It was just the two of us. Everybody had their own things to do but me and him. As expected we were trusted to be alone together. The T.V. was on, but neither of us were paying attention to it.Texting seemed to be more important at the moment. I had just realized the dishes hadn't been done when we both got up at the same time. I headed towards the kitchen. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm going to do the dishes." "No you're not. I'm gonna." he said smiling the whole time. "Um, no. It's fine. You worked today. I can do it." I said. "You did it last time though." He argued. "I got it!" I playfully ran into the kitchen. He grabbed my shirt and gently tugged. He grabbed a hold of me wrapping his arms around me trapping me and continued to argue. "Oh no you don't." "Well fine. We can both do them." I said while looking up at him. "Deal." he replied.
We both unloaded the previously washed dishes and started loading the presently dirty ones. We kept reaching for the same dish and playfully arguing over them. We were almost finished when we both grabbed at the last pot. Our hands touched. I looked up at him as he looked down on me, I'm a little over 5 feet and he's a little over 6. He has the most attractive stature. He's very muscular, but his stomach was just soft enough to call him cuddly. In no shape way or form is he fat. He has enough body hair to make him masculine but not enough to be unsightly. He has short grey hair, but his face is so handsome you don't even notice the grey.
We held eye contact for a few seconds and then both dropped our hand from the dish. We just stood there in silence."I'll uh, finish up now." he said after clearing his throat. "Oh, ok. I'll just wash the counters." I grabbed some cleaner and a rag and began scrubbing and was almost finished when I felt hands on my hips. I dropped the rag and took in a sharp breath. He was the only other person in the house. "I didn't mean to scare you." he whispered bringing his head down to smell my hair. There were red flags and sirens going off in my head telling me what I already knew. This was wrong. But the feelings of being wanted and even loved perhaps, took control.
I felt his hands move up. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as they gently caressed my breasts. I reached back and rubbed his arms and then I turned around. There was definitely more eye contact, but he was smiling this time. I couldn't help but to smile too. He leaned down and gently kissed my bottom lip. I shivered. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with all my might. I couldn't fight it any longer. This had to happen.
He started unbuttoning my shirt while I fidgeted with his zipper. When he was done, he threw it on the ground and started kissing the tops of my breasts. I couldn't believe how amazing this felt. Not wanting to be selfish, I kept trying to unzip his pants when he grabbed my hands and whispered, "It's all about you babe." I dropped my hands and he went back to kissing me. My lips, my neck, my breasts. Then he got on his knees and worked at my pants, pulling them down to my ankles. He started licking and nibbling my thighs. All I could do was stand there and think about how close he was to my crotch. He pulled my panties down to join my pants at my ankles and took his fingers and rubbed my vaj softly. I wasn't expecting what was next when I felt his tongue darting in and out and all around. I was so wet, I could feel it running down my thighs. After playing with his tongue and leaving me begging for more, he stood up and vigorously made out with me. Out of nowhere, he picked me up and placed me on the edge of the counter, which really surprised me since I'm a pretty big girl. He then undid his pants and pulled his underwear down exposing his hard cock. I stared at it, admiring it. I wanted to touch it, but when I went to reach for it he snatched up both my hands and pinned them behind me on the counter. He took his legs and opened mine wider stepping in between them. That's when the most amazing thing happened. I felt an actual penis touching my crotch. It was bliss, but nothing compared to what was next. He pushed himself inside of me."Oh!" I cooed. He looked at me with real concern in his eyes. "Ok?" he asked. I nodded real fast. "Yes. Please. Don't stop." He smiled and kissed my neck. He slowly began to pump. I started to breath heavily as he continued to rock back and forth with me and kiss me all up and down.
He gradually began to go faster and faster. He was pumping me good and hard now. Never missing a beat. This was not even close to how I imagined it. It was a million times better. Feeling him inside of me.Touching places I could never reach myself. My toes began to curl and my back began to arch. I started impulsively returning his thrusts."Oh my God." I moaned." Not long after that I came harder than I ever had in my life. "OH FUCK!" I screamed. He slowed down to almost a complete stop. Now, I'm no expert, but from what I had heard, you were supposed to feel the man come inside of you. I felt no such thing. I reached down and grabbed his penis. He tried to stop me but I looked up at him and said, "Please. I want to." He nodded and kissed my forehead. I hopped off the counter and knelt down in front of him. I began stroking him with my hands. Nice and slow. After a minute or so of that I took him into my mouth. He groaned. I liked that sound. Knowing that you're pleasing somebody is hot.
I sucked and licked for a few minutes until I felt his dick get a little hotter and a little harder. I then pulled out the deep throat method that I had been practicing on my dildo. He quivered and jumped a little. In and out In and out. It only took a minute of that before he started mumbling under his breath and braced himself on the counter. I knew it was time. So I sucked real hard and twirled my tongue all around from base to tip until I heard him moan in severe pleasure and I felt a good size amount of cum shoot into my mouth. I slurped and swallowed until it was all gone while his cock throbbed and twitched in my hand.
I licked his dick clean and stood up to look at him. The look on his face said it all. A+ for me. He pulled me up to his face and kissed me gently and stared into my eyes. He let go of me and smiled. I smiled right back. He did his fly up while I pulled my own pants up and he grabbed my shirt off of the floor and handed it to me. I put it on. We hugged a little bit and then went our separate ways, both of us knowing we could never speak of, think of, or repeat this rendezvous again.