written 3/31/2013
Sounds of running water, splashes, splatters, rapping, and tapping. The roll of the bathroom door tumbles open. The sharp smells of cologne, aftershave, shaving cream and soap meld together with steam, it pushes past him and toward me.
I know we're going to be late. I wait in my knee-length pearl colored cocktail dress; sitting precariously on the edge of the backless stool at the bar, in his open concept kitchen.
"Ready?" I lick my lips.
"Not quite." He motions to his bare chest.
I grin; slide off my stool and begin to remove what clothing he does have on, as I kiss his lips gently.
"Kasey, we can't be late." He says, as his dark brown eyes scold me, but he makes no effort to persuade me to stop.
I tease him, not allowing him to kiss me and pull away with each attempt. I push his hands away with each advance, as I make my way down his fragrantly strong neck; listen to his breath as it hitches with each kiss that I nibble and suck, on my way down. His chest is peppered with light brown hair, and I tweak his nipple between my teeth.
His hand grips the back of my neck tightly.
Yesss. I move to the other nipple to excite him further.
His eyes roll into the back of his head as he groans. His opposite hand is between the apex of my thighs; through my nylons and panties. My hands slide over his firm cheeks. I tease him further; not touching his fully erect cock as it throbs. The tip of the neatly trimmed seven inch pleasure maker is shimmering and waving at me. Begging for me.
I moan, as the wetness begins to soak my lacy thong and nylons. My arousal scents the air; overrides all of his masculine ones. I pull back and pull my panties and nylons down.
He stops me; spins me and leaves them at my mid-thigh. He bends me over the back of the couch, adjacent to the bar and lifts my dress slightly.
"Please!" I moan, as he delights in the view.
His dick slices into my tight pussy, tighter because my legs are in nylon restraints.
"Fuck!" I call out.
He matches me with a groan as he thrusts into me.
I gasp; no words can escape, as I lose my breath. He presses his cock so far inside me and massages my soul. His weight bears down on my backside and one hand is between my shoulder blades. My pussy tightens on every thrust.
"Kasey, come for me." He says.
His words smack me right in my cunt and I can't control my climax. I claw at the couch and try to arc back. His forceful hand on me holds me steady. He bulges inside me and it tears at the seams.
"Oh baby, it hurts it's so tight." Tears form in the corners of my eyes.
"Shit!" His warm creamy goodness overwhelms my small overfilled chasm and squeezes out around him. His tremors continue, as his orgasm does. "Kasey, you're a naughty girl." His head rests on my satin beaded back.
Streams of cum trickle down my legs, while his pounding chest and heat radiate on top of my back.
"And you love it." I smile to myself.
Sounds of running water, splashes, splatters, rapping, and tapping. The roll of the bathroom door tumbles open. The sharp smells of cologne, aftershave, shaving cream and soap meld together with steam, it pushes past him and toward me.
I know we're going to be late. I wait in my knee-length pearl colored cocktail dress; sitting precariously on the edge of the backless stool at the bar, in his open concept kitchen.
"Ready?" I lick my lips.
"Not quite." He motions to his bare chest.
I grin; slide off my stool and begin to remove what clothing he does have on, as I kiss his lips gently.
"Kasey, we can't be late." He says, as his dark brown eyes scold me, but he makes no effort to persuade me to stop.
I tease him, not allowing him to kiss me and pull away with each attempt. I push his hands away with each advance, as I make my way down his fragrantly strong neck; listen to his breath as it hitches with each kiss that I nibble and suck, on my way down. His chest is peppered with light brown hair, and I tweak his nipple between my teeth.
His hand grips the back of my neck tightly.
Yesss. I move to the other nipple to excite him further.
His eyes roll into the back of his head as he groans. His opposite hand is between the apex of my thighs; through my nylons and panties. My hands slide over his firm cheeks. I tease him further; not touching his fully erect cock as it throbs. The tip of the neatly trimmed seven inch pleasure maker is shimmering and waving at me. Begging for me.
I moan, as the wetness begins to soak my lacy thong and nylons. My arousal scents the air; overrides all of his masculine ones. I pull back and pull my panties and nylons down.
He stops me; spins me and leaves them at my mid-thigh. He bends me over the back of the couch, adjacent to the bar and lifts my dress slightly.
"Please!" I moan, as he delights in the view.
His dick slices into my tight pussy, tighter because my legs are in nylon restraints.
"Fuck!" I call out.
He matches me with a groan as he thrusts into me.
I gasp; no words can escape, as I lose my breath. He presses his cock so far inside me and massages my soul. His weight bears down on my backside and one hand is between my shoulder blades. My pussy tightens on every thrust.
"Kasey, come for me." He says.
His words smack me right in my cunt and I can't control my climax. I claw at the couch and try to arc back. His forceful hand on me holds me steady. He bulges inside me and it tears at the seams.
"Oh baby, it hurts it's so tight." Tears form in the corners of my eyes.
"Shit!" His warm creamy goodness overwhelms my small overfilled chasm and squeezes out around him. His tremors continue, as his orgasm does. "Kasey, you're a naughty girl." His head rests on my satin beaded back.
Streams of cum trickle down my legs, while his pounding chest and heat radiate on top of my back.
"And you love it." I smile to myself.
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