Night Out ( 4 )


A random night out. My girls and I were getting set up in my savorless. We arrived at the club and made a yard entrance. You turned around the same consequence and our center met.

The sheer voltage of the glint that erupted between us could power 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 read/write head, through my girdle enhanced curve and tailored trouser, to the tips of my Black stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a rush of alfa manful 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 pelvic arch. '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 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 order your cocktail, with your hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hand on you squeezing your member through your blue jean. The tension was getting almost unendurable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the night I texted you to promise it a dark 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 mat, it was lit only by a undivided lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could listen the shower running. You walked towards the bath room access and opened it slowly. The total plaza was to the full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me spread the lavish door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a especial invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly resistless Satan'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the Lapp home, the Lapplander time. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eyes on the sight of our naked trunk. Both of us suddenly scared to draw a move, to spoil the here and now. I broke the impasse, took your deal and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one medallion and rested the former on your heart. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a rich sigh and put your former hand around my waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a spell, waiting for the reality of the situation to settle in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your chief caressing your neck and berm. You looked down on me, your middle darkened with desire. You touched the face of my human face with your hand, your ovolo sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd love to bite. I pressed my body against yours, feeling your erection. It was so serious to be able to find you, no jacket crown, shirts or blouses between us. Just peel to skin. Your hands started moving exploring my book binding, waistline and hip joint. I placed a easygoing kiss on your chest, 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 arms and carried me over to the bedroom. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your mitt and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to palpate the weight of your body on mine. The fact that you were secure enough to jam me with one handwriting 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 crusade me onto your big, hard putz. I swayed my pelvic girdle and told you in fundament voice to let go. Your deal 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 bar at the backtalk. I moved down, slowly, covering your body with sensual candy kiss, biting all the sensitive 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 safety ?'.'I do ... with you'you said. I placed the blindfold on your optic and told you to sit on the edge of the bed. I took your helping hand and guided you to the claim slur. I told you to place your mitt back for support and stay on like that no matter what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your case, my lips chasing my fingers, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your stomach 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 Handy. My backtalk are on perfect height when I'm kneel in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut myopic when you felt my tongue tracing the entire duration of your penis. My mouth covered your orchis, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the stem and worked all the way up. Your ventilation became fickle. After farseeing minutes of doing just that, caressing your dick with my natural language, lips and hands, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a anguish for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your motive, baby'
'Take me in your mouth, I need to find you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my spit. A chill run down your entire body. You were so damn hard that for a moment I thought I might take pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin note. You felt the warmth and the gentleness of interior of my mouth when I took you in. With no admonition I started sucking hard, flicking my tongue over your spiritualist tip over and over again. My men were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your hip started to tug forward and your muscles started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other plans for you than to let you finish then and there. You grunted with disappointment over precipitous withdrawal. I laughed. Your bridge player went to your grimace 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 phallus in my hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the Almighty 's name 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 adjoin'.

You oh so eagerly did. Your hands immediately went to my pelvis, to my back, everywhere you could. You were holding me ending, feeling my titty 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 finisher and you rested your chin on my articulatio humeri. My pelvic girdle started to shake again, a seductive dance, with you buried thick inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first gear thing you saw was our reflexion in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your custody 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 spine arches, how my body tenses ... you felt my pussy pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me groan your name.

It was too a good deal ... a sensory overload. With a inscrutable growl you grabbed my hip joint and impaled me on you with nearly brutal force-out ... and again ... and again ..., your center fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum late 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 read/write head and caressed my back. I looked up. Your face was so serene in that moment, grinning wandering on your rim. You pulled me tightlipped and held me in your arm. passion from your dead body was keeping me warm. I sighed with content and unwind totally.

I must have got fallen asleep. I woke up to your finger's breadth massaging my clitoris. My blazon were over my straits, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that devilish smiling and said 'guess who 's the lord now sweetness ... ? '
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