Date Night - Sex Stories

Date Night

... table and draw myself shakily to my feet, thighs quaking and trembling from the attentions of your fingers in my hot sodden pussy.

I offer my backside to you, and as our eyes meet in the fogged mirror, your hands clasp my hips, and you raise my arse to your rock-hard cock, which slides effortlessly into me. I push back onto you, wanting the full throbbing length of you inside me. My hot wet pussy greedily envelops you, gripping you tightly as you start to fuck me steadily. One hand gripping my hip, the other roving over my arse cheeks.

Your hot breath on my neck in short hot spurts as you bit and suck the back of my neck as you plunge into my depths harder and faster.

Sheer ecstasy is pulsing hard through me, the intensity of the imminent orgasm building almost burning through me at a rate of knots, jolts of lust ripping up a storm cloud of wanton desires. As my pussy clamps around you, my orgasms engulf us both, and I collapse against you as you start to cum; great long spasms shoot through us both as we cum together as one, united by shuddering waves breaking over us.

Rocking together slowly, we catch our breath in great gusty gulps as the waves ebb slowly back, and we ease our bodies apart. You playfully slap my arse and say, 'Be quick, or we’ll miss our reservation.'

So here I am, sitting opposite you in a busy restaurant, trying to concentrate on the menu, but I can still feel your cock inside me and feel your hot insistent lips and your stubble on my ...

... neck. I have removed my heels hidden beneath the depths of the crisp white table linen, and my stocking-clad foot is stroking your thighs and rich hard cock.

Your cock is hard, and I can feel it twitching beneath the denim jeans you have chosen to wear; I look over my menu and catch your eye; licking my lips, I bite my lip and wink at you as you try to coherently discuss wines and evening specials with the overly attentive French waiter.

Your hand grips my foot tightly, as to try to stop my foot pleasuring you. A snort of laughter escapes me as I watch your expression, a mixture of lust and exasperation at my childish antics. You squeeze my foot harder and whisper, ‘Behave!’

‘Okay,’ I whisper back. I remove my foot from your hot lap and put my heels back on. Standing, I bend towards you, giving you a good glimpse of cleavage as I whisper in your ear, 'I’m commando.’ Turning, I weave my way through the tables, heading for the ladies with a quick backward glance to see if you are following.

Of course you are. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation. As soon as I walk through the door, you are right behind me, your large hand in the small of my back as you effortlessly guide me into the unused ante room.

With a growl of sheer lust, you push me up against the wall, pushing the hem of my dress up as you go, revealing the lacy tops of my hold-ups and my glistening wet shaved pussy. My hands are on your zipper, pulling it down, you, too, have chosen to go ...