my dinner mission

my dinner mission

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

an experience over dinner that is better than food!

Summary

an experience over dinner that is better than food!

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Submitted: May 10, 2016

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Content

Submitted: May 10, 2016

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It all started at dinner. I wasn't hungry at all, so the more bored I became, the more I tried to cross lines. At every opportunity, I was running my foot up your pants leg or my hand up your thigh and across your lower back. Every time I would try to caress your balls, you pushed my hand away and told me to, "Stop it", "Calm down" or "Do you mind?".

Of course, all this did was antagonize me and set me on this mission.

I ran my fingers up and down the stem of my wine glass, stopping only briefly to lick my fingers. "What are you up to?" You ask smiling. "Not a thing." I replied sarcastically. "I am merely redirecting my affection." "I know you better," you reply still grinning.

I push back from the table and lay my napkin beside my plate. "Where are you going?" I smile, stand slowly and smooth my red v-necked cashmere sweater, taking care to brush my hands along the side of my breasts and down along my hips. I move around the table and kick the leg of your chair to direct you towards me. With one arm on the back of your chair and one on the table, I lean forward and whisper, "I need to use the restroom and I believe that I require your assistance." I nibble the bottom of your ear and walk away.

Once in the ladies’ room, I wait in the corner beside the door and keep my fingertips outside the door. Several minutes pass and I decided that if you weren't coming, I was, at the very least, going to enjoy my mood. I entered the farthest of the four stalls and put one foot up on the seat. I pulled my skirt up slightly and ran my nails along my thighs. One hand stopped and I fondled my lips and ran my fingertips across the wetness. The other hand continued up under my sweater and cupped my breast.

I heard the door open and a whisper, "Do you still need my assistance?"...

A bit startled, I jump slightly and lose my balance. I fall back against the wall and begin to laugh. "If not enough before, I certainly need your help now." "You are crazy." You whisper nervously as you walk across the ladies’ room and into my stall.

I am still leaning against the wall, my skirt pulled up to my thighs, the lacy tops of my stockings exposed. One leg up and slightly bent, the heel of my boot on the wall. You reach over and put your hand on my crotch and slide the lock with your other hand.

You grab me...hard handed...your warm, wet tongue licking the side of my face. I moan slightly as I lean into you in anticipation of what is certain to follow. Your tongue moves down my neck and slides into the v of my sweater. Both of your hands slide under my skirt and up under my ass. You lift me slightly off the ground and I put my boots against the opposite wall and suspend myself. Realizing that you do not have to support me, your one hand moves to my pussy and one finger rubs my clit, your other hand resting on my outer thigh, your fingers pressing in.

My hands are resting on your shoulders, as you continue to kiss my neck and chest. I push down on your shoulders. "What is it that you want, Elaina?" you whisper, looking up and smiling. "Lick me...please." I reply with heavy breath as I push harder on your shoulders and scoot a bit higher on the wall. "I want you to eat me." You squat and my thighs are barely touching the tops of your shoulders, your one hand squeezing my ass and the other on the wall for balance.

Your tongue slides between my lips and then fucks me, darting in and out, lapping at my cunt. I moan and grab your shoulders as I begin to orgasm, your tongue moves to my clit, flicking at it while you suck. I cum hard and one leg drops to support me, as I shudder. "Stop, please." I beg as you reach up to cover my mouth.

"Shhh, Baby. It's okay." You say with pure arrogance as you stand. I bring my other leg down and lean into you. "Now...take me." I say as I look up at you and run my hands up your chest. You put your hand behind my head and pull my hair, pausing only briefly to let me suck my juices off your face.

I push you back into the wall and begin to unbutton and unzip your pants. I push your pants and boxers down. Before they hit the floor, I have sucked your dick into my hot, wet mouth...my hands squeezing your balls. You place your hands on the sides of my face and guide me as you fuck my mouth. My tongue seeking out the ridges made by the veins pulsing along your rock hard cock. 

Suddenly you pull me back by my hair and look into my face. You place one hand around my back and pull me up against you. You twist your fingers that are entwined in my hair, forcing my head farther back and you run your other hand under my sweater and unhook my bra as you bite my neck and gently nibble my parted lips. As you release my hair, you bite me with vigor. I raise my arms and you pull my sweater and bra over my head then stop and twist them around my wrists and pull me back into the wall.

As you let go of the sweater, I fling it to the floor. Your hands squeezing my breasts and rolling my erect nipples between your teeth. I wrap one leg around you and grab your dick, now spitting and the head pulsing. "Tell me that you think about me, tell me that you want to taste my pussy...Tell me that you dream of fucking me. Tell me, please."

I run my fingers through the juices dripping down my leg and then wrap my warm, wet fingers tightly around your shaft and stroke you quickly. You reach down between my legs, insert your finger and then place it into my mouth. I loosen my grip slightly as I lick your fingers. Your one hand grabs my ass and lifts my leg up around your hips. I push my back against the wall and lift my other leg to suspend myself as before.

"I do think about you...tasting you, being inside your mouth, feeling you...fucking you." You slide your dick inside me and I suck in my breath as immediate spasms overcome me. My vaginal walls tighten and pulse around you with every thrust. I scoot down and tilt my pelvis forward to allow deeper penetration.

You pound into me, both of your hands on the wall under my arms and my hands on your shoulders.  I feel warmth rush over me. I know I am going to cum again and this time it is going to hurt. "Please cum. I can't be quiet much longer." "You are crazy, Elaina, but nonetheless...I like you." You grab my ass and begin a slow grind as if you are trying to push through me. All my muscles lock and I cannot breathe for a moment, enjoying the torturous seconds. "That's the perfect look, Elaina," you say as you cum deep inside me still grinding, my body tight around you. My hands in your hair as my feet return to the floor, my legs shaking.

 

One long last full body touch and I lean to pick up my sweater. "Did we even finish dinner?"


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