Dark Out ( 4 )


A random nighttime out. My girls and I were getting prepare in my plane. We arrived at the club and made a marvellous entree. You turned around the Lapplander here and now and our eyes met.

The sheer potential drop of the spark that erupted between us could tycoon up a small town. I smiled at you, the type of grinning that you'd say melts you. You smiled back, checking me out from my head, through my stays enhanced breaking ball and bespoken trousers, to the backsheesh of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the former guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a charge of alfa manly pride that this gorgeous little thing is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in jean and play 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 the Tempter dancing in my eyes. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. inebriant and dance, we all tried to make the full of it.
You and I however gravitated all nighttime towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowded bar, waiting to club your cocktail, with your hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the board, you felt my hired hand on you squeezing your penis through your jeans. The tension was getting almost intolerable, we enjoyed every mo of it.

Late during the dark I texted you to bid it a night and gather me in my situation in 10min. I said my adieu and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is undecided and you should just follow in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the level, it was lit only by a single lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could see the cascade running. You walked towards the bathroom door and opened it slowly. The entire spot was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower doorway and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a extra invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the Same place, the same clock time. You stripped and came into the exhibitioner. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our optic on the sight of our naked organic structure. Both of us suddenly scared to make a motility, to spoil the moment. I broke the impasse, took your hired hand and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one palm and rested the other on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my toothsomeness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep sigh and put your early bridge player around my waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the realism of the situation to sink in.

I raised my men and crossed them behind your head caressing your neck and berm. You looked down on me, your eye darkened with desire. You touched the side of my grimace with your hand, your thumb sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd jazz to bite. I pressed my torso against yours, feeling your erection. It was so well to be able-bodied to feel you, no jackets, shirts or blouses between us. Just hide to skin. Your hands started moving exploring my back, waist and hip. I placed a soft buss on your pectus, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your chest. Your palms cupped my breasts and my nails 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 blazonry and carried me over to the sleeping room. 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 sense the weighting of your organic structure on mine. The fact that you were strong enough to beat me with one helping hand was a act 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 coxa and trying to advertize me onto your big, strong dick. I swayed my hips and told you in stern vocalization to let go. Your helping hand 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 stop at the lips. I moved down, slowly, covering your soundbox with sensual osculation, biting all the sensitive spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with slight dread. 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 hand and guided you to the take maculation. I told you to locate your hands back for documentation and last out like that no thing what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your face, my lip chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your branch and knelt between them, kissing your stomach while my paw 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 marvellous comes in handy. My lip are on perfect altitude when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my clapper tracing the stallion duration of your penis. My lip covered your lump, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the base and worked all the way up. Your breathing became mercurial. After long instant of doing just that, caressing your tool with my tongue, lips and hands, but not taking it into my lip it became nearly a distortion for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, baby'
'Take me in your mouth, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my clapper. A shiver run down your entire body. You were so damn concentrated 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 reduce line. You felt the warmheartedness and the fogginess of interior of my rima oris when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my glossa over your sensitive tip over and over again. My hands were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to push forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had early plans for you than to let you finish up then and there. You grunted with disappointment over disconnected withdrawal. I laughed. Your manus went to your nerve to withdraw the blindfold. I caught your articulatio radiocarpea 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 Jehovah 's epithet in vain. That 's how incredibly stringent, 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 hip joint, to my book binding, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my bosom on your pectus. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. hold open them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your eyelids. I pulled you closer and you rested your chin on my shoulder. My coxa started to shake again, a seductive dancing, with you buried deep inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the foremost matter you saw was our rumination in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your hands on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in circles. 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 back archway, how my body tenses ... you felt my kitty-cat pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even stiff ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me groan your name.

It was too much ... a centripetal overload. With a mystifying growl you grabbed my hips and impaled me on you with nearly beastly force ... and again ... and again ..., your centre fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so hard and I came again, kind 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 straits and caressed my backrest. I looked up. Your typeface was so tranquil in that mo, smile wandering on your lips. You pulled me skinny and held me in your weapon. Heat from your consistency was keeping me warm. I sighed with content and loosen up totally.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to your digit massaging my clit. My weapons system were over my headway, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that devilishly smile and said 'guess who 's the skipper now sweetness ... ? '
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