A random night out. My girls and I were getting ready in my prostrate. We arrived at the club and made a grand entrance. You turned around the same instant and our eyes met.

The sheer voltage of the spark that erupted between us could ability up a small town. I smiled at you, the type of smiling that you'd say thawing you. You smiled back, checking me out from my head, through my corset enhanced curve ball and tailor trousers, to the bakshish of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a upsurge of alfa male pride that this gorgeous little thing is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jeans and fun buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my hips. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could make it'I said casually, but you could see the devils dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. Alcohol and dancing, we all tried to make the unspoilt of it.
You and I however gravitated all Nox towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowded bar, waiting to order your cocktail, with your helping hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hand on you squeezing your member through your dungaree. The latent hostility was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the night I texted you to scream it a night and receive me in my situation in 10min. I said my goodby and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is subject and you should just come in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the flat, it was lit only by a one lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the shower bath running. You walked towards the lav threshold and opened it slowly. The entire place was full phase of the moon of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a special invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible deuce'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same place, the same time. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our optic on the sight of our naked bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to make a movement, to spoil the instant. I broke the stalemate, took your deal and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one medal and rested the other on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep sigh and put your other hand around my waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a patch, waiting for the reality of the situation to sink in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your fountainhead caressing your neck and berm. You looked down on me, your eyes darkened with desire. You touched the slope of my case with your hired hand, your thumb sliding over my small lip. The one you 'd have intercourse to bite. I pressed my dead body against yours, feeling your erection. It was so good to be able to feel you, no jackets, shirts or blouses between us. Just peel to skin. Your hands started moving exploring my back, waist and hips. I placed a soft osculation on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your bureau. Your palms cupped my bosom and my nails dug into your second joint. I heard you growl and you whispered in my ear 'Vous êtes si belle ... Ma chéri'.

You lifted me in your arms and carried me over to the bedroom. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your hand and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to feel the weightiness of your body on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to demolish me with one hand was a turn on. We rolled in the sheets and now I was on top. I straightened my back and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my hips and trying to labour me onto your big, hard dick. I swayed my pelvis and told you in stern vocalism to let go. Your hands fell limp. I laughed and said that I liked when you obeyed me so eagerly. And that obeisance is always rewarded.

I kissed you, but did n't contain at the rim. I moved down, slowly, covering your body with carnal kisses, biting all the sensible floater on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with slight apprehension. I got back to the bed and asked you again, very seriously 'do you feel safe ?'.'I do ... with you'you said. I placed the blindfold on your eyes and told you to sit on the edge of the bed. I took your mitt and guided you to the precise spot. I told you to place your hand back for support and persist like that no topic what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your face, my lips chasing my finger's breadth, going down ... down ... I spread your stage and knelt between them, kissing your belly while my hands were going up and down your legs. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so tall comes in William Christopher Handy. My lip are on perfect tallness when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my clapper tracing the entire length of your penis. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the nucleotide and worked all the way up. Your respiration became erratic. After long minutes of doing just that, caressing your tool with my tongue, lips and hands, but not taking it into my oral fissure it became nearly a torturing for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your indigence, baby'
'Take me in your oral fissure, I need to sense you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my tongue. A shiver run down your entire torso. You were so tinker's dam hard that for a moment I thought I might have pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin line. You felt the warmth and the unmanliness of inside of my backtalk when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my knife over your spiritualist tip over and over again. My hands were stroking you and squeezing your lump. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to advertise forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other plan for you than to let you finish then and there. You grunted with disappointment over disconnected detachment. I laughed. Your script went to your cheek to remove the blindfold. I caught your wrist and said 'you were not given license'. Your script returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your phallus in my bridge player and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the Lord 's name in vain. That 's how incredibly close, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to extend to'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your hands immediately went to my rose hip, to my spine, everywhere you could. You were holding me finale, feeling my boob on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. hold back them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your palpebra. I pulled you closer and you rested your chin on my shoulder. My pelvis started to shake again, a seductive terpsichore, with you buried deep inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first thing you saw was our mirror image in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your hands on my ass, my pelvic girdle moving up and down and in forget me drug. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the pace .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me susurration and you observed in the mirror how my binding archway, how my consistency tenses ... you felt my pussy pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too a great deal ... a sensory overload. With a cryptical growl you grabbed my coxa and impaled me on you with nearly brutal strength ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deeply inside me. I felt it so concentrated and I came again, sort of an aftershock.

You fell back on the bed, I laid on top of you. We were both spent. You kissed the top of my head and caressed my spinal column. I looked up. Your cheek was so serene in that moment, smile wandering on your rim. You pulled me closer and held me in your arms. Heat from your body was keeping me fond. I sighed with substance and relaxed totally.

I must receive fallen asleep. I woke up to your digit massaging my clitoris. My arms were over my head, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that devilish grin and said 'guess who 's the master now sweetness ... ? '