It was Saturday night. My girlfriend and I were having a small weekend party at the house we rented. People were outside hanging out at the pool and having drinks while the music vibrating in our chests.
We were in the kitchen working together on the food, having drinks of our own as we worked. She was in her bikini, rocking her hips and dancing as we worked and I got a few smacks on her ass in whenever she was turned.
Finally, she turned, looking wild and jumped on me. I caught her with my hands gripping her ass, lifting her higher so she went from her usual five foot to eye level at my 6’2.
She started kissing and biting me. Telling me if I kept teasing her she would have to either handle it herself or start flirting with the guests. I laughed as we were no strangers to having extra people in our bed. But her tone told me she was trying to get a rise out of me. So I pinned her to the kitchen door, and wrapped a hand around her throat. Not yet putting pressure in it. She was smirking.
I asked her if she needed me to fuck her right now where anyone walking in from the pool would find us. She mocked me that I was too chicken shit for anything but smacking her ass.
I squeezed her throat a little tighter and felt her hands reaching for the edge of my swim trunks. I lifted her higher. She growled, squeezing me with her thighs, one hand moving to dig her nails into my shoulder, the other gripping the wrist of the hand around her throat.
I tugged the string of her bikini and pulled the bottom off. I pressed a hand between us, finding her already wet in anticipation. I bent my head and bit her pierced nipple through her bikini top. She gasped and writhed as my fingers slid along her lips and clit then pressed inside her. Her eyes closed and she started to moan.
I pulled away from her thighs, and her eyes flew open, locking on mine. Now she had both hands around my arm, digging her nails in and whimpering as she found herself held against the wall off her feet by only a hand around her throat and the hand that had two fingers inside her. Stroking and pumping her hard. Her face started turning red as her lithe body writhed. I was not gentle. Quickly working as I fingered her. Feeling her juice run down my hand as her pussy began tightening around me. Her nails bit my arm harder. She was trying o gasp and squeal as she came, her knuckles turning white and her eyes starting to roll. She squirted, soaking my hand and stomach and the floor, her legs jerking.
I quickly lowered her to her feet, fingers still in her, hand still around here throat but not as tight. Her hands flew from my arm to my shoulders as she shook and jerked against the wall. Screamed moans came out, almost as loud as the music from the big amps outside. I didn’t stop. My hand went from her throat to her mouth, clamping around it as I kept finger fucking her. She was slamming her back against the door, going onto her tippy toes as her legs shook. Another orgasm ripped through her and I lowered her to the ground, panting, her eyes drunk from the alcohol and back to back orgasms.
I asked her if the took the edge off for her. She nodded, smiling in shock as the color faded from her face. I kissed her, picked her up and set her on the bar stool before washing my hands and returning to the food.
Not long after a guy came in looking for the bathroom. I had just finished cleaning the floor up with a towel while the jalapeño poppers were in the oven. After he walked back out, she grabbed my hand, looked at the timer, and pulled me into the bathroom. She slid her bikini aside, pulled me swim trunks down and told me to fuck her and not pull out.
I obliged. Bending her over the sink. With a hand gripping het hair and one on her hip, I pounded into her still soaked core. We stopped caring if we were loud. She cursed and moaned. I growled and tried to break the counter with her as she held my eyes in the mirror. We came together. Her own orgasm hitting, her walls clenching around me and sending me over the edge.
We cleaned up, went to the kitchen, and I noticed quite the wet spot forming on her bikini. I splashed her with water from the sink and she punched my chest as we continued our evening.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vvy5br/cooking_for_the_party_mf
I think the real question we’re all asking ourselves is how did the jalapeño poppers turn out???