Rushing down the street, watch says 8:10 PM. Shit, late. Hope Florence is ready or we’re screwed for seats. Panting at her door, knock hard. ‘Coming!’ her soft voice calls. Door opens, she’s smiling in her robe. ‘What the fuck? We’re late!’ Quick peck, she darts to bathroom. I barge in anyway, sit, wait. Know it’ll take forever.
Bathroom door bangs open. She bursts out like a sexy devil. Red thong hugging her ass cheeks perfectly. Nothing else. Tits bouncing free, perky and inviting. Fuck, glad she’s late. In seconds, blue dress slides on – deep cleavage, tight fit showing curves, short hem flashing legs. Almost as hot dressed. ‘No bra since we’re rushed. You love it, right?’ she teases, grabbing purse.
The Awakening Rush
Hell yeah. Eye-fuck her cleavage all night, dream of those tits later. She blames me, but she’s dying for this. Bet she’s soaking already. Drag her out, hustle to restaurant. 25 minutes late – our Southern style. Snag a table. Finally sit. Dive into her cleavage, her loving eyes. Ignore waiter, food, chatter. Pure bliss.
Pre-dessert, she hits ladies’ room with purse. Scan hot chicks, but she’s best. Back, dress swirling. Coffee done, bill looming. ‘Surprise!’ she grins sly. ‘Check my bag.’ Forbidden territory. Open it. Red thong inside, warm from her pussy. No panties under that short dress. Jaw drops. She’s amused, proud. I’m stunned, then horny as fuck. Dream come true. Her foot slides up my leg, teases cock. Server kills vibe with hefty bill.
Out, crave home. But she wants pool. Perfect for her exhib kink. Arm in arm, five minutes away. She picked it knowing: bending over table, tits spilling, dress hiking up bare pussy and ass for bar stares. We play okay usually, but tonight? Disaster. I’m fixated on fucking her. She’s buzzing from imagined eyes – all guys glued to her, or football. Proud as hell, dick throbbing. Two shit games later, she quits. Sits close, hot as fire. ‘Pool in no panties? Dripping wet, almost stained dress.’ Instant raging hard-on. Jeans torture.
‘Want you,’ I whisper. ‘Me too. Home?’ Nah. ‘Toilet quickie?’ ‘Dangerous!’ Eyes say yes. Drag her to men’s room. Empty, game’s on TV. Slip in stall. Hot kiss silences doubts. Yank dress off. Naked beauty, tits hard-nippled. Kneel on filthy floor. Pussy glistening, lips slick, pubes matted, juices trailing thighs. Dive in. Tongue laps thighs, lips, clit, hole. She moans low, grabs head. ‘Fuck me now!’
The Raw Forbidden Rush
Unzip, cock springs out rigid. Lift leg, gland nudges wet slit. Slam in full thrust. She yelps. Slow pumps build to frenzy. Her cries urge faster. Too hot, can’t last. She shakes, grips ass, cums hard – pussy clenching. Triggers mine. Blast deep together. Stay plugged, panting, hearts pounding.
Pull out, dress quick. Strut back triumphant. Feels like all know. She squirms. ‘Sperm dripping thighs!’ New boner. Race home. Stairwell, pin her to wall. Kiss, grope. Fingers confirm: pussy oozing cum. Want to fuck there, risk neighbors. She haggles – blowjob promise wins. Bedroom door locks.
Solo now. Kiss deep, tongues dance. Slip dress off – nude except heels. She whispers, ‘Remember my promise?’ Hand frees cock. Kisses chest down. Kneels, eyes locked. Slow strokes, peels foreskin. Licks precum off head. Electric. Lips kiss, suck gentle then deeper. Masterful – tongue, lips, hands on balls. Varies pace, teases edge.
Stops, kisses me cum-tangy. ‘Bed.’ Lay back nude. Straddles path kissing down. Grabs cock, sucks slow. Builds speed, hand cups balls, moans vibrate. Hair tickles. Close – trig formulas fail. Warn her. Swallows first spurt, pulls off, jerks rest on belly. ‘Tried swallowing – gross, too strong.’ Laugh hard. Clean up, secret bliss lingering.