Surprise Valentine - Sex Stories

Surprise Valentine

... for me, okay?" I giggled, and she knew. She winked at me. Walking past the bar towards the back, I glanced up at Peter. He was watching me. He had been for most of the last hour. I knew that. I put a little extra wiggle in my walk as I passed him. Then, I turned and smiled, and continued to the back, where the restaurant had a back door to the alley. Passing through the exit door it was held for me. I went through and Peter was with me. "Valerie the Valentine. Appropriate, don't you think, grown up lady?" He grinned. "Your Valentine is feeling good now, Peter Pan, so you need to grow up too. Are we going to talk all night?" With that he leaned down, placed his hands on my waist, and began kissing me. I liked to kiss. He was good. Gentle and rough at the same time. I couldn't help moaning as he began pressing me back, against the brick wall, grinding something hard into my pussy. I wanted that. I wanted it in me. I reached down and fumbled with his belt buckle. His hands were softly squeezing my breasts, making the nipples harder, even if the spring air was warm and welcoming. I had released his cock now. It was long and hard. Oh, god, I wanted some in me now. I stroked it, and he let out a moan, as he kissed me harder. That couldn't go on. We both needed something, that was clear. He turned me around, putting my hands on the brick wall, and lifted my short skirt. Pulling my thong aside, he began pressing his cock head into my ...

... ready pussy. I was wet. He was teasing me. So wet, wanting to be fucked. "Jesus, Peter, come on man, fuck me now. Do it, do it." "Okay, little Valentine, here's your present." With that he thrust his fat prick into my pussy, and I cried out, loving it already. I braced myself against the wall, and he was not gentle now. I was being deep fucked, and it was what I wanted. I needed it. He kept fucking me as I came over and over. "Now. Come in me. Come in me. Oh fuck, come baby, come." It was spurting into my pussy. Deep, and filling, and overflowing, as he kept pumping in and out. Grunting. Such a good fuck. Just what I needed for Valentine's day. He pulled out slowly, and then he used his handkerchief to wipe me clean. I turned around, watched him sniff the cloth, and put it in his pocket. He grinned. I didn't have a handkerchief, so I returned the favor by squatting down on the cobblestones, taking his cock, and licking it clean. I love the taste of come. He started to get hard again. I didn't have time for that. I flicked it with my finger, and it started to go down. I giggled, and rose up. "That was your Valentine present, silly Peter. I got mine. You got yours." I reached into his pocket, got the phone I felt there, and put my number in it. "Give me a call sometime." I turned and quickly returned to my sister. She had already paid the bill, so we walked out together. I knew Peter was watching, as he finished his drink at the bar.