Dinner with Lucas (long). [m+f] | 2016

A couple folks asked for the follow up to lunch. Well… being young and with all those short “refractory periods,” to be had, I knew I’d have to be ready for some pretty intense and slightly more drawn-out sex that evening. I put in a few more hours at work, but I was too distracted with what was to come. Luckily, I made my own hours and I could leave as early as I pleased. I headed home to lay out my clothes and my plans. At this time, I wasn’t waxing or anything of the sort. So I treated myself to a nice long soaking bath and shaved wherever I thought I should. Then I trimmed a little more and put on a couple different sets of sexy bras and panties to see which I liked best.

I was somewhere between 120 and 125 pounds at this age and because of my broad shoulders, I knew the “racer back” bras complimented me best, so I found a pair of high-cut and lacey thong underwear to pair with my cute, lacy racer back bra. I spent maybe 10 seconds admiring myself in the mirror before I got too giddy with excitement to stand still anymore. I laid out 3 outfits to show off to Lucas that evening and then reached in my top drawer for my trusty little vibrator. I won’t say that I “edged” as it’s called these days, because it’s almost impossible for me to not cum when I’m masturbating, but I only let myself cum once. I’d stop here and there as I was walking around tidying up to touch myself through my tight p.j. pants and smile. I like the feeling of being pent up with desire. Makes the orgasms pretty sick.

I had made a tray of snacks to lay out in case Lucas actually wanted to pretend he was there for something other than sex. I made sure it was stuff that could sit out for hours and then go back in the fridge if necessary, because I knew what I wanted to have when he showed up. About 30 minutes later, Lucas called and asked if he could come by around 7 instead. His plans had changed and he was free for the evening. I told him that was just fine and looked over to the clock to see I only had a few more minutes to wait now. I got giddy again and ran upstairs to set out a candle on my dresser.

He knocked at the door and I bolted to it as quietly as I could. I stopped to catch my breath and let my heart slow a bit before I opened the door and smiled. He smiled back and I flashed back to the meeting. I was pretty sure I could feel how wet my p.j. pants were, just standing there, and kind of hopped backward and said “Come in!” I looked away in embarrassment of how weird I was acting and he just laughed and walked through the door. He walked to the kitchen and put down a bottle of scotch for himself, then a bottle of vodka for me. I looked at them for a moment and said “Shots?” with a big smile on my face. He shook his head. “I’ll sip mine… I was guessing I might have a little time on my hands?” I shrugged, reached for a glass for him and a shot glass for me. “Well I’m doing mine now. You sip.”

The vodka warmed me up almost instantly and I watched him pour a splash of water into his scotch. I turned away, then looked over my shoulder and said “Were you hungry… or anything?” He laughed at me again and said “Nah… I think I’m okay for a while.” I smiled and motioned for him to follow me up the stairs. He grinned and promptly came along.

We walked into my room and I kind of did a Vana White, “You like anything in particular?” He smirked and said, “How about you try them all and I’ll see?”

I stripped down to my barest essentials and pretended to be shy about it, turning away from him. I heard a really soft laugh and then he settled his ass up against my dresser. I reached for the first outfit; a cute little dress that came up just above my knee, but was super snug. I had bought a sweater to go over the top, but I decided not to put it on tonight. I stepped into my heels and did a silly pose. He smiled “Very nice. It… holds you quite well. Turn?” I spun slowly. “Mmhmm… nice grip in as… ass-al region,” he motioned with his hands. I laughed, “Is that an official term? ‘Ass-al?’” He shook his head “yes” vigorously. “You ask anyone, they’ll tell you!” I laughed again as I took off the dress.

I reached for a skirt and top and zipped myself up again, turning to him. “And how about this one?” He made his best squinty-thoughtful face and said “Hard to decide. Hell, hard in general.” I rolled my eyes. “A dick joke?” He laughed and sipped his drink, shrugging. I turned again and looked back to him. “Hmmmm… yes… it’s quite exquisite.” I just shook my head with a smile on my face and tried on the next outfit. Some well-fitting work pants and a fitted shirt. The most masculine in the line for sure, but the one I felt oddly powerful in. He raised his eyebrows. “Well, that’s a look.”

(Watch out, it’s about to get sexy)

I turned to him, a bit surprised that he’d like this one, and said “You like it? I thought it complimented my… what’d you say... ass-al region?” He nodded, “May I inspect more closely?” I smirked and said “Why, yes you may.” He put his empty glass down and walked up close, sliding his hands over my ass and thighs. I may, or may not, have rolled my hips a little. I did like his hands on me. He made this appreciate sort of moan as I did and then pushed my hair to the side, placing a kiss on my neck. I closed my eyes and smiled “We have a winner?” He didn’t say a word, but kissed my neck a few more times, pulling my ass back against him firmly enough to feel his hard-on through his pants. I moaned softly, and slid my hands down the front of his thighs. He spun me around to face him, “We have a winner.”

I smiled and pulled him down into a long kiss, sucking on his lips before going in for another. After my first shot of alcohol for the night, I get pretty orally fixed. I ran my tongue over his, then along his lips, sucking on his lower lip again as he ran his hands over my ass, squeezing it through my pants. I broke the kiss and almost panted, “Let me take these off… before I ruin them….” He smirked and I stripped down to my lacy undergarments again. He moved in on me, but I shook my head and reached around him to flick off my light, and then light the candle. Then I reached for his belt to unbuckle it, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks while he just looked at me hungrily, gripping the edge of my dresser.

I leaned up and kissed him again as I pressed the pants down over his legs and let them pool at his feet. I softly rain my nails over the prominent bulge in his boxer-briefs and he exhaled a moan through his nose. I felt his body tense a little at the delicate touch, and so I did it again. I pet his length slowly and thoroughly, only gently skimming my nails over the ridge once in a while. He was breathing hard and I was too, so I gripped his shaft firmly. The groan he made, coupled with a brief sag as his knees gave, was all I needed for invitation.

I dropped to my knees slowly, trailing biting little kisses along his chest and stomach, and pulled his boxer-briefs off as I went. He sprang free and I kissed the inside of his hip, nipping at the skin as his long bobbed next to my cheek. I knew how to torture him. My fingers slide up the inside of his thigh and I gently pet his perineum. Another bob and jerk of his length. I looked up with a most devilish grin and his face was a mask, chewing his lip and almost staring at my progress. I pressed the palm of my hand against his shaft, holding it still from the opposite side as I laid sucking kisses along it. I paid extra attention to the small spot just beneath the head at the end of his shaft. I licked, sucked, then rubbed my thumb gently against it and he moaned for me.

I looked up again and he was still chewing his lip, so I lifted my eyebrows as if asking for permission while I flicked my tongue against that spot some more. He half-nodded and I slid just the first inch between my lips. He groaned again and placed one hand in my hair. I worked that inch well, swirling my tongue all over him and sucking gently. I had recently changed a few things after doing some reading, so I was anxious to see how he’d respond. I looked up and his eyes had closed, his head back, so I returned focus to my lips. Lucas did not have a huge dick, and I fucking loved it. It meant I could fit most of it in my mouth if I was trying, and he could fuck me until I begged for mercy without doing any lasting damage.

I worked another couple of inches down, twisting my head to coat his length in saliva and brought my hand up to cup his balls and hold the base of his shaft steady. He groaned and shifted again, petting my hair and brushing it back from my face as I worked a little deeper still. When I got as deep as I could, I swirled my tongue quickly over his length for a few seconds before pulling back and working his length in and out of my mouth at a faster pace. He started gasping and calling my name, “Oh fuck, oh god yes.” I guess this new technique really did it for him. I could feel that wet feeling between my legs again and it trickled a little way down my thigh. I reeeeally loved hearing him.

He moved to grip my shoulder and I felt him tensing up, so I slowed way down and pulled back to just the last inch once more, taking a few more passes before I pulled back completely. He was panting hard and looked at me, “Jesus fucking Christ, woman… get over there.” He motioned vaguely to the bed and I stood up with a huge grin on my face. As I turned, he slapped my ass. I laughed and laid down on my stomach. He grabbed me by the hips, dragged me back, and took off my panties. Then he flipped me over onto my back and pulled me right to the edge of the bed. I looked up to say something saucy and he buried himself deep inside of me. All I managed to say was “Uh…” I get speechless when something feels really good. So sue me.

He pulled my legs up and over his shoulders, then he leaned onto the bed and starting fucking my brains out. I clawed at my sheets and came up off the bed with the force of the arch in my back. I said so many filthy words without breath that when it came back, I was just babbling. I reached up and clawed his chest as I came, almost whimpering in pleasure, breathless and then mumbling “Yes. Oh fucking… yes… oh my god.” He slowed his hips for mere seconds before going at me again, growling “I’m going to cum if you do that again.” I put my hand against my mouth, but I knew it was most likely useless.

A few seconds later, I came again. My legs pulled in hard around his neck and I lifted off the bed. He buried himself deep and kept me pinned at that angle for what seemed like minutes until I stopped again, then slapped my ass. He growled again, “You want me to cum, don’t you? Where do you want it, hmm?” I whimpered an answer and he pulled back, then buried himself again, hard. I gasped, and he said “You want me to come on your pretty face? Or inside your tight little pussy?” I wouldn’t answer him, in an attempt to be defiant, and said “Just fuck me.” He slapped my ass again, and went to work fucking me hard and fast. I came like a fucking freight train, and he pulled out just in time to cum all over my stomach, hips, and thighs. I just laid there, unable to form thoughts.

He leaned over the top of me, completely out of breath for a few moments as he gathered himself. He leaned in and kissed me deeply, something I wasn’t expecting. Then he sucked and kissed along my neck before standing up. “Can you walk?” he asked with a macho tone and a grin on his face. I panted, “I’m sure I’ll remember how… sometime…” as he walked toward the bathroom to get clean-up supplies. He came back to wipe me down and help me off the bed and into the shower. We rinsed off together and both started laughing at some point about the whole day. I made sure to wear the outfit he liked when I got dressed the next morning, and he spent the day sitting down as much as possible. Like I said… I like a tease.