But then the rain began. Fat, heavy drops soaked the houses across the street, staining their pale bricks. My heart sank. Everything was ruined.
My phone vibrated on the kitchen counter; a message from you. It said ‘Ahh raining so bad! I’ll come to your place instead. I love you xxx’
I replied with the offer if a hot chocolate to warm you up when you got back, and you gratefully accepted. I hurriedly began re-arranging my lounge- I’d hand an idea! I pushed my sofa back, and laid the picnic blanket over the rug on the wooden floor. I placed the hamper next to the blanket and set up my favourite film in the DVD player.
Just as I’d finished, I heard the front door open and rushed to greet you. You were drenched! Droplets rolled down your cheeks and fell off your chin. I didn’t care though, I threw my arms around you and rested my head on your chest, saying “You’re so wet,” and laughing, “I love you so much!”
“I love you too!” You said with a grin, and picked me up, spinning me around before placing me back on the floor.
“Go in the lounge,” I said with a smile, “I made it all nice for you.”
You walked in a few steps before stopping, your dark eyes scanning the room. You quickly turn around and kiss me lovingly, “You’re so amazing. It’s lovely.” You say, and I know I’ve pleased you.
We sit and eat for a while, enjoying the good food, and the film, and each other’s company. Until suddenly, you throw down your unpeeled orange and lean over the food. Before I know what’s going on, your hand has cupped my face and your tongue is in my mouth. You kiss me passionately, and play your fingers down my throat. For a second, I am frozen with the unexpectedness of your sudden kiss. But only for a second. I kiss you back, deeply and slowly, drawing out the movements of our tongues, our lips. Then your hand moves from my neck to my right breast, and I know what you want.
“Tom, not now. Hannah will be back soon!” I protested. Hannah, my flatmate, was due back in about forty-five minutes.
You say nothing as you begin to kiss my neck, your hand caressing my breast through my dress. Then, it moves to the side of the dress and unzips it. You slip the straps down, exposing my plain black bra. Again, you are gently squeezing my right breast, and pinching the nipple slightly. I feel your growing erection pressing into my knee.
“Look, I said no. Now is not the time!” I am beginning to get angry.
Your mouth continues its work on my neck, little kisses, nibbles, and licks, trailing them down to my collar bones, then lower to the top of my breasts. A soft, gentle moan escapes my lips.
“Well,” you say, “You keep saying no, but you aren’t trying to stop me!” with a low laugh.
“For God’s sake, I don’t want Hannah to catch us!”
I decide this is it; I stand up quickly, trying to escape your wonderfully pleasing lips and hard boner, but you hold the bottom of my dress and as I rise, it falls to the floor. I am left fully exposed in nothing but my underwear.
“What a beautiful sight.” You mutter, as you, too, stand up. “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. You will do everything I say now, and you’ll enjoy it too, okay?” you don’t wait for an answer. Again, your hand cups my face as kiss me again on the mouth, just once. Then your lips re-start their delicious work on my neck. I realise I must give in; my pussy has become wet. I hadn’t noticed I was turned on until I knew your eyes were roaming all over my body hungrily.
Before I know what’s happening, your nimble fingers have unhooked my 32E bra, releasing my tits. Your wonderful kisses begin on my left breast, circling the nipple. Then you take it into your mouth and suck it hard, and nibble it. I moan, quietly.
“You are definitely enjoying this!” you laugh into my chest, and continue onto my right breast.
My panties are getting wet now, and I don’t know how long I’ll be able to wait. I try to take them off, but your strong hands stop me. Instead, you pull them down, letting them drop the floor. I feel a slight breeze whisper past my nipples and my pussy, only heightening my horny-ness. You slip a finger between my wet pussy lips, soaking it in my juices. I can feel it teasing me around my clit, but not on it; around my hole, but not in it. I begin to whimper softly, I desperately need your eight inch cock.
“Put your finger in me!” I gasp as I cannot take any more.
“What was that!?” you almost shout, seemingly angry, although I suspect you have a sneaky smile on your gorgeous face. “Ask me nicely, speak properly, you horny bitch.”
“Please, Tom, will you put your finger inside me?” I whisper, barely audible.
You slide one finger into my hole. I moan loudly this time. You move it further in, finding my G-Spot. You push into it, repeatedly, and I can already feel my orgasm building. I moan again, and you move your thumb onto my swollen clit. It feels so, so, so good. My moans become higher pitched as I get closer and closer to the edge.
But you stop.
“Beg for more.” You order.
“What?” I say, completely dazed.
“Fucking beg me, you naughty little bitch.”
“Please, Tom, please give me more. You’re so good. Please.”
With that, you wrap a strong arm around my waist and lift me up onto the dining table. Without being asked, I open my legs wide for you, showing you my wet pussy which desperately needs you. You bend down and lick from my opening to my clit, in a slow line. It makes me shudder as I feel the slipperiness of it, so good. Your tongue finds my clit swollen and hard, and you continue bombarding it with your tongue, sending me towards my orgasm...