*Part I is in here from a few weeks ago*
9am on Monday rolled around. I sat at my desk, but I couldn’t keep my mind on work. After the morning I’d had with Tony on Saturday, I hadn’t stopped thinking about him. His spell was strong on me. I just kept flashing back to R-rated images of us fucking. It went by so quickly, but I remembered every detail.
I needed to see Tony again, but I didn’t know how to reach him. Would I have to wait until Friday happy hour again? I could add him on Facebook, but that seemed a little weird. Plus, I didn’t particularly want our relationship, however it was defined, to be known to the public.
My friend Jenn had been the one who connected us, she worked with Tony and had invited me to her work’s happy hour in the first place. How could I casually message her and ask for Tony’s number without tipping her off that we were sleeping together? That was my biggest task of the day.
As I scrolled through my calendar for the week, vaguely putting some effort into possibly having to do work, Jenn popped up in my IM.
JD: Hey, how was the rest of your weekend?
Me: Not too bad, enjoyed the sun. How about you?
JD: Great, I was so hungover on Saturday though. Anyways, I got a message from Tony. He said he had a camera lens you asked about? He asked me to pass on his number to you so you can talk to him directly about it.
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t help lighting up my entire face with a massive smile. Hopefully no one in my office noticed.
I waited until the end of the day to text Tony. Equally to make myself seem like he wasn’t the only thing I could think about, and because I had no idea what to say to him. I drafted and deleted a dozen texts before I landed on a direct, “Hey Tony, glad I ran into you this weekend. Are you free again tomorrow?”
I hit send as I left the office for the day, giddy with excitement to hear back. I hit the gym to burn some of the energy with which I was suddenly overflowing. When I got back to my phone after my bootcamp session I had one new unread message. My stomach fluttered.
“Hey J – I’m glad you ran into me too ? I don’t do weekdays though. Can I take you out on Friday night?”
Friday? How was I supposed to last until Friday? I choked back disappointment and mustered up a short response. “Friday works for me.”
Each night that week I had dreamed the wettest dreams of Tony. I let my mind run loose with the picture I had mentally taken of him wrapped only in a towel. I’d laid in bed masturbating to the thought of tearing off that towel and having my way with him. I was just getting ready for bed when my phone vibrated on Thursday night. Tony was following up.
“I made a dinner reservation for us tomorrow. 8pm, The Temple bar. Looking forward to seeing you.”
The Temple was more upscale than I was expecting, but I was excited to finally have an occasion to wear one of my summer evening dresses out. I had a new satin dress that I’d bought for a friends wedding and only worn that one time. It had dainty periwinkle straps that contrasted my mid-summer tan. Plus, I loved the way my ass filled the fabric, stretching the otherwise perfectly fitted garment and drawing attention to my ripe posterior, especially when I paired it with heels. I had my outfit planned, but after that I had no idea what was in store for the next night.
In an uncharacteristic moment of boldness, I responded with a forward “Can’t wait to see you… naked”
I set the phone back down, but almost immediately it vibrated one last time. Tony had sent me the nude selfie from last week. “So you don’t have to wait ?”.
I grabbed my phone with one hand, eyeing my prize. His selfie showed his chiseled body, neck to thigh, with his nine-inch-tall erect penis bathing in sunlight. I remembered what it felt like to straddle his core between my legs, to grip that perfect package in my delicate hands, to feel the friction of it inside of me. I craved Tony’s juicy dick as I wet my fingers in my mouth, lubricating them to glide across my hungry pussy. I ogled the image of his manhood as I took my time bringing myself up to climax.
Friday couldn’t have gone by any slower, but at 5 I ran out the door of my office, heading home to prepare for the evening. On my walk home I realized that the happy hour group would notice I was missing, would they also notice that Tony was missing? Then I realized that we were going out to dinner in public – what if I saw someone I knew? Tony was clearly 20 years my senior, would that raise flags if they bumped into friends? I started to panic, scenarios racing through my head. Should I cancel? No, it’s a small, intimate establishment with only a dozen or so tables. The chances are too small to run into people I know. Plus, none of my friends even live in his neighbourhood or frequent wine bars.
I got back to my apartment and poured myself a drink to steady my nerves. I hopped in the shower and did a full body exfoliator routine, enjoying feeling my full body between my hands as I rubbed down my legs, stomach, neck, and breasts with sugar scrub. I felt relaxed again. I did my hair and makeup, and slipped into a matching strapless bra and thong under the dress. I couldn’t help but check myself out in my full-length mirror on my way out the door.
At eight sharp I stepped into The Temple. It was an unassuming tapas place with a well curated wine list. Though it was still light out, it was dark inside, lit only with sculptural light fixtures and candles.
I saw Tony look up from a small corner table next to the bar. He beamed at me, revealing well-worn laugh lines. His . He looked irresistible. He stood up cordially as I glided towards him, giddy with excitement. He pulled my chair out for me, and pecked me on the cheek, resting his palm on my bare shoulder. This Friday we didn’t have to pretend to accidentally touch each other or relish every unavoidable graze of our bodies, and it was already a relief.
I don’t know how long we sat across from each other at dinner. Although I desperately wanted to pounce on Tony’s body, his company was too good to deny myself the evening of meandering conversation drenched in wine. I’d never seen him rushed before. This man always had all the time in the world. When our bottle of wine was empty and our plates were cleared, I expected we’d leave for Tony’s place. But he suggested dessert and cocktails. He was drawing out the dinner, forcing me to be on my best behaviour for longer than I could handle. As we shared a chocolate mousse and I sipped an amaretto, I started to feel frisky.
The ambiance of the bar reflected the neighbourhood – established, refined, understated. It made the moment when I decided to catch Tony’s leg between my knees under the table and squeeze hard feel extra naughty. Tony kept his composure as he put down his spoon and leaned forward towards me. I leaned forward as well, exposing my cleavage to his view. Tony smacked his full lips. He examined me up and down with his honey eyes. I licked my bottom lip and leaned back in my chair, still using my inner thigh strength to latch onto his leg for a moment longer, privately making Tony aware of my arousal.
After our meal, we stumbled out into the stale warm summer air. It was dark out now. Both of us were well tipsy and loosened up. Enough so that Tony wrapped one arm around my waist as we headed off in the direction of his apartment where we’d silently agreed was our destination. We weren’t even off the main street yet when he conspicuously grabbed my ass, cupping my plump cheek with his substantial hand. Payback for my impatient leg grab in the bar.
We finally arrived at Tony’s apartment. I resisted the urge to immediately rip his clothes off. Tony had to first attend to his collie Akita. He set the pot lights in the living room to low. I perused his bookshelf for a moment, lingering in the spot where we’d first locked lips, perched on his teak credenza. Tony met me in the living room.
“How are you feeling?” he inquired, wrapping his hands around my shoulders.
“Never been better,” I slurred, drunk on wine and lust. I fiddled with a button on his shirt.
“Do you want to try something different tonight?”
“Anything you want,”
“We’ll have a good time. Trust me,” assured Tony with a salacious sparkle in his eye. He was so charismatic I would have agreed to anything he suggested.
I cocked my head up and puckered my lips. Tony looked down at my body. I felt confident and appealing in my chosen outfit, with the satin catching the light. It highlighted every curve on my body, which didn’t escape Tony’s notice. He planted a dull kiss on my lips, leaving me thirsty for more. Then he guided me to his bedroom, past the loveseat where he’d devoured my pussy less than a week earlier. He was up to something; but I didn’t know what.
I could tell he had already been in the bedroom while I had been preoccupied surveying the neat shelves in his lounge. A fresh candle was lit, and a dim floor lamp had been turned on. A wooden case sat on his bed. Tony flipped the top open to reveal a collection of sex toys. Organic lube, a few butt plugs, a pair of handcuffs, a silicone cock ring, massagers, and a variety of vibrating fake appendages – some of which had such unusual prongs that I had a difficult time imagining which orifice they were even intended for.
“Take your pick. Everything is clean. Anything for you, or me, or we can share.” I approached the box with wide eyes. I’d never used a vibrator, let alone a butt plug before. I cautiously picked up a modest dildo. Tony read my uncertainty.
“Do you need a lesson?” he offered in an amused tone, “or if you prefer, I can choose for you.” Clearly, he was having fun while I was overwhelmed. Tony sat on the edge of the bed, miming picking different toys in an unpretentious, comical manner. I appreciated him for making me feel at ease in his presence. I had looked at sex toys online, but never committed to one. I had no idea where to start.
After a moment, Tony swapped the dildo in my hands for the cock ring with a protruding pyramid. I flashed him a thankful glance. His intuition that I needed guidance was correct. I felt unprepared in his presence, but Tony never made me feel vulnerable. I was thrilled by his prowess.
Confident in his choice, he tucked the box back in its place. The rest of its contents would be for another day. By now I was perched on the large windowsill next to Tony’s bed, admiring his sense of sexual adventure. He set the ring on his bedside table as he approached me, refocusing his attention solely on me.
Tony tenderly leaned in and gave me the proper kiss for which I’d been salivating all night. I gripped his toned forearms to pull my body into his. Our tongues entangled and I felt the shadow of his morning shave scratch my chin when he nibbled my upper lip. His hands traced my figure before wrapping around my shoulders.
“I couldn’t wait to taste you again,” admitted Tony between kisses.
“Oh yeah? Well then why’d you make me wait until tonight?” I chirped back, sticking my tongue out at him.
Tony brushed his lips against mine, pulled at my bottom lip, then answered, “the waiting makes it sweeter. It’s worth it. You’re worth it.” Tony’s smoky voice was low, his tone had shifted from playful to sincere.
Tony burrowed his face in my neck. He left a trail of luscious kisses down my shoulders, across my collarbones, arriving at my breasts. He helped himself to mouthfuls of my delectable tits, at least as much as he could with my clothes still on.
I was already breathing heavily. My slick cunt ached for action. He gently guided me backwards to his bed, positioning one of his knees on the bed and lowering me down on my back.
Tony skillfully slid my dress up over my head in one fell swoop. I unbuckled his belt, and he helped me tug off his pants and briefs off as we made out on the bed. I felt Tony’s bulging erection press up against my stomach. I couldn’t help but glance down and take a peek to see the beautiful appendage out to play.
Tony teased me with his mast. He slid it under my thong strap and rubbed it in long strokes along my already wet clit, pleasing both himself and me. My voice cracked as I let out a breathy gasp, releasing some of the tension Tony was building.
Keeping his length pressed firmly against my folds, I flipped over and pinned Tony down. I straddled him, pleasuring myself by grinding my clit on his package as I unbuttoned his shirt. His exposed core turned me on as much as his manhood did. Tony effortlessly reached behind me and unhooked my bra in one movement. It fell off, allowing my tits to hang above him. He lifted his head and caught my left nipple between his teeth as it swung by his face. His gentle bite and tug sent waves of arousal from nerve endings I didn’t even know I had.
Tony’s hands moved south from my torso to my public bone, inching towards my warmth. My thong was the last article of clothing left on either of us, and Tony banished it quickly. He moved one hand between my legs, feeling out the moist territory. He reached out with the other hand and grabbed the cock ring from the nightstand. Tony rubbed up and down my clit a few times before penetrating me with one finger, then two. His thumb circled my clit as he probed me.
“Mmmmmm” was the only audible sound I could communicate to let Tony know I wanted more. I grabbed his erection with both my hands, feeling his entire body react as I handled his hardon. In steady strokes I reciprocated the luxurious treatment I was simultaneously receiving.
Tony held the cock ring up to my mouth. “It needs to be wet,” he informed me.
I made eyes at Tony as I wrapped my lips around the band of the ring, lubricating it all the way around. I geared down to a one-handed hand job to hold the ring while he guided me how to use it. It was hard to concentrate when he was still fingering me so skillfully.
“Flick the switch,” he instructed. I obliged and it began to vibrate in my fingers, sending a jolt of excitement through me.
“Now slip it on.” Tony let me have total control. From his position under me, he coolly twirled a lock of my hair with the hand that wasn’t actively fucking me.
I fitted the hole all the way to the base of Tony’s erection, with the protruding triangle at the top. His member stiffened so much it felt like warm marble. He inhaled sharply.
Tony slipped his fingers out from me, leaving behind a trail of my juices. He propped himself up on his elbow to bring his face closer to mine. He touched my lips with his sticky fingers covered in my cream, and we both held our breath for a second while I positioned his package between my legs.
My slit was right above his tip. The only sound was the faint hum from the vibrating ring. With my eyes closed, I let my hips drop down, easing Tony’s shaft into me. I broke the silence with an approving moan. I felt his member stretch my insides, my muscles contracting as it fit snugly inside of me. My moan turned to a sharp gasp of delight when the point of the cock ring made contact with my tender clit. I settled in with Tony’s full length inside of me, enjoying this exhilarating dual sensation.
I was melting with pleasure as the vibrating ring tickled my labia and pulsed on my throbbing clit. Tony sat up and gripped my waist. I rocked on his cock, slowly at first, then gaining speed. I rode him energetically from on top, our skin slapping together with every thrust. I ran my hands over his lower abdomen, brushing and tickling him slightly. Each time the tiny vibrator brushed my nub I was one step closer to climax. Tony and I were braced on each other, fully communicating through indecipherable sounds. He grinded upwards from under me each time I slammed down on him, forcing his mast even deeper into me and shaking my unstable body.
Suddenly Tony interrupted our flow, jerking his hips off beat and a saucy grin crossed his face. Tony held eye contact with me as he bucked his hips abruptly, shifting the points of pleasure around on me and making it impossible for me to anticipate when I’d feel him pound me next. I tried to correct him back into a steady rhythm, but Tony overpowered me. He had let me be in charge up until now. But now it was his turn.
Tony leaned into me, grabbed each of my ass cheeks with one of his hands, and lifted me for a moment while he readjusted onto his knees. He set me down again, now underneath him, flipped over backwards from where we began. He kneeled over me, never letting his shaft leave my crevice. From this vantage over me, Tony had full control.
I was trapped in place by Tony’s powerful biceps as he propped himself up with his hands on either side of me. We resumed our rhythm, but with more intensity this time. The harder he thrusted, the deeper he went, the more unintelligible sounds escaped my lips. Tony lowered himself onto his elbows above me, pressing our cores together and squishing my tits against his chest.
Bringing his lips to my ear, Tony whispered “are you ready for more?”
I didn’t need to answer with words, my wild moans were enough to tell him I was euphoric. I was on track to finish any second.
He stopped dead and paused for a moment while we both caught our breath. Tony moved his hands to my ass, grabbing huge handfuls of it. My legs were hooked over his forearms as I lay back, relaxing my head on the bedding.
Tony resumed fucking me at a devilishly slow pace. I squirmed with annoyance under him, but I knew from last week that Tony liked to withhold when it came to orgasms, riling me up more than once to build tension. Tony moved at a glacial pace. His deliberate moves amplified the topography of every millimetre of his package. He was larger and harder than I’d ever imagined possible due to the ring’s effects.
The stagnant pace allowed me to think for a moment, instead of being lost in the rush. I reached between Tony’s legs and palmed his scrotum. I massaged his ball sack with the thick of my hand, eliciting an intense groan from deep within Tony’s body.
“Fuuuckkkk” let out Tony, curling his body helplessly. I’d clearly surprised him with an unexpected twist.
“Mmm, I see you like that,” I teased salaciously.
I gripped harder, somewhat afraid I’d hurt him but also aware that he might like it if I did. I burrowed a finger up behind his testicles and tickled with a “come hither” movement. Tony whimpered. He inhaled through clenched teeth, he was bracing himself trying to regain some semblance of composure. Finally, he exhaled with a low laugh, eyes fixed on me adoringly. I could tell by his chuckle that he was plotting something filthy for next time. I’d found a sweet spot that made him delirious with pleasure, and I couldn’t wait to explore it more.
Suddenly I realized how close I was to finishing. Tony had stopped thrusting, allowing the vibrator to rest on my clit. My muscles tensed in a pre-orgasmic state. Tony took advantage of how wet and tight we were in this moment. He resumed pounding me so hard the entire bed shook. We were both so slick that we glided against each other. My tits bounced wildly as we fucked, holding nothing back. Our simultaneous burst of energy created so much friction that we dripped with sweat. We panted uninhibitedly as Tony madly rammed his massive manhood into me. We both reached our peaks at the same time, entangled in a mess of each others’ bodies.
A tidal wave of pleasure crashed on me as I climaxed. I’d never screamed during sex until that moment, as I let out a screech of joy and pent up release. A cascade of pleasure followed by after shocks pulsed through my body. I soaked in every second of orgasmic bliss, savoring the last moments of Tony’s stiff cock filling me.
Tony embraced my frame between his biceps. He involuntarily flinched and flexed as his orgasm overcame him. I felt Tony’s cum fill me like a cream pastry. The load spilled out onto my outer lips and dribbled down my rear. He collapsed on top of me, I felt his every muscle quiver as he blanketed my body with his. His guttural groans reciprocated my squeals.
Our hearts were beating so fast it looked like we’d just ran a marathon. I buried my face in the space under his chin, feeling our bodies relax together. I could have slid right off Tony’s body, we were so slippery with sweat and nectar.
We basked in the after-sex glow. Tony’s package softened inside of me, and he reached down to turn off the vibrating portion of the ring. We didn’t need that anymore; we were both fully satisfied.
The candlelight shone off our shimmering bodies. We watched the mesmerizing light reflect off our skin together in a hypnotic trance. Neither of us could think, move, talk. We just blended our bodies together in an exhausted steamy mess.
Eventually Tony sat upright, pulling my frame with him. He popped the cock ring off and tossed it in a ceramic bowl on his bedside table. I nestled in between his legs, leaning my back against his abdomen. He was flopped against his headboard. I could have settled in that safe nook between his thighs forever.
I have no idea what time it was or how long we’d been fucking, but eventually our bodies cooled off. Tony intimately traced patterns on my back, legs, and breasts with the tip of his fingers, soothing my skin and gingerly nibbling the back of my neck from time to time. He noticed goosebumps on my arms and my nipples had hardened again. He knew that was his cue to get up.
Tony shifted off the bed. I admired his sturdy build as he parsed through his closet, picking out a linen robe which he offered me. I adored his sense of style and was honoured to wear an article of his clothing. I didn’t want to hide my physique from Tony, but I was shivering. I engulfed myself in the cozy wrap, feeling surprisingly sexy for how oversized the garment was on me. The freshly laundered scent was comforting and made me sleepy.
Tony wandered out to the kitchen, so I freshened up in his ensuite. When I returned to bed, he had thoughtfully placed a cold bottle of Perrier on a stone coaster for me.
He’d turned off the lights except for the candle that was still burning. He sat up in bed with the blankets pulled up to his waist. He lifted the covers, inviting me to lay with him. I undid the tie and the robe dropped to the floor. It had done its job, but now Tony’s body heat under the blankets would keep me warm until morning.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/hbmfti/tonys_place_part_ii_str8_mf_cons_sexual_tension
Mmmm nice!!!