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The Dinner
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The Dinner I ran through the door and headed straight for the kitchen. I checked on the chicken marinating in the fridge, put it into the oven to bake, prepared the salad and got the buns in the warming drawer. Before running upstairs to get myself ready, I took one more moment to open the bottle of red wine to breathe so it would be just right by the time supper was ready. I took the stairs two at a time and ran to the closet to find it... Ah, there was the one I had in mind. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pull up my nylon stockings, all the while thinking of the evening ahead. I pull on the new lacy black garter belt and fasten the straps to the stockings. Oops, I forgot to put on the matching panties. Oh well, I am hoping not to need them particularly long tonight anyways! I find the lacy black bra, the one with the peach lace trim and ribbons running through the straps. Very sweet, but sexy all the same. Finally, I pull on my dress. Sheer black sleeves, fitted bodice with the low cut neckline, and the cute flowing skirt with the hemline just above my knee... Perfect! Now to find the right pair of shoes to go with it. Every girl knows how important the right pair of shoes is to making an outfit just right! I walk into the closet and scan the racks. Ah, yes, there are the ones I was thinking about. I pull out the black patent ones with the 4 inch heels. Sophisticated and classy to suit the dress, but sexy too. I sit down once more to pull them on and then take a minute to look in the full length mirror. Ah, yes. Perfect! I hear the doorbell just as I finish touching up my hair and make-up. Damn, I wish I hadn’t run into that parent in the hallways just as I was leaving. I would have liked to be less rushed and more relaxed getting ready for tonight! I spritz on some perfume as a last touch before leaving to head downstairs. I ran down the stairs, at least as much as that is possible in a pair of heels. I reached the door, but take a moment to catch my breath, smooth my skirt... I open the door and you stand there before me, taking my breath away. I invite you inside, and as you walk past me I take in the sight of you. I can tell that you put some thought into your appearance, and my welcoming gaze shows my appreciation. You walk by in those dark dress trousers I like so much, the ones that cling nicely to your firm, round bum. The leather belt that you got for Christmas finishes them off, cinching your trim waist nicely, and adding that extra finishing touch. The blue dress shirt has buttons done up just enough to be acceptable, but not so much that a slice of your strong hard chest isn’t visible, enticing and providing thoughts of the night ahead... You take me in your arms and hold me for a few seconds, your hands exploring the feel and the contents of my dress. After a moment, I take you by the hand and lead you to the kitchen. While I take out dinner and put it on the table, you pour the wine. I have never been a slave to the theories and rules about what wine to pair with what meal... The shiraz that you hand me tastes so nice, and I always prefer to have what I want, and not only when it comes to wines! The wine tastes so smooth and full bodied. I enjoy the flavour and the feel of it in my mouth. As I drink, I stare into your eyes, and... can wait no longer. I place the glass on the counter, and slowly reach for yours as well. I take it and place it next to mine, then pull you towards me. I take your face and cup it in my hands, and slowly touch your lips with mine. I can taste the wine on your lips, and in your mouth as I run my tongue around inside, teasing and tasting, tasting and teasing as our tongues meet and play with one another. The warm sensation, partly from the wine and partly from the feelings the kiss stirs deep within me, spreads from my lips, to my entire face, and awakens within me a need and a longing so strong that it surprises me. I release your face from my grasp, and my hands move down, feeling your chest, your pectoral muscles twitching as my hands run across them. My fingers play with your taut nipples through the fabric of your shirt, and the play of my hands on the fabric and rubbing your nipples arouses you... I can feel it as my pelvis presses against yours. I love that a mere touch and a kiss from me has that affect on you… I spread my hands inside the open part of your shirt and begin to open the buttons, keeping my hands pressed against you and feeling your warmth as I do. The last button open, I peel the shirt from you, admiring the wonderful things that are uncovered beneath. My fingers run against your hard chest, feeling the softness of your hair as it runs through my fingers. I lean to kiss each and every inch, travelling fully around to make sure I have not missed a single spot. Your back is firm and warm under my hands, and my lips trail tiny kisses along in a trail as I continue my exploration. From behind you now, I reach and start to unbuckle your belt, loosening it, then undo the button and fly of your pants. Wanting to see as I pull these off, I move again to stand before you, and slowly pull them down and off your hips. I move along with them, peeling them completely off your legs. Now my face sits in front of your hardness... and I notice that I am not the only one to forgo underwear tonight! My hot breath fans across your erect member, and it twitches as you feel the breath touch you, feel its warmth and moistness. But before I touch, before my lips make any contact, I decide to stand up and give you a little show too. I step back, peel my dress slowly from my body and reveal the decorations that are underneath. Still wearing the stockings, patent leather heels, garter and bra, I again crouch in front of you, this time to face you at your full size, standing straight out and ready for me. My lips touch your head, and kiss it gently. My tongue joins in, and slowly plays with just the tip... feeling the opening, playing with it and sneaking gently inside. I take the head of your penis into my mouth now, and.... The entire head fits neatly inside my mouth. I swirl my tongue around and lavish it with attention. I begin to take more of your length in my mouth, pulling off to the very tip, then taking you in again. A little more each time... deeper and deeper... until the very length of you is in my mouth, in my throat. Each time I pull off, I suck and hold my lips close in, tight along the entire length of your manhood. The pressure that my mouth creates on your cock feels so good, you moan deeply and have to hold the counter behind you as you push your pelvis into my face, wanting more. This time I come right off with my mouth, but the attention only continues. My hands are now constantly holding your balls, playing with them, holding the shaft at the base and squeezing firmly, twisting and turning, using the spit left behind to lubricate your shaft. My mouth returns, but this time I go at you from the side, wrapping my lips around your girth. I play lightly with your skin, pulling at you with my teeth, nibbling, nipping bits here and there... enough to tease, but never enough to hurt or make you want to pull away from me. You long for my mouth to enfold you completely again, but I resist, preferring to tease and to tantalize a moment longer. Finally, I decide that you have waited long enough, and I take you in my mouth again. This time, the fervour overtakes both of us, and you hold my head with your hands, pumping your length in and out, in and out, and I take the full length of you, still holding your sac with my hands and playing, feeling the skin of them, behind them, pushing and pressing on your body just behind the sac as you pump... I can feel the motion change, and you tense, then stop for a moment, and then... bliss. Your seed squirts to the back of my mouth, and I hold it in... swirl it around until you are fully spent... Then I swallow, the taste filling me and making me smile. I love it when you cum, I love to make you feel so satisfied. Dinner awaits on the table, and we take our seats, dressed as we are. I take my glass of wine and sip, and raise my glass towards you. We enjoy the meal, knowing that this is only the beginning of the evening... After dinner, you and I are both enjoying the view across the table... I in my black sexy undergarments, and you in nothing but your skin. I stand and come across the table to put my hands on your shoulders and straddle your lap. You are not ready for me yet, but as I sit, I can feel you begin to stir again. I lower my lips to yours, and kiss you softly with my parted lips. My breasts rub against your chest, the lace a bit rough and providing ample stimulation for both of us. Your hands reach up and grab on, squeezing my firm mounds and massaging them. You reach around and release them from their cage, discarding the lace onto the floor. Returning to their original place, I can feel your hands on my bare skin. You play with my nipples, pulling, massaging, stretching. They are taut and erect now, just as you begin to be yourself. I grind my pelvis into yours to ensure that the feeling continues. You grab my hips now and pick me up. With total disregard for the meal and the things left behind from that, you push things aside and lay me on the table. My hips, now even with the edge of the table, lift up and offer my pussy to you. Always obliging, you lean down and return my favours of earlier. Your mouth captures my lips, your tongue finds my clit, and you proceed to bring me to orgasm... again and again and again. Your tongue plays an intricate game, darting inside, then back to my clit, your lips pulling and sucking, and the sensation is beyond belief. Finally, when I think I can stand it no more, you stand, lean over and kiss me, your mouth full of my taste. As you lavish my mouth with your kisses, you enter me. Full, long, hard... you start slowly, easing your length inside me until I feel you hitting my cervix deep inside. Faster and harder and finally you are pounding inside me, shifting the table with the force of your assaults. After the previous orgasms, I am so sensitive that I cum over and over, exciting you even more. The fervour of your thrusts send me over the top... I feel as though I am losing control over everything. One last thrust, and then... your back shudders, your arms tremble and you collapse on top of me, sweaty and satisfied. We lay entangled, somewhat uncomfortable on the table, but completely happy. You finally regain yourself enough that you stand, help me up, and lead me to the stairs... We walk beside one another, feeling aroused even with the activities we engaged in downstairs. Knowing that we have the entire night ahead of us, we smile and reach for each other’s hand and walk into the bedroom. I sit down on the edge of the bed, and you peel the last bits of clothing from my body. The stockings and garter hit the floor in a puddle, already forgotten. Your arms have reached for me and taken me in their hold, and you hold me close to your chest. Yours and mine, touching, sharing our warmth, our heartbeats mingling and matching... the beats getting quicker as your mouth traces a line behind my ear, my hands caressing the pictures along your back. Your lips begin their descent, searching for other places to leave their impression. You nuzzle along my neck, then trace the form of my collarbone and shoulder and down my arm. You take each fingertip into your mouth, suckling each and paying attention to each as if they were the most erotic thing you could think of. You trade arms, lavishing the same attention on the other so as to feel my entire body, not missing one square inch. Your lips now travel to my chest, stopping to visit each nipple, to play and pay attention to each so that both rise up and stand proud, aroused. Your trail leads lower, and your hands gently push my torso back on the bed to allow access to the place which you seek. You again smother my clit with your mouth, burying your face deep in my mound to inhale the scent of our sex, still left from our earlier escapades. This time, however, your attentions go beyond my pussy, and you roll me over on the bed, my legs now supporting me as I stand before you, my ass offered up to you. I use my own hands on my breasts as your mouth finds my butthole, and your tongue gives the same attention to it as it had previously to my pussy. Your tongue bathes my behind, making me drip, wet with my cunny juices from feeling the tremendous pleasure you give me. I can feel the tip of your tongue dart inside, and you lick all around my asshole, preparing it for what is coming... You reach to flip me over, and grab the lube to prepare your hard member for what it is about to do, always considerate of me, my comfort and my pleasure. Sufficiently lubricated, your head touches my hole and you slowly push it inside. I brace myself and try to relax so that you can gain entry without too much trouble, making it better for both of us. Finally, your entire tip pops in. You give me a moment to catch my breath and relax, then continue your journey inward. You slowly start to pull out, then push back in, adding to the lube to help our progress. Each thrust pushes you further inside, until finally, thanks to your patience and caring, you are all the way in. Your balls hit my cunt, slapping against my pelvis and generating even more pleasure for both of us. You are pushing in fully and deeply each time now, the tempo increasing as I am now fully open to you, and you feel the intensity increase, urging you onward. Your cock fills me up, my hole tight and slick with the lube, making you go wild with pleasure. I can feel the intensity of your thrusts even more now, and I push equally back, trying to get you deeper and deeper inside. My fingers work my clit, the pleasure I am feeling skyrocketing and causing now wave after wave of orgasms to shake my body. You continue the onslaught, and then finally, I feel your body tense, then shake, then a fullness like never before. Your seed shoots into me, and you push, fully and completely inside of me now, until every last drop is spilled. Dinner is finally done, and the dessert is the best course… as always. |
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