It happened at a party by prospect ... I did n't think to be so out of it, but I was amongst mainly strangers and felt a piddling reckless, doing tequila shots with the unspoiled of them and flirting with usable men, mingling with everyone. masses were heading home or crashing in spare bedroom of the prominent theater and I was still very much spirit in a party mood.

My ex was on his way out and I went and gave him a hug, continuing to confabulate with him outside the door, persuading him to have another drink with me before walking home. He was easily persuaded by me in my slightly revealing frock and sipped at champagne cocktails with me. We got on famously as always and I knew I would have to make my relocation sooner rather than later in guild to go home with him ... I continued to score jape about him using any alibi to wear his kilt ; even a menage party and he teased me for wearing a slutty dress. I teased him about being a true Scotchman under his kilt and it was all banter and laughter, although I already had former programme ...

He was on his way to the front door when I grabbed his paw and gazed up at him with inquisitive eyes, imploring him to come in closer. He moved towards me and I stood on my tip toes to buss his lip, tasting the Champagne on his tongue as well as my own. He pushed me up against the wall behind me, kissing me deeply. There were more people leaving and our hosts were saying arrivederci at the door, so we hot footed into the small room under the steps used as a cloakroom or large cupboard for pelage and shoes.

He continued to snog me in the dark, letting his hands wander over my curvature, resting on my hip joint and cupping my ass. I ran my manus over his chest and down towards his kilt, feeling his rooster growing harder under the plaid. There was n't often prison term for foreplay, as bully as his cock would feel in my mouth ... I slid my underclothes off, turning round to reveal my bare ass. He gave it a footling spank and I whispered that I wanted to give him fuck me as masses walked past the room access. His center grew wider, possibly showing signs of shock at my drunken candour. He told me we should go back to his but I was past the power point of no proceeds and knew I had to have him now ... Tequila makes me nasty ...

I bent over, waiting for him to strike me from behind but he would n't ... He did not even make a motion. He just smiled his smug little grin at me, eyes twinkling in the darkness. He simply sat on the floor next to shoes and golf ball club and I, to a lesser extent than gracefully, moved on top of him, lowering my wet kitty-cat onto his kilt. I kissed his neck ; right where I knew would make him moan. I whispered between candy kiss, tormenting him, asking him politely `` Please let me fuck you, let me ride your cock ... please ... I need it ''

I pushed his kilt up to his waist and held his arduous cock, lowering myself onto it. He gasped, moaning my name softly in my ear. I had to fuck him unvoiced and deeply, to let him feel me shake and worm on top of his prick. I knew people would be looking for us soon or wondering if we had gone home plate so I took subject into my own hands. I rocked my pelvic arch back and Forth, gyrating on his cock buried deep inside me. He pulled down my dress to expose my nipples and sucked on them as I rode him. My button was rubbing up against him hard, giving me exactly what I had needed in the first place and my orgasm began to didder through me, as his cock felt my body erupt around it. I moaned in his ear, still gyrating. My whole consistence seemed to release over him, leaving me breathless.

I moved to get off of him, joking that I had got what I wanted and would allow for him hard in the cupboard. He grabbed me and pulled me back down to him, cupping my ass heavily and thrusting up to meet my rose hip. We could hear the footsteps walking past the threshold as I worked myself up and down his cock, almost letting it fall away right field out before slamming back down onto it, taking it deep inside my slit. I felt my pussy massage that beautiful stopcock as I still felt the finally remnants of my own orgasm run through me. I could experience my pussy pulse in sentence with his thrusts. I had been riding him, but now he was the one buffeting into me, grabbing at me, spreading my ass with his ribbon, holding me widely receptive to him and forcing me down on his cock.

His jabbing came inadequate and faster as his climax approached, moaning into my mouth as I kissed him. I kept bouncing on his cock as we heard voice near the room access. He was so close when we heard a voice ask another soul of our whereabouts and my cunt gripped onto his cock as it spurted cum recondite inside my puss. I kept riding his cock slowly and he kissed me. Those deep gasping for breath buss, clutching at my lips, in the absence of his usual moan as his cock released inside me.

We heard person right outside the door, so he slipped my dress back over my breasts, covering them again and I pulled my dress over my ass and thighs, just in font anyone were to trespass on our tryst. I held him in my snatch for a bit whilst we waited to see if the coast was clear up. I lifted myself off him, feeling his softening cock slide out of my sopping wet cunt. I pulled his kilt down over him and put my underclothes back on, feeling his cum deposited mystifying inside me. I exited from the closet quietly, heading back to the kitchen for some Thomas More Champagne. I left him on the base breathing quickly in the swarthiness, as I stumbled out of our den of drunken desire and realised that I was intoxicated by the sex as well as champagne and tequila ...