Monday Morning Quickie - Easy Come, Easy...
All night we’d been flirting. We almost fell through the door, a mess of limbs, boobs and balls.
I had his cock out before we reached the front room.
Who would have guessed it?
He’d lived just a few doors away for years, but I’d never seen the potential. I did now. With his massive cock throbbing in my hand.
I’d bumping into him at the street party barbecue for the football tournament, all flags and sausage rolls. He was the host. I’d found veggie vol-au-vents and, of course, the wine. I felt his breath on my neck as he leant in and joked about the food and I turned to look. My hand brushed his crotch. His bright green eyes looked down and when he smiled, wow.
How the hell hadn’t I noticed him?
Close up, he was so much sexier than the corporate suit and boring saloon car.
Anyway, I won’t bore you with the details. Fast forward to his cock swelling in my fist.
In my front room, his lips crashed onto mine and we fell onto the sofa. He pushed up my dress to expose my posh silk pants.
Phew, luckily my big girl pants were all in the laundry basket!
So I thought for about thirty seconds, until he ripped the delicious silk past redemption when he yanked them out of the way and went down on me. Fuck me, instantly forgiven and forgotten. Yes, he was that good!
I let go of his cock as he covered my clit with his lips and flicked his tongue across my bud. I moaned loudly in appreciation of someone who put his woman first and had taken the time to learn some serious oral skills.
He pushed my fat thighs apart, nuzzled in with a greed he hadn’t shown for the party food. I lifted my knees, and he pushed his fingers into me. No standing on ceremony here.
He twisted, pushed and pulled his hand in a magnificent manipulation of my senses. I grabbed his head, held him down on me until, in a rush of cream and screams, I came on his face.
He lapped my mess up before moving up and over my body. Pushing my dress with him, he bit my tits distracting me as he slid his solid cock into my pulsing wet mess of a pussy.
He kissed me and I tasted my sex and the vol-au-vents.
He ram-rodded home with the energy and accuracy of a fighter pilot and I cried out again as he hammered me until he came. He’s a quiet grunter-thruster type. That suited me just fine.
I bit his lip. Dug my nails into his firm-as-fuck ass-cheeks. Held him tight inside me, until he got his breath back.
Then I kissed his earlobe, tweaked his nipple and prepped him for round two. This guy was not going home anytime soon.
As darkness fell outside he pulled off my dress, I pulled down his trousers. We got naked. Then remembered we really should close the curtains.