Beyond the window, the city was dark, drab and cold. On the other side, inside the restaurant, neither of them spared it a glance. After so many years — years filled with children and burn-out and sickness and therapy — after all this time, they finally had an evening to themselves. Both of them had spent a lot of time choosing their outfits, so that when they got together in the living room, ready to go out, there had been two open mouths and a stunned silence. Then they kissed, with a fire that had seemed all but extinguished only months earlier. Now, though, it was hot enough that they almost canceled their plans for the evening. He had a hand inside her low-cut dress, her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and his other hand on her ass, pulling her into him. She pulled on his hair, panting into his ear in between little nibbles, letting her other hand wander lower.
“No.” He said it softly, pulling back, but letting his hand rest on her breast. “No, let’s do it properly.”
She smiled, squeezing him through his pants. “This does raise my expectations.”
Smiling he removed his hand from her dress and pulled her in close for a kiss. This kiss burned with a gentler, tender flame.
“Don’t worry,” he finally said, “we’ll be great.”
***
Dinner had been delicious and the wine had them slightly buzzed. The tension from that first kiss hung over the entire evening. Every light touch of their hands, every time her foot left her stiletto to graze his calf, their eyes were drawn together, their hunger for one another as clear as could be. But they waited, reveling in the fire that burned within them.
“Do you know what you want for dessert?” His question was innocent enough. His intent was not.
“I do. But first I want the crème brûlée.”
The low chuckle he gave sent a tingle through her spine. He leaned over the table and she offered him her ear.
“Go to the bathroom, take off your panties and give them to me.”
Her eyes went wide and she sucked in a breath. Her arousal suddenly had to contend with her anxiety. This wasn’t something she had ever done before, not even remotely. All the things that might go wrong started going through her mind. She turned her head slightly to look at him. If he had looked unsure or startled himself, she was sure their night would have ended then and there. But instead, as she was caught by his dark, twinkling eyes, a cocky smile played on his lips. Then he said what might have been the only thing that would have worked at that moment.
“Trust me.”
Without another word, she turned and went towards the bathroom, a fluttering in her stomach and a throbbing underneath. The fear she felt moments ago now added fuel to the fire. But still she hurried along, not wanting to run the risk of thinking too hard about this. Trust him.
Inside the stall, she hiked up her dress a little and peeled off the thin, barely-there panties she had chosen for tonight. The wet spot held her gaze and before she realized what she was doing, she brought the panties to her face and smelled herself. The scent was not at all familiar, not anymore, but it was intoxicating. With a start, she jerked her hand away. A moment passed as everything sunk in. Then, shaking her head, she smiled. He clearly had a plan, and she trusted him. And if she was honest with herself, it turned her on immensely.
She stood up, pulled her dress down over her bare pussy and looked around for her handbag. When she realized she had left it at the table, she gave a small chuckle and clutched her panties tightly.
He watched her as she approached, his eyes traveling up and down her body. She held out her hand when she came to the table, but he tapped the table with a single finger. She looked around quickly, then placed her panties in front of him. She didn’t move as he picked them up and brought them to his face. Her heartbeat quickened and she sucked in a breath. A small part of her wanted to laugh at the fact that he was mimicking her without knowing it, but she managed to keep it to a sultry smile. Looking at her, he breathed her in deeply. His desire was almost palpable.
“Lovely. Come, sit,” he said, putting the panties in his jacket pocket.
It wasn’t an order, but it felt like more than a suggestion. She decided she liked it. A waiter came by a few moments later and set down a crème brûlée in front of each of them. They ate in silence. It was great, she was sure, but she barely tasted it, her mind already on what came after.
“We’ll walk home,” he said after signaling the waiter for the check, “if that’s alright?”
It wasn’t alright. She couldn’t walk more than a few dozen steps at a time in her stilettos. But before her disappointment could deflate her arousal, he opened the shoulder bag he had insisted on bringing and pulled out her white sneakers. She was equal parts amazed at his foresight and aroused at the fact that he clearly had a plan.
“These will look terrible under this dress.”
His only response was a sly smile. He paid while she changed into her sneakers. The maître d’ helped them with their long winter coats and then, finally, they were outside, alone.
“This way,” he said, placing a hand on the small of her back.
She hooked her arm in his and allowed herself to be led down the dimly lit street. He caressed her ever so slightly, his hand moving in small circles on her back, the pressure never easing up. Neither did the pressure inside of her.
She noticed they were heading for the small park. It was arguably the quickest way home, but not by much. By herself, she never would have considered it an option. But now, with him and his plan, she felt a delicious thrill. From the corner of her eye, she saw him looking at her from time to time, a small smile barely visible on his lips. Despite the cold night air, she could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks and down her chest.
They walked into the park without a moment’s hesitation. Two turns down the path and they stopped in the shadows cast by the lanterns that stood too far apart, invisible to the city. He pulled her into him with force and kissed her, hungrily, violently. His hands undid the belt on her coat and found their way under her dress. She answered his kiss with equal vigor and her hands mirrored his, wandering over his stomach and his ass. Her ass was spread apart, fingers digging into her flesh, and she moaned into his mouth. Quickly, before it became too hard, she opened his belt, unzipped his pants and reached into his boxers. His cock, as hard as it had ever been, felt almost scalding to the touch in the cold night air.
He broke the kiss and placed two fingers against her lips. She sucked on them greedily, stroking him in the same rhythm. His other hand squeezed her ass harder, letting her know everything she needed. His saliva covered fingers touched her pussy and she nearly came. He held her close as her knees buckled. When he slipped inside of her, she gripped his cock hard and they moaned in unison. They had barely begun, but already she felt the pressure inside of her reaching breaking point. The heavy breathing in her ear told her he was close as well.
His fingers knew exactly where to stroke her and she started shaking. Her legs couldn’t support her weight anymore; he held her up by the hand on her ass and the fingers in her pussy. She stroked him without thought as she pressed her mouth into his chest to stifle a scream. Her orgasm shuddered through her body. Only when she felt the heat of his cum on the inside of her thigh did she register his groan. Entwined and panting, they stayed like that for a while, coming down from their climaxes.
He gently removed his fingers from her and hugged her tight. She breathed deeply. Finally he pulled back a bit, took a tissue from inside his jacket and knelt down in front of her. With a tender touch, he removed his semen from her leg. Then he stood back up and kissed her with a passion that surprised her, so soon after his orgasm.
“Come,” he said, “let’s get home.”
They started walking again.
“We’re not done yet,” he added, and her swollen lips throbbed.
***
He opened the door for her and she walked a few steps inside before dropping her coat to the floor. She didn’t need to look at him to know he was eyeing her greedily.
“Go to the kitchen.” His voice was low and hungry.
She had to force herself not to hurry, to walk step by step, to feel him so close behind her. His words still gave her goosebumps. They weren’t done yet.
Once she crossed the threshold to the kitchen, his hand was suddenly on her back. With a touch that was light, but compelling, he brought her to the counter and bent her over. She rested her cheek against the cool marble and placed her palms flat on either side. His hands felt their way up her legs, forcing them apart with the same gentle touch that she could only obey. As he crept higher, her dress slid up, slowly exposing her to him. His breath was hot on her skin.
“You look delicious,” he said, her ass bare in front of him.
Starting just above her knee, he kissed, licked and nibbled his way up again. Her pussy throbbed; from earlier, from his touch now, but mostly from the anticipation. She desperately wanted him inside of her and let out a moan, as much from the thought of his cock pressed up against her as from his tongue now tantalizingly close to her pussy. When she tried to shift her hips, to get him nearer to the fire burning within her, his hands landed on her ass with a loud smack and held her in place.
“Stay still.”
He started on her other leg, taking his time with every inch of her flesh. She tried to focus on her breathing and clenched her fists. But when his tongue once again traced the tender skin around her pussy, her legs started shaking and another low moan escaped her lips. He rose and bent over her, her pussy still untouched.
“Tell me what you want.”
Her answer was without thought.
“Touch me.”
A hard slap landed on her ass.
“Like that?” His question was accompanied by another slap.
She couldn’t help but squirm, as the spanking did nothing to release the pressure building inside of her.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
His weight disappeared from her back. The next instant she felt his tongue against her clit; heavy, broad and heavenly. Slowly, ever so slowly, it moved upward, pressing into her pussy. She let out a drawn-out, guttural groan. Her whole body shook as his tongue moved higher. When he touched her asshole, she was sure she was about to burst. Then, suddenly, his tongue left her and she felt him against her, hot and hard.
“Is this what you want?” His low growl dripped with lust.
“Yes! Yes, ple- Ah!”
With a single thrust he entered her completely, his hips smashing into her ass. Starting with measured strokes, slow and deep, he wove a hand into her hair and pulled her up from the counter. She could feel him even deeper inside of her. His other hand found its way to her breast as he increased his pace, until he was fucking her with wild abandon. Short grunts and breathless moans almost drowned out the sound of flesh on flesh.
She couldn’t tell how long he took her like that, lost in the pleasure as the pressure inside of her built ever higher. Every nerve overtaken, her mind blanked and she screamed. He held her in place on his cock, throbbing violently inside of her before he came, shuddering and groaning. Together they collapsed onto the counter.
They lay there, breathing heavily, dripping, his cock still inside of her. After a few minutes, she turned her head and kissed him.
“Happy anniversary, love. Let’s go take a shower.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i499tv/happy_anniversary_mf
very pretty girl indeed