I sit, and already there’s a wicked smirk playing on your lips.
*Here we go,* I smile back, sliding my hand up your thigh. You wrap an arm around my shoulders and put your lips to my ear, “I’d love your panties in my pocket by the time our waitress comes back with the wine.”
My eyes widen, but I take a sip of water, “as you wish, but I *just* came from the bathroom. You should have said something while I was touching up my lipstick.” I pout at you, batting my eyelashes.
Your smirk widens, “No, I think you misunderstood. You’re to take them off without leaving the table. Easy, right?” To emphasize your point, your hand slides up my thigh, brushing dangerously close to my pussy. You give my thigh a squeeze for good measure and continue to watch my face.
I don’t meet your gaze, instead I watch the bar curiously, looking for our waitress. Currently, she was across the bar, assembling a tray, most likely to bring to our table. There was already a bucket of ice and bottle of wine on the tray. My gaze flickers from the waitress, eyeing the group sitting on the couches, drinking, laughing and otherwise paying us no mind. A cool breeze from the window plays with my hair and I look back at you, smiling pleasantly.
“And if I don’t?”
“You really want to find out?” The question hangs in the air between us.
*No, I don’t actually want to find out.* I hold your gaze and hook my fingers under my panties, sliding them off with as minimal movement as I can manage. With my panties at my knees, I am even more acutely aware of everyone around us. *If someone were to see…* I feel that familiar warmth, like when your fingers graze at my thighs or whenever you wink at me. This act, while incredibly lewd, is arousing. I lean forward and feign like I had dropped something, grabbing my panties from around my ankle. They are wet from my arousal and I can smell myself on them.
I slide the panties in your pocket and resume leaning against you. You kiss my temple, murmuring in my ear, “that’s what I thought.” You take my hand, inhaling it softly with a groan, but you maintain your composure.
The waitress walks over shortly after, setting the bucket in the table, followed by our glasses. She pops the cork on the bottle and pours our first glasses before smiling amicably and walking away.
You bring the wine to your lips, taking a drink and watch me as I do the same. I lean back against the booth, watching the people around us. They are completely oblivious to what’s unfolding between us.
You slip your free hand from around my shoulders and drop it to the top of my thigh, rubbing it. You walk your fingers to just the hem of this ungodly short dress and then rub down my inner thigh.
I set the wine glass down on the table, my hand trembling slightly. I angle my body facing you and spread my legs under the table, quirking an eyebrow at you. Without breaking eye contact, I slide my hand up your thigh, mimicking your actions and give your thigh a squeeze.
“How do you like the wine?” You gesture at my glass on the table, “you’ve barely touched it.”
“It’s definitely different,” I smile, maintaining my hand on your thigh.
You shrug, but while holding my gaze, move my hand over your cock, “I find red blends to be a little more forgiving than regular reds.” You raise your eyebrow at me, lips curling into a grin while you take a sip of your wine.
Unphased, I stroke your cock through the fabric of your trousers, it already straining to be free. I pick the wine glass up with my free hand and wink at you, “Well you know I do love a good white, but this is perfect for the moment.”
When you finish your glass, you place the glass on the table and slide your hand up my thigh. I spread my thighs for you, deliciously aroused at this point at the prospect of what’s to come. But before you can continue, the waitress stops back, “no rush. Thanks!” She sets the check down and takes our glasses and the wine, walking away.
As she walks away, you lean in, your lips against my ear, “how close to cumming are you?” Your fingertips faintly slip against my lips and there is honey on my thighs from our back and forth.
“I mean, I couldn’t here,” I stammer, trying not to focus on your finger drawing down my inner thigh.
“No?”
You trace your fingers over my pussy lips, pressing into me and I bite my lip, leaning against your shoulder. Heat floods my face and I know if I stop biting my lip, I’ll moan aloud. “Please not here,” I moan against your shoulder, barely raising my eyes to meet yours. “You know you’d have so much more fun if you took me where I can moan loudly and you can have me without restraint.”
The bar has started to empty out and candles on the tables flicker, nobody is paying us any mind. You curl a second finger in me, and after they are surely thoroughly coated with my honey, you withdraw them and bring them to your lips, tasting me. “As you wish darling.”
I have a drink of water, trying to cool my cheeks in the process. This does nothing for me as I was very close to cumming before I stopped you.
The waitress comes back to collect the check and we both insist that we don’t need change as we leave.
It is a short walk back to the hotel and I have taken my shoes off as we walk, your hand gently at my hip. We can barely contain ourselves as we enter the elevator up to the room. We share a passionate kiss, my hand cupping your cheek, my arm resting on your shoulder. You’ve got your thigh between mine and you rub my clit with your thumb. Blessedly, and not, it is a quick elevator ride and the doors slide open on our floor.
Your hand slides to my ass as we’re walking down the hall and we start making out again against the door. I fumble with our room key, too distracted with lust that you have been cultivating in me all night. Finally, I get the door open and we stumble in to the room, tangled together.
We completely pass the bed and I perch on the desk, spreading my legs for you. The hem of the dress rides up, but I pay it no mind. I lean back and rub my clit, slowly, holding your gaze as you watch me. My cheeks are on fire and I bite my lip enticingly, “come fuck me, please.”
You step closer to me, unbuttoning your pants, unzipping them so slowly and I growl,
moving to rush you by putting my hands on your hips, but you step back. I lose my balance stumbling, but you catch with an arm around my waist and quickly give me two rapt smacks on my already bruised ass.
I cry out sharply and when I straighten, you’re grinning at me, like a teacher chastising a student, “patience, Kisunya.”
“You know I don’t have any in regards to you!”
“Then allow me to teach you some.”
You lean into me and I reflectively take a step back, my thighs against the table. You take a step forward, closing the gap between us. I sit on the table (in retrospect, probably not my wisest idea), and you take another step, parting my thighs, standing between them.
I glance at you with an eyebrow raised, but you don’t say anything. You put your hand under my chin and kiss me deeply, throwing me off guard. I lean into you, reciprocating your passion, your previous threat all but forgotten. While we kiss, you caress along my arms, moving to hold my hands. I think nothing of it, leaning back as you lean into me, but you have other ideas. You manage to snare both of my wrists over my head and look me in the eye with that smirk dancing on your lips.
Your trail your free hand up and down my body, stopping at first to pay attention to my breasts. You squeeze one and judging by the look on your face, aren’t pleased with the effect it has on me, so you move your hand to my thighs.
I wiggle in your grasp, but your grip is firm around my wrists. “What’re you playing at,” I hiss trying to ignore how aroused I am. My legs are forced apart because of your current stance and being so vulnerable to your whims makes my head swim. I lean forward as much as my body will allow and you are just out of reach, still smirking at me.
Without breaking eye contact, your hand slowly rubs my thigh again, this time you don’t stop and you rub my clit with your thumb. You do so agonizingly slowly and my poor bud aches at your ministrations. I look away from you, hanging my head and biting my lip. I twitch my hips, trying to move against your hand and you stop. When I stop trying to move, you resume touching me, this time you push two fingers into my soaking pussy. “How’s that feel?”
*Like I need your cock,* I can barely think straight, let alone speak, but I raise my gaze to meet yours. Your eyes are full of lust and mischief and I moan when you rub your thumb over my clit while pushing your fingers in me. “It would be better if I could touch you.”
“That’s rough,” your lips are so close to mine and for a moment I think that you are going to kiss me, but instead you brush past my lips and bite that spot on my neck that you know drives me wild. Even though there is already a bruise forming there from earlier, the pleasure outweighs the pain and I writhe in your grip, moaning loudly.
“Please, fuck, please -”
I break off in a sharp moan because I’m so close to cumming. Your pace is such that you’re holding me at the edge intentionally. You move to kiss my neck and I willingly tilt my head, baring it to you, praying the pleasure will be just enough to put me over the edge. You kiss your way to just under my jaw and then release me while stepping back from me. When I look at you, I know my features are devoured by an all encompassing need and I know you see it too. For a moment, you stand there, probably reveling in my need, biting your lip as you do.
I can barely utter a curse at you before you close the distance between us, kissing me passionately again. You use your free hand to push your pants off your hips and I help you, moaning against your lips the entire time. You kick your pants and your boxers off and pull your fingers out of me. I start to protest, but you replace your fingers with your cock, and I gasp a moan, wrapping my legs around you.
It doesn’t take long for me to be so close to cumming. When I do, I brace my nails against your back, my moans muffled by your lips on mine. Soon, I’m back at the edge again and I am matching your rhythm. “Cum with me,” I gasp, “Please!”
You groan, spurred on by my pleading, moving faster and fucking me harder. My fingers slip against your back and when you cum, you do so with a snarl against my lips. You don’t stop moving though and soon, I cum with you and you groan again as my pussy clenches down on your cock.
We both still, I untangle my legs from around you and lean back, propping myself up on my elbows. You lean against me, kissing my shoulder and I splay my fingers through your hair, catching my breath.
“That was great -,” you start to speak, but I cut you off.
“Do you want a cigarette? I *need* one after that.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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Ohai! Ya made it down here.
Sorry this was so long! I was rolling with a couple of ideas and instead of keeping it to my usual one idea a story, I let em both ride.
Anywho – feedback is always welcome.
As are any ideas you may have!
Cheers!
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You’ve outdone yourself again, these just keep getting better and better :)