A random Night out. My miss and I were getting ready in my flat. We arrived at the club and made a luxurious incoming. You turned around the same mo and our optic met.

The sheer voltage of the spark that erupted between us could power up a pocket-size townsfolk. I smiled at you, the character of grin that you'd say melts you. You smiled back, checking me out from my fountainhead, through my corset enhanced curves and trim trouser, to the tips of my disastrous stilettoes. You glanced around, the other bozo in the bar were gaping. You felt a rush of alfa manlike pride that this gorgeous lilliputian thing is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jeans and sport buttoned shirt.

I slowly walked towards you swaying my hips. 'Nice surprisal ; glad you could cause it'I said casually, but you could see the hellion dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the eventide proper. inebriant and dance, we all tried to wee the Best of it.
You and I however gravitated all night towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowded bar, waiting to Holy Order your cocktail, with your script firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the board, you felt my helping hand on you squeezing your penis through your jeans. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every moment of it.

Late during the night I texted you to anticipate it a night and meet me in my place in 10min. I said my goodbyes and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is open 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 unity lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could try the shower running. You walked towards the bathroom doorway and opened it slowly. The entire space was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a limited invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same place, the Lapp time. You stripped and came into the rain shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eyes on the great deal of our au naturel physical structure. Both of us suddenly scared to make a move, to fumble the minute. I broke the deadlock, took your hand and placed it over my pectus. I covered it with my one palm and rested the early on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep sigh and put your other helping hand around my waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a spell, waiting for the realness of the place to slump in.

I raised my hand and crossed them behind your pass caressing your neck and articulatio humeri. You looked down on me, your optic darkened with desire. You touched the side of my face with your hand, your thumb sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd bonk to seize with teeth. I pressed my consistency against yours, feeling your hard-on. It was so good to be able-bodied to feel you, no jacket crown, shirts or blouses between us. Just skin to struggle. Your hands started moving exploring my back, waist and rosehip. I placed a piano buss on your dresser, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your palm cupped my breast and my apprehend dug into your thighs. 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 chamber. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your hired hand and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to experience the weight of your organic structure on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to crush 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 hip joint and trying to push me onto your big, hard prick. I swayed my hips and told you in stern voice to let go. Your hands fell limp. I laughed and said that I liked when you obeyed me so eagerly. And that obedience is always rewarded.

I kissed you, but did n't barricade at the lip. I moved down, slowly, covering your body with sensual kisses, biting all the spiritualist spots 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 rubber ?'.'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 hand and guided you to the exact spot. I told you to site your workforce back for support and stay like that no matter what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your face, my lips chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your pegleg and knelt between them, kissing your stomach while my hand 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 handy. My lips are on perfect height when I'm kneeling in battlefront of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my glossa tracing the integral length of your penis. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the Qaeda and worked all the way up. Your breathing became erratic. After farsighted minutes of doing just that, caressing your gumshoe with my glossa, lip and hands, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a torture for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your indigence, baby'
'Take me in your sassing, I need to experience you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my glossa. A thrill run down your integral consistency. You were so damn unvoiced 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 logical argument. You felt the warmth and the fogginess of interior of my mouth when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my clapper over your sensitive tip over and over again. My hands were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your rosehip started to labour forward and your muscle started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had former programme for you than to let you end then and there. You grunted with disappointment over abrupt onanism. I laughed. Your deal went to your typeface to remove the blindfold. I caught your radiocarpal joint and said 'you were not given permission'. Your hand returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your penis in my hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the Godhead 's gens in vain. That 's how incredibly tight, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to touch'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your hands immediately went to my hips, to my back, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my bosom on your dresser. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your centre as i remove the blindfold. Keep them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your eyelids. I pulled you snug and you rested your mentum on my berm. My hips started to sway again, a seductive dancing, 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 hired man on my ass, my hip joint moving up and down and in roach. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the pace .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whisper and you observed in the mirror how my vertebral column archway, how my eubstance tenses ... you felt my pussy pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even stringent ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too much ... a sensory overload. With a rich growling you grabbed my pelvis and impaled me on you with nearly brutal force ... and again ... and again ..., your center fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so knockout 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 brain and caressed my backrest. I looked up. Your nerve was so unagitated in that present moment, grin wandering on your lips. You pulled me nigh and held me in your arms. Heat from your body was keeping me warm up. I sighed with substance and loosen totally.

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