A random night out. My girls and I were getting ready in my flatbed. We arrived at the club and made a grand entrance. You turned around the same instant and our center met.

The sheer electric potential of the spark that erupted between us could power up a small Town. I smiled at you, the case of smile that you'd say melting you. You smiled back, checking me out from my head, through my corset enhanced curvature and made-to-order trouser, to the baksheesh of my black-market stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guy rope in the bar were gaping. You felt a thrill of alfa male pride that this gorgeous trivial affair 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 rosehip. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could make it'I said casually, but you could see the devils dancing in my middle. 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 of magnitude your cocktail, with your handwriting firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the tabular array, you felt my hand on you squeezing your phallus through your jeans. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every second of it.

Late during the night I texted you to call 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 undefendable 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 1 lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the cascade running. You walked towards the bathroom door and opened it slowly. The total place was full phase of the moon of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me spread the shower bath door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a limited invitation ? ? '.

You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible Old Nick'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same place, the Saame meter. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot falls, feasting our middle on the stack of our naked bodies. Both of us suddenly scared to make a move, to flub the import. I broke the impasse, took your hand and placed it over my bureau. I covered it with my one palm and rested the other on your inwardness. I said 'it 's me, my lusciousness, it 's just me'. You let out a deep sigh and put your other mitt around my waist pulling me closer. We stood like that for a patch, waiting for the reality of the berth to drop down in.

I raised my hands and crossed them behind your head caressing your neck and shoulder. You looked down on me, your eye darkened with desire. You touched the side of my expression with your hand, your thumb sliding over my blue lip. The one you 'd hump to bite. I pressed my consistence against yours, feeling your erection. It was so unspoiled to be capable to palpate you, no crownwork, shirts or blouses between us. Just pelt to skin. Your script started moving exploring my back, shank and pelvic arch. I placed a soft kiss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your dresser. Your palms cupped my titty 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 arm and carried me over to the bedroom. 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 find the weightiness of your organic structure on mine. The fact that you were stiff enough to crush me with one hand was a bout 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 crowd me onto your big, operose peter. I swayed my hip and told you in austere voice to let go. Your hands fell limp. I laughed and said that I liked when you obeyed me so eagerly. And that respect is always rewarded.

I kissed you, but did n't stop at the lip. I moved down, slowly, covering your trunk with sensual kisses, biting all the raw spots on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with fragile 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 eyes and told you to sit on the edge of the bed. I took your mitt and guided you to the demand place. I told you to place your hands back for support and quell like that no matter what.

You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your face, my backtalk chasing my finger, going down ... down ... I spread your pegleg 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 lips are on perfect pinnacle when I'm kneel in front of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my glossa tracing the intact distance of your phallus. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the base and worked all the way up. Your respiration became temperamental. After yearn minute of doing just that, caressing your tool with my tongue, lips and hands, but not taking it into my backtalk it became nearly a torment for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, baby'
'Take me in your sassing, I need to palpate you'

And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my lingua. A shiver run down your intact consistency. You were so damn hard that for a import I thought I might stimulate pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the thin line. You felt the warmth and the softness of inside of my mouth when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my tongue over your sensitive tip over and over again. My hired hand were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to push forward and your musculus started to tense.

Everything stopped. I had other program for you than to let you finish then and there. You grunted with letdown over abrupt detachment. I laughed. Your hand went to your look to remove the blindfold. I caught your radiocarpal joint and said 'you were not given permission'. Your hired hand returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your member in my hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the lord 's public figure in vain. That 's how incredibly soaked, 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 hand immediately went to my hips, to my back, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my knocker on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. hold on them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your eyelids. I pulled you closelipped and you rested your chin on my shoulder. My hips started to sway again, a seductive dance, with you buried late inside my puss. 'Open your eyes'.

You did and the world-class thing you saw was our thoughtfulness 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 footstep .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whisper and you observed in the mirror how my rear arches, how my soundbox tenses ... you felt my pussy pulsating around you, squeezing your member even crocked ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me groan your name.

It was too often ... a sensory overload. With a mysterious growling you grabbed my hip joint and impaled me on you with nearly brutal force ... and again ... and again ..., your optic fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so difficult 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 head and caressed my back. I looked up. Your human face was so serene in that moment, grin wandering on your lips. You pulled me nigh and held me in your weaponry. hotness from your torso was keeping me quick. I sighed with depicted object and relaxed totally.

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my clitoris. My arms were over my head, tied to the bed with my own scarf. You looked at me with that devilishly grin and said 'guess who 's the master now fragrancy ... ? '