Cake

I didn't know what to make of him at first. Off the job he was well dressed, and no matter what he always had immaculate hair. The fact that he had his eyebrow and labrae pierced made me fantasize about what kind of freak he might be underneath the manners and nicely pressed clothes.

The attraction was immediate. When we worked together we talked about everything and there was always this electricity that ran between us whether we were on the job or just visiting each other while the other worked.

Fairly soon I realized that he had a girlfriend and two small children. I immediately pulled back and went from flirt mode to friend. Yet, as the weeks passed the chemistry remained, and one night the friend turned back into a flirt.

Later that week he invited me to the bar with a side note that his girlfriend and kids would be out of town. I agreed to come as I had not been out since I had returned to the States.

As the day of the date came closer his comments became more and more open, and I went back and forth between thinking I was imaging things to high expectation. Girlfriends were called in for emergency adivce, and we all agreed that it was too sticky of a situation to sum up until I went on the date.

The night of I shaved my legs, armpits,  and pussy. I exfoliated and went the extra yard with my make-up. I wore the most revealing shirt I could find with a tight pair of jeans to excentuate my volumptuous ass that I had caught him staring at more than once.

Hours passed with us drinking, playing pool, and shooting the shit. As time passed movements became more intimate and before long he was inviting me back to his place with the excuse of a bottle of gin and a game of darts.

Darts did follow the bar, but it was what went on after the game that matters...

Without warning we were in each others arms, rolling around on the sofa and then the floor. His hot wet mouth was all over my neck and face. Sucking on my earlobes, while he stroked my pussy through my jeans. My hands were inside of his shirt stroking his chest and pinching his nipples as he moaned into my mouth. Our tounges flicked, darted, lay claim to one anothers.

"I don't want you to hate me in the morning." he muttered while his hands squeezed my ass. I pushed my pelvis further into his groin and let his cock tell me what he really wanted. "I don't want you to hate me either..."

Back at my place I watched as he stripped to his boxers. The sight of his broad hairy chest made me wet with excitement. All I could think of was his hard dick inside of my tight wetness, and my body hummed in excitement.

Slow kisses turned to passionate probing. His hands reached for my clit and he stroked me until my thighs were covered with my need. Suddenly penetrating me with his fingers I stiffled a scream as he worked my cunt into a frenzy. All the while I was rubbing his dick with one hand and massaging his balls with the other - watching his face as he rocked in the ecstacy of my hands.

Telling me to flip over I went over the edge of the bed with my arms and chest, leaving him only the essence of myself to be plundered. Standing he wrapped my legs around his neck and licked my clit up and down, up and down, in circles, sucking, nipping, making me cry out for more and more - GOD YES!

Back on the bed I kissed and sucked my way down to his throbbing cock, stroking it all the while. Once I reached my goal I plunged his dick into my mouth as far as it would go and rocked with it, sucking and licking as I slid back and forth.

Finally, having more than he could take he reached for me and pulled my cunt down hard onto his pulsing manhood. WIth my head thrown back and my mouth open in pure delight I rode him until I came once, twice, again, and again.

As we fell asleep I felt his hands wandering down to where I was still wet from his body. Throughout the night and well into the morning I would waken to find him massaging and entering me with his hand until I came yet again...