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Naked dinner
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NAKED DINNER
We share a passion for the color white. She opened the door of her dazzling
white coupe, her ponytail belying the sophistication of her dress, of course
white. Her white pumps made a valiant effort to make her seem less petite.
She had on white stockings too. I wondered if she had a white garter belt and
panties to match. The bodice of the dress was strapless and her breasts over-
flowed the top. I couldn't wait to take off the lace bolero jacket and run my
lips over her silky warm shoulders.
The plan had been to go out for dinner, but she snuggles into my arms, con-
veying more sensuality standing still than many women can while working up a
sweat in bed. I stroke her back, my hand down to her ass as I press my groin
into her. She suggests that we sit down.
We move to the couch and I sit down, bringing her to rest halfway on my
lap. She has just come from work. I ask her what kind of fools she works with
that let her get away from them. She suggests that not every man shares my
taste in women. I suggest that they have never tasted her. She smiles.
My hand slides from her knee to the top of the stocking, enjoying the con-
trast between her silky skin and the lacy stocking. As I expected, she is wear-
ing a garter belt but, surprise, no panties! Now I know she works with fools.
She draws her legs up and I brush her cunt lips with my fingers. She is slick
with desire.
I pull her leg higher to slip a finger into her cunt. She moans as I with-
draw the finger and slide it wetly up to her clitoris. I stroke softly and
wait for the first orgasm which is never far off. She comes and I thrust the
finger back into her flooded cunt, increasing the level of stimulation. Her
second orgasm is much stronger and she nearly falls off my lap.
She wants my shirt off and I oblige. Stroking my chest, she clasps a nip-
ple lightly between her lips. I lift her breasts out of the bodice of her
dress, holding the nipples between my finger and thumb. I twirl them and they
stiffen in response. She sucks harder as her hand finds my cock beneath my
slacks. It is time to remove them.
I stand and slowly unzip. She leans back and spreads her thighs, providing
her own stimulation as I remove my black bikinis. I watch her raise her skirt
to her waist and slide a finger over her swollen pussy lips, spreading them
wide. This looks like an invitation. She smiles as I drop to my knees and
slide my tongue into her slit. Licking her lips, I attempt to contain the
flow, but the juices gush onto my tongue. She slides her hands behind my head
and pushes her tongue into my mouth. Sliding her hands to my ass, she pulls me
closer.
Her tongue withdraws and she leans over to engulf my tingling cock. She
withdraws from this too with a quick lick to the head, and she guides me to the
couch beside her.
She straddles my lap and drops her dripping cunt over it, kissing me deep-
ly. Out tongues slide over and under within out mouths. She slides off my
cock and sinks down between my legs. She sucks the head. I slip a hand over
her cheek and a finger into her slick cunt. Spreading her juices around, I
work the finger in and out. Her sucking intensifies and we both climax.
She climbs into my lap and we exchange slow kisses. She licks my ear and
whispers that she wants to go to bed. I lift her up to carry her to the bed-
room. She sits on the bed with her legs tucked under her ass. I sit beside
her and we kiss as my hands slide down her back. She moans and says she wants
a proper massage. I suggest an improper one. She agrees.
Standing up, she removes her dress, then unhooks a stocking and slides it
down to her knee. Sensing my wishes, she turns her back and bends deeply at
the waist. In this position she takes her time unstrapping her shoes. The sec-
ond stocking goes, followed by the garter belt.
I sit on the end of the bed and take her in my arms. Our tongues engage
and I slide a finger into her slit. Wrapping a hand around my dick, she starts
stroking it, She is ready for her massage. She lies on her back and I begin
with her temples. I work my way down her face and neck, taking extra time to
work the tension out of her shoulders. Her nipples are erect. My lips assist
as my hands work into the tight muscles at her waist. I change position and de-
vote my attention to her cunt. With finger and tongue I bring her to an abrupt
climax, then roll her over onto her stomach.
I warm a small pool of oil in my hand and run it between her cheeks to her
clit. I pull her up against my body and slide my cock into her slick pussy.
My oily hands work into her shoulders while we fuck, sliding slowly up and down
her spine, rolling each vertebra. Her hips buck against my cock. I pull her
closer, tucking her legs against her stomach. She raises her hips and lowers
her head to the bed, letting my in deeper. I bury the entire length into her.
Grasping her hips, I slide out until just my head is within her, then I
plunge back in. Out slowly, in fast. She moans and rises to my thrusts. She
begins to come and cries out her approval as I shoot a spray of come to fill
her up. She thrusts back into me, squeezing the come out of my dick. We col-
lapse with pleasure.
I fetch a warm cloth and wash her sticky pussy lips and the curls of her
mound. When I return from my own ablutions I find her asleep. I cuddle close
and pull the comforter over us. We missed dinner but I couldn't care less.
She shifts in her sleep and her hand closes around my flaccid member. Awak-
ening, she says she's hungry. I hand her a t-shirt and pull on my bathrobe as
we head for the kitchen.
We eat cold chicken and grapes on the floor of the hallway. She wipes fer
face on my bathrobe, then bobs lower to suck my cock. Unfortunately it is too
soon for any response. She stands and draws me to my feet. She leans into me,
knowing that my fingers never go flaccid. I slide one into her, then slide it
out. She's so wet!
We return to the bedroom and she lies down so that I can bury my face into
her thighs, pushing my finger back into her cunt. She sucks my cock until it
begins to stiffen. I suck her off to orgasm and she suggests that we finish
off with a more traditional position. I turn around and enter her.
She wants it deep and fast. I feel my orgasm start, strangely enough, in
my toes. It travels up my legs into my groin where it branches out into little
electric pulses from my balls to my cock where I explode into her churning
flesh.
Her final orgasm of the evening over, I prepare for sleep. Over her objec-
tions I don a shirt. My shoulders get cold at night. She offers to wrap her
thighs around them to keep them warm. We compromise by leaving the buttons
open. Settling down for the night, I promise her diner out tomorrow night.
She snickers. This isn't the first time we've missed dinner. I suggest that
we meet at the restaurant next time.
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