A random night out. My girls and I were getting ready in my level. We arrived at the club and made a grand ingress. You turned around the Same present moment and our eyes met.

The sheer potential of the spark that erupted between us could powerfulness up a low town. I smiled at you, the eccentric of smile that you'd say melt you. You smiled back, checking me out from my head, through my corset enhanced bend and tailored trousers, to the top of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a flush of alfa male superbia that this gorgeous footling thing is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in blue jean and sport 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 eve proper. alcoholic drink 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 bridge player firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the tabular array, you felt my hand on you squeezing your penis through your jeans. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the nighttime I texted you to call it a night and adjoin me in my blank space 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 flatbed, it was lit only by a one lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the shower running. You walked towards the bathroom door and opened it slowly. The full stead was full moon of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me afford the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a especial invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. 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 eyes on the survey of our naked dead body. Both of us suddenly scared to draw a move, to fluff the instant. I broke the impasse, took your hand and placed it over my chest. I covered it with my one palm and rested the other on your core. I said 'it 's me, my deliciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a inscrutable suspiration and put your other bridge player around my waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the reality of the state of affairs to sink in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your head caressing your neck and shoulders. You looked down on me, your centre darkened with desire. You touched the side of my face with your hand, your leaf sliding over my lower lip. The one you 'd love to bite. I pressed my body 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 sputter. Your hands started moving exploring my back, waistline and pelvis. I placed a balmy osculation on your breast, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your breast. Your ribbon cupped my white meat 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 bridge player and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to palpate the weight unit of your body on mine. The fact that you were unassailable enough to beat out me with one hand was a turn on. We rolled in the plane and now I was on top. I straightened my backbone and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my coxa and trying to push me onto your big, strong dick. I swayed my pelvic arch and told you in fanny voice to let go. Your custody 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 brim. I moved down, slowly, covering your consistency with sensual kisses, 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 safe ?'.'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 exact situation. I told you to place your hands back for support and stay like that no matter what.

You felt me standing right in presence of you. I caressed your face, my mouth chasing my fingerbreadth, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your tummy 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 marvellous comes in W. C. Handy. My lips are on perfect height when I'm kneeling in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my tongue tracing the entire length of your penis. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the bag and worked all the way up. Your breathing became erratic. After recollective transactions of doing just that, caressing your dick with my tongue, brim and paw, but not taking it into my rima oris it became nearly a torturing for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, child'
'Take me in your oral fissure, I need to feel you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my natural language. A shiver run down your entire torso. You were so damn strong that for a bit I thought I might have pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the reduce line of merchandise. You felt the lovingness and the softness of inside of my backtalk when I took you in. With no admonition I started sucking hard, flicking my glossa over your sore tip over and over again. My hands were stroking you and squeezing your testicle. You were gasping for air. Your rose hip started to push forward and your heftiness started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had early program for you than to let you finish then and there. You grunted with letdown over sharp onanism. I laughed. Your script went to your grimace to remove the blindfold. I caught your wrist and said 'you were not given license'. 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 Divine 's name in vain. That 's how incredibly smashed, 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 work force immediately went to my pelvic girdle, to my dorsum, everywhere you could. You were holding me airless, feeling my breasts on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your center as i remove the blindfold. Keep 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 hips started to persuade again, a seductive saltation, with you buried rich inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the first thing you saw was our reflection in the wardrobe mirror. Me on top of you, your hands on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in band. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the rate .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whisper and you observed in the mirror how my book binding arches, how my physical structure tenses ... you felt my kitty pulsating around you, squeezing your member even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.

It was too very much ... a sensory overload. With a deep growling you grabbed my hips and impaled me on you with nearly brutal force ... and again ... and again ..., your middle 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 foreland and caressed my vertebral column. I looked up. Your face was so serene in that moment, grin wandering on your lips. You pulled me closer and held me in your arms. estrus from your consistency was keeping me warm. I sighed with message and make relaxed totally.

I must possess fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my button. My arms were over my head, tied to the bed with my own scarf joint. You looked at me with that devilish grinning and said 'guess who 's the sea captain now sweetness ... ? '