He stares me right in the eye and says, “Well? bump or bulge?” And at the same time I feel his fingertips start to run up my inner thigh. Oh shit!
And I say, stupidly, “Is that all you?”
He answers matter-of-factly, “I think so, you can check if you want.” And I’m dying to! But I can’t tell him that!
But he saves me for the moment with a simple question, “Want another drink?” All the while his fingertips played up and down on my soft smooth skin, about two inches from my pussy. And it’s ten times as erotic because I know he could touch me at any moment, even if he doesn’t.
“N … no. Maybe …” I don’t know how to say it.
“Maybe we should go someplace else?” he asks, with a big smile. “How about my place … or yours?”
“Mine.” It’s just up the hill, and I’ll feel more secure at home. He leaves the tip and we make it out of there in record time. And he leaves his car at the gym. It’s open all night and it’ll never be noticed. We climb in mine and look at each other.
And he hitches himself over as close to me as he can get, with a big smile, and in about two seconds we’re in a clinch that would make a prize fighter proud! His fingers twine through my hair, and in the microsecond before his lips cover mine he says in a throaty whisper, “By the way, I like redheads!”
I whimper as his lips grind against mine, already on fire, and when I feel his tongue touch me, my mouth opens like he had a key, and I suck it in gently. And when I feel his hand on my thigh again I spread my legs and moan. But he’s not an animal, he kisses me like a pro, deep then teasing, then nibbling.
And his hand has a light touch, moving slowly and lightly on my soft inner thigh.
I reach over and find the bulge without any trouble at all, and begin running my hand up and down it. And it’s his turn to moan when I wrap my fingers around and squeeze a little.
Oh my god, it really is as big as I thought! And I groan into his mouth when his fingers suddenly dig into my thigh and his tongue rams deep into my mouth. Oh fuck!
There’s no doubt about what we both want, but this is not the place for it, so with the last ounce of common sense I have left I pull back my hand and gently pull his away. If we had gone any farther I might not be able to drive.
I look at him with a smile, reassuring him, and gasp out, “Only two minutes!” as I start the car. Between him and the drinks I have real trouble driving, especially because he’s running a hand over my hair and one up and down my leg, but outside the skirt now.
But we make it and I pull as close to the house as I can get. When I come around the car he’s waiting but I grab his hand and just about drag him up the walk.
I manage to find the lock and step into the hall in front of him, wandering through the haze of lust where to take him. But he stops me in my tracks when he puts his hands on my waist, touching the bare skin under my top with fire, then presses himself against my back.
I’m already shaking, but I moan and my head goes back when his lips suddenly touch the side of my neck, and I just let myself fall back against him.
His lips leave a wet trail as they slide back, and when he nudges my hair away and gently nips the back of my neck I groan and push against his mouth, my hands grabbing his so he can’t let go. And I feel it! His cock is pressing against my ass! He’s not being nasty about it, but letting me know it’s there, waiting.
Finally he pulls his hands free and they slide slowly up my sides, over the blouse, to my surprise.
But they find what they want, and he cups me, squeezing lightly as he pulls me back even harder. I’m moaning and panting now, and when I turn my head, trying to see him, he kisses me hard, his tongue sliding deep between my lips. Oh god I’m so wet! I can feel something running down my thigh!
He lets me turn around, facing him, and then his hands move quickly back to my waist.
Oh shit! He picks me up, right off the floor, turns and presses my back against the wall! And then he grabs both my hands with his, pushing them as high up on the wall as I can reach and presses against me, our bodies in a tight sandwich.
And now his mouth really goes to work! We kiss again, lips grinding and tongues darting in and out, playing with each other.
But then he kisses my cheek and then, right by my fucking ear! And I almost go into orbit, gasping, moaning and turning my head to the side.
And now his mouth and tongue explore while his hands go to work, sliding down my raised arms, then up and down my sides, grazing my tits but not lingering there, then down and behind me, cupping my ass and pulling me against him and his bulge.
He kisses down from my ear, nipping and licking at my neck, then down the side of my throat, and I push my head back, offering it to him. His lips suck, not too hard, his tongue leaves a wet trail, and his teeth graze playfully, but he doesn’t hurt me or mark me.
He’s just driving me fucking wild, out of my senses! The noises I’m making sound pitiful, even to me, like a lost kitten, needing a home.
His lips move lower, into the vee of my blouse, and his hands start slowly undoing buttons! And it’s taking forever! I wiggle and squirm against the wall, and my nipples are already so fucking hard, jutting out at him through the cloth.
But finally he’s done and parts the material just a bit, then kisses his way down, between my breasts without touching them.
I’m moaning as I lock my fingers into his hair, and I’m so fucking glad I didn’t wear a bra!
When he gets almost to my navel he stops, and his tongue leaves a wet trail back up and he slow pushes the blouse away, exposing me. And without lifting his head, he rubs his cheek against each breast and nuzzles against me. Oh god! My breathing is short and choppy and I’m shaking, head to foot. And my nipples want to explode, aching, they’re so fucking swollen!
And finally, FINALLY! He slowly pulls his head back and looks, just looks. Then his eyes shift to mine and he says, “Ellie, they’re gorgeous! They really are!”
Ohmyfuckinggod! That’s the first really personal, tender thing he’s said to me, and to this 42 year old woman who worries about her body every day it’s like the voice of God! And he reaches out with both hands, covering and squeezing first, then letting his fingers catch the nipples.
His eyes are wide open, staring, and he squeezes, then pulls, stretches and twists. And I’m making soft, gasping moans with every touch!
All I can get out is “Tony!” as I pull him to a breast with both hands, and his wet, warm lips slide gently over the nipple, sucking harder as he takes me deeper into his mouth.
And he moans with pure pleasure as his lips nurse and knead and suck and his tongue swirls slowly round and round. My hands are pulling harder and harder, wanting him to devour me right now, and my legs are shaking like a leaf.
His hand on the other breast is positioned so that he can cup and squeeze me, but his fingers have hold of the nipple, teasing it constantly. And he begins to torture me, his teeth grazing the tender bud over and over. Then they suddenly lock around the base, and I gasp as he pulls back, stretching me! Oh fuck!