As the morning passes, I am still waiting for her text. Why won’t she respond like she usually does?
Quick to reply, quick to quip, quick to poke fun. What is the game? I have no choice but to play this cool. It’s now the afternoon and I am still waiting. I take the spare time to study and research: ‘How to properly make her cum.’ Angles, motion, and intensity. I think I have it down. My mouth can do wonders, my hands are quick to explore, but my dick is driving me. I call her, still hard from the porn.
“Hey babe, I thought we were going swimming today? I was hoping to get you wet soon.”
“Why are you waiting then, you were supposed to be here hours ago.”
I quickly rush to put the house together, dog and cat fed and watered, dishes done, laundry put away. I grab my helmet, jacket and gloves; start the bike her warm up before I pin her. A normal 45 minute drive is now cut in half. Weaving in and out of traffic to get to her most prized possession. I arrive downtown and park the bike. She hears me pulling around the corner, but she still waits for my call.
“Babe, I’m here, let me in so we can both cum.”
She arrives in nothing but a towel barley covering her bathing suit, wet from just exiting the pool. She embraces her drenched body against mine. As if she’s trying to dry herself off on me. She takes my hand starts to leads me to her penthouse. While in the elevator, my hands won’t stop. I brush her hair to the side and let my fingers gently slide down the outline of her shoulder, leading to her lower back. Kissing and licking her neck. My hands cupping her buttocks, I cop myself a feel. She’s wet already. I taste her and grunt with excitement.
“I need you now!”
The elevator suddenly opens. My heart stops as another tenet faced us attempting to use the elevator herself. I know she heard us, I can feel it. “Why was that so hot,” She asks. I grab her waist and lead her to the apartment. She’s ready for me now, but teases me instead. Her hands brush the head of my penis. “I want you now, but my friends are waiting downstairs. Let’s start the BBQ and go for a swim?” My hands still wanting to explore, grab her neck with slight pressure, and I lean in to kiss her, “Your friends can wait, I cannot.” She starts to unbuckle my belt, “you want to feel how wet I can get?” My dick is telling me, “she’s about to blow you, stay cool.” She pulls down my pants and tosses me a pair of shorts, “I’ll be downstairs after you change”. She runs out the door with my dick hard as ever. She wants it, but she really wants a big explosion.
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