It had been a week since I’d woken with Charles in my bed. Paul’s birthday had been and gone, the house inundated with friends and family, barely giving me a chance to breathe let alone steal a few moments with Charles. It had been 7 days since I’d felt his hands caress the curves of my body as we got dressed. Soft kisses and sweet nothings traded between. It had been 168 hours since he left my bedroom with a smile.
I’d spent a lot of that time remembering the hours we spent together, replaying them in my head, the ache between legs growing until I had no choice but give in and give myself some relief. Evenings spent texting him, every notification of my phone sending a tingle through my body in anticipation of it being him.
I suppressed the guilt, holding it down with rationalisations and excuses. I knew I was infatuated with him, in lust with him and I didn’t care. I’d spent a week with my nerves on fire, my throbbing pussy almost permanently wet. I couldn’t remember ever being this horny before.
So here I was, sat in a taxi, thighs clamped tight together, trying to dampen my passion because I was about to attend a dinner party hosted by Charles parents. His parents, my friends Susan and Rob. They could not find out that I had intimate carnal knowledge of their son. I paid the driver and got out of the taxi. Rob already had the door open for me, Susan handing me a glass of wine as we made small talk waiting for the other guests to arrive. I smelt him before I saw him, my body reacting with a flush of desire.
“Hello there Mrs Taylor.”
“Charles,” I replied with a gasp “What are you doing here?”
He replaced my empty glass with a full one.
“Entertaining my mothers guests.”
I took a sip of wine, restraining the urge to pin him to the wall and racist him right there. He looked good in his shirt and trousers. I felt my pulse race, my pussy damp with desire. Charles leaned closer to whisper in my ear.
“I’ve been thinking about you Lisa. When mum told me you’d be here, I came home just to see you.”
He was close enough for me to be able to feel his breath against my ear, my neck. I felt myself react to him again. My nipples tightened, stiffening inside my bra. I put my hand on his chest, pushing him back, I could almost see sparks jumping from my fingers where they touched him.
The call for dinner saved me from anything else. I composed myself as I sat at the table. Charles pulled out a chair and sat on left side. I was introducing myself to the woman on my right when I felt his hand on my thigh. I had to take another sip of my wine to struggle my gasp, choking a a little as his fingertips slid under the hem of my dress.
He teased me mercilessly throughout the first course, his hand an almost constant presence on my thigh, his fingers sliding between my legs as I spread them for him. My dress riding higher as he explored further. I attempted to join in the conversation around the table, but my mind was on other things. Enough was enough, it was time to turn the tables.
I excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom. I quickly stripped out of my panties and cleaned myself up a little. I rolled my panties into a small ball and headed back to the table. I sat down and intercepted Charles’ hand, depositing the small wet bundle of lace in his lap. His breath caught as he looked down and realised what it was.
The rest of the meal passed in a blur, Charles and I fondling each other under the table. His fingers almost permanently pressed in between my legs, mine constantly rubbing and squeezing his bulging cock through his trousers. The wine was flowing and I was drinking too much, getting carried away in the moment. Before I knew it the meal was over and Charles was offering to drive me home.
I said my goodbyes to Susan, thanking her for letting me borrow her son to take me home. Charles had barely pulled away when I reached over to unzip his trousers and free his erection. He drove as I pumped my hand up and down, enjoying the feel of his rock hard cock. I lowered my head into his lap, taking him into my mouth, my lips and fingers working together to make him moan. I felt the car stop, looking up surprised that I was home already.
Charles tucked his cock back inside his trousers, he got out the car and came round to open my door and help me out. He followed me in the front door, I turned and pinned him against the wall. My lips finding his, my mouth open to accept his tongue. My fingers working at his buttons, his hands sliding my dress up. His fingers finding and gripping my ass. I undid his belt and his trousers dropped to his knees.
He turned us so that bum back was against the wall, my hand gripping his thick cock as he lifted me up. My legs went round his waist , I guided his cock inside my desperate pussy. Breaking the kiss, I came up for air. Moaning as he lowered me, impaling me slowly. I was so worked up from the teasing we’d been doing all evening that I came even before he was fully inside me. A rush of wetness flooding my pussy even as a flush of heat flooded my body. I bit his neck to mute my cries.
Charles thrust up into me, once, twice, three times before he came as well. His cock throbbing in me as I felt him cum, my pussy clamping around him as I came again, less than thirty seconds after my first time. He let me down to the ground and pulled his trousers back up. My arms circled his neck as he lifted me up and carried me up to my bedroom. We fell onto the bed breathless with laughter. I stripped my dress off and rolled onto my hands and knees. I could feel his cum dripping out of me. I wiggled my hips, my ass in the air, my pussy open and inviting.
Charles shed his clothes in a flash. He knelt behind me and entered me easily. He reached under me to grasp a breast as he started to thrust. Pushing my hips back to meet him, we found a quick rhythm. I buried my face in my pillow as I encouraged him to go harder. My pleasure building rapidly as he pounded his hard thick cock into my dripping pussy. His hand on my ass, his thumb edging brown the centre of my ass cheeks till I felt it pushing against my asshole.
I found my clit with my fingers and lost myself to the world. The only things left were his hand squeezing my breast, his thumb probing my asshole, my fingers blurring on my clit, his cock pounding deep into me. Spreading me, filling me, opening me up to new pleasures. I bit the pillow hard as I orgasmed. My body shutting down for a moment or two as every muscled burst in a firework of ecstasy. I was a puddle of pleasure on the bed. Charles had moved to spoon me from behind. His hand on my hip, his lips on my neck as he whispered my name.
“Lisa… Lisa…”
I turned my head and kissed him back. My memory coming back to me. I tried to hide my excitement as I asked him a question.
“Your thumb… my ass… is that something you want to try?”
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