Well, Since We’re Already Here… [FM]

We’re supposed to be going out for one more drink, since it’s only 5 o’clock and technically we both just got done working. However, we’ve been sitting on a patio with cocktails since 3, and just drove back to my neighborhood. I told him I needed to run upstairs to grab something, but really, I wanted to take my panties off under my dress for our last drink out. He’s standing in the small parking lot behind my apartment, waiting for me, smirking.

“Well, since we’re already here?”

“You want to skip the last drink?” I ask, smiling back, waiting just a moment before I open the back gate.

We don’t, we can’t, kiss in public. Probably ever. I know that’s part of this. He follows me upstairs. This is still new, so I nervous chatter at him something about something being a mess in my apartment. I know he doesn’t care.
I grab the last 2 beers out of the fridge. I usually don’t drink at home, but since this has started, I’ve broken almost all of my rules.

Rule #1 was no more married men. Well, here we are.

It only takes him a minute before he kisses me this time. He’s been more nervous in the past, but we’re getting used to each other. Something we both crave and know is going to lead to pain in the future. But that’s not what we’re here for now.

I don’t want to break the kiss. I’m on my tippy toes, trying to keep as much of my body pressed against him as possible, my hands running up his neck into his hair. He’s 6’3 to my 5’5. He makes me feel so small, delicate. I can’t help but let out an almost inaudible moan into his mouth.

He pulls away, “and then you make that noise…” He bends down and softly kisses my neck under my ear. We’re standing in a weird place between my kitchen and bedroom, so he moves to sit on a chair for my kitchen island. We’re face to face now when I stand, still fully clothed, both a little flushed already. We open the beers and we chat a little more about something neither of us cares about.

He kisses me again, this time wrapping his arms across my back, pulling me into him. His hands move to my waist, it feels like they could wrap all the way around it, but they don’t, and instead he hooks his thumbs in the pockets of my dress.

“I like these pockets,” he says in between kisses.

I kiss up his cheek towards his ear, his scruff brushing against my lips, and grab his left hand with my right. I start to guide it under my dress, but he gets the idea and takes over. His fingertips grazing the inside of my thigh. Before he can reach me, I whisper,

“I’m so wet for you.”

He’s teasing my thighs with both hands now, still unaware I’ve removed my panties. I’m almost shaking, as he kisses my neck and finally reaches my bare pussy. I can feel my wetness ready for his fingers. When he touches me for the first time, he kisses me hard, and my knees buckle a little. I want to fuck his hand, I’m so fucking turned on. He obliges and without hesitation slides his middle and ring fingers into me. I pull away from kissing him and look directly into his eyes. Maybe the hottest part of this whole affair is the eye contact while we’re fucking. He keeps his thumb on my clit, while he lets me ride his fingers against his leg.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m so close,” I pant, still looking into his eyes. I want to come, I want him to feel me come.
Instead he pulls his fingers out, and slowly raises them, showing us how much of a mess I’m making. He slips them into my mouth, and lets me suck myself off of them. I’m furious and turned on and I need him to fuck me.

First time trying anything like this, I’ll write more if it seems like people like it. Maybe even if they don’t. I got super wet reliving this and it just happened recently, so hopefully the stories will keep coming…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hpv173/well_since_were_already_here_fm