I stepped into my heels, my cfm shoes, and left my room. I now could walk in the shoes like a runway model. When I walked out of my room I could feel my calves flex and cock pressure the lycra of my skirt. The mini red dress was so tight I wondered if my man would be able to pull it off. And if it couldn't come off, could Thomas at least push it up enough to push his cock in my ass? Well it is the trip, not the destination.
On the table were flowers, daisies. Next to flowers flickered flames of two candles.
"I finished up dinner," Thomas said nodding to the salad, roast and asparagus that was on the table. I guess that ended my plan of bending over so my ass cheeks would tempt him, but, by the look in his eyes, I could we were already there.
He was leaning against the counter, with a drink in hand. He flicked on the radio that was playing the last of this seasons Christmas music. In two hours it would be midnight and back to classic rock.
"Thanks," I said.
"I even made you a drink," he said stepping to a chair and motioned for me to sit. I walked over and sat. I lived up and he edge the chair closer to the table. Thomas bent over and inhaled my perfume and added, "This is going to be hard."
He could have talking about his or my erection, but I knew that wasn't his point. We had a goal tonight. We wanted to eat dinner before we jumped into any carnal penetrations. In two months I had prepared a couple dozen romantic dinners, using what I was learning in culinary school to create delectable entries. All had been eaten cold, after a couple hours of hot sex.
His hand caressed my neck. I pulled it to my lips and sucked his index finger. Thomas is not really what you would call a hunk, but he has what it takes to get my girlie motor purring. Sitting there with his finger on my tongue my sphincter flexed.
My cock ached.
"Mmmm," he said and pulled away. "Okay, I will try."
He said down and that was half the battle.
We ate dinner, but it was all verbal foreplay. He flirted and complimented me as we ate. I was anxious and plowed through my first g&t. Thomas filled my glass and topped off his with a pitcher he had waiting for us.
My head was swirling with the first drink gone and the second one started. My tongue burned with desire. Thomas' smile flickered in the candle light.
"You look sooo sexy," He said, as if he was translating my thoughts.
"Shhh," I said and picked up an asparagus sprout with my fingers. "You keep talking and I will be under the table."
I dangled the flaccid asparagus over my head, teasing it with my tongue.
"Why do you think I am oppose to that," he said with his smile turning to a leer.
I tongued the asparagus some more then said like a femme fatal, "Please. . . I need some nourishment before you ravish me."
A moment dangling like my asparagus, floated between us. I chewed up the green phallus.
We were even now on the g&t's - - - two a piece. Our eyes were liked the glazed hollandaise sauce. I was intoxicated, but only half of it could be attributed to the gin. A jazzy and slow Christmas song came on the radio.
Thomas slid back his chair and held out his hand, "May I have this dance."
I took his hand and stood. We had made it most of the way through dinner. I probably couldn't have ate any more; my lips were on fire.
Even with the heels I was four inches shorter. My hip pressed into his and I laid my head on his shoulder. My arms were over his shoulders and his hands explored my ass.
"God am I horny," he whispered. His fingers slipped beneath my hem and toyed with my thighs. I was ready to cum in my panties. By the time the song ended he had worked his fingers to a nook where he could tease my balls.
The radio announcer said something about getting closer and I used it as my cue. I slipped to my knees and pulled his trouser down.
Stephi's New Year Part ii
Licking his cock like a candy cane was the way to start.
Licking his balls was a way to continue.
But it wasn't how I was going to finish him off.
I pulled Thomas to the floor. Pushing him to his back I unbutton his shirt and my fingers danced through the hair on his chest.
I straddled his waist, with my ass against his cock. I gyrated my hips over his erection. My hands were pressing most of my weight onto his chest. My fingers and thumbs were squeezing his nipples. Thomas had worked his ways under the my skirt and was playing with my cock. I lifted up my hips so he could work my penis free. He had pulled my erection out the side of my panties and was working it up and down.
I reached back to my g-string away from my sphincter.
I got up to my feet and squatted over him. I grabbed his hot cock and held it up. I positioned it against my anal canal. The moment was torrid and I was glad last month we had been checked for disease, I was so hot i don't know if I could have waited for a condom. In fact it wasn't until later that I realized I had tore the string of my g-string.
"My ass is soooooo hot for you," I told him, but I wasn't just acknowledging my desire, I was announcing my intentions.
I lowered myself onto his cock, using my weight to push him into me. I was able to slide him in easily. After two months of near constant intercourse and the lub made me loose enough to swallow up his dick with my ass.
"You you you," Thomas whispered, "are so fucking hot."
I wasn't just hot, I was horny as hell. And so close to orgasm.
Thomas was working my cock and his moans pushed me to the brink. I started to cum on his belly.
I came hard.
My convulsing sphincter around Thomas' cock was all he need to go off.
"Ahhhhwk," he groaned as his sperm pumped into me.