Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

With his arm behind my back, his hand on my hip, we walked silently towards what appeared to have been a single house that had been converted into apartments. We went in the front door into a small entryway and climbed up a narrow set of stairs to his place. When we went in, I looked around, catching a view of the kitchen. The table was full of clutter, but the rest of the place wasn’t as messy as he’d led me to believe. I was expecting to see balled up socks and underwear thrown on the floor. It looked like the only underwear that was going to be tossed on the floor would be mine and, honestly, I was looking forward to that.

I took off my sweater; he took it and went to hang it up while I wandered into the living room. I set my purse down on the floor alongside the couch and then sat down and waited for him to come back. When he did he asked if I would like a drink.

“I don’t have the fixings for a Bellini, but I do have Scotch, Canadian Whiskey, and vodka. There’s beer too, but you don’t strike me as a beer drinker.”

“If you’ve got ginger ale, a highball will do,” I told him.

I sat and waited until he came back with the drinks. He sat down next to me and I kind of leaned against him as he put his arm around my shoulders. We sat there sipping our drinks and making small talk. I was beginning to wonder if I’d misread the situation, when finally he decided to make his move. He leaned over towards me to give me a kiss. I put a hand on his chest to hold him back. I think he thought I was trying to stop him; far from it. I took a sip of my drink, then leaned forward and set my glass down on the floor, out of the way. When he saw this he did likewise.

When we both straightened up I turned slightly towards him as he put his arm back around my shoulders. This time when he leaned in for a kiss, there was no hand stopping him, quite the opposite, I slid one arm around his back while one hand rested on the crook of his neck; the beginnings of a welcoming embrace. I tipped my head a little awaiting his kiss.

The moment our lips met, wasting no time, I slid my tongue forward into his mouth, seeking his. I held him tightly as our tongues made love to each other, stroking, probing, and sliding across each other. I could feel my heart beat speeding up, and a taught sensation in my breasts as my nipples began hardening. And then there was that peculiar slightly quivery feeling in my abdomen that I get during arousal. I knew I was ready, everything that would happen from here was going to be pure gold.

When our lips separated, I felt his fingertips brush softly across my cheek and up to my forehead, lightly sweeping hair aside before kissing my on the neck. He started at my jawline, then moved to the base of my neck, finally pressing his lips into the hollow of my throat, sending chills through me every step of the way. Then he began gently nibbling on my earlobe, I heard myself moan out loud at that. I started involuntarily squirming my hips and legs slightly in response to this stimulation.

I felt his hand, first rubbing my knee, then slowly making its way up my inner thigh caressing me as it went. I squirmed some more in sheer anticipation. His hand went past the lacy stocking top, I felt my stomach tighten when it touched my bare flesh. I was glad I wore stockings rather than my usual pantyhose, the sensation was electric. His hand lingered there, caressing the sensitive flesh of my upper inner thigh before moving on. I inhaled sharply when he began rubbing my pussy through the fabric of the crotch of my panties. I was so aroused at that point that alone was almost enough to get me off; almost but not quite.

Removing his hand from my crotch, he reached around me and unhooked the top of my dress. I leaned forward to make it easier for him as he unzipped me. He slowly pushed the dress back off of my shoulders, then helped me pull my arms out of the sleeves. I raised myself up slightly, sliding it down to my knees. Then sitting back down, raised first one leg, then the other out of it. He took the dress from my hands and, folding it clumsily, reached over and set it on a nearby table. I thought it was nice that even at a time like this he was making an effort to be respectful of my clothes.

When he turned back to me I tried to strike as coquettish a pose as possible. I never claimed to be drop dead gorgeous, but sitting there in just pumps, stockings, panties, and bra, I knew I was presenting an enticing picture. Reaching over my shoulder, I unhooked my bra, pushed the straps off, and let it fall to my lap. I brushed it off onto the floor. As I said earlier, I knew my underwear would wind up down there before the night was over.

He slid his arm back around me again and kissed me. While our tongues sensuously stroked each other, his free hand cupped my breast, gently massaging and jiggling it with his palm pressed against my erect nipple. I was slowly, blissfully engulfed by a wave of erotic sensations. He kissed his way downward in a trail; my lower lip, chin, upper throat, lower throat, finally reaching my breasts.

His tongue began deliciously tantalizing my nipples one at a time, circling them, flicking back and forth across them, and just plain licking them. He then started kissing them and sucking on them, his tongue still highly active. One of his hands slipped into my panties caressing my pussy, slipped between the lips, finding my clitoris and gently pressing down on it. I slumped back on the couch, moaning softly, virtually helpless under his ministrations. I was rubbing my hand on his back, over his shirt. Somewhere in my mind I was wondering why he was still wearing his shirt, but as his finger continued to manipulate my clitoris I stopped worrying about it as I became even more aroused losing myself in the sensual delights I was experiencing.

He began kissing his way back up, retracing his earlier downward trail; cleavage, throat, chin, lips.

When he kissed my lips, I came back to life, throwing my arms around him, aggressively hugging him briefly. Then, still joined at the lips with our tongues engaged in erotic play, I pulled my arms back and slid them between us. Tugging at his belt, I unbuckled it, undid the front of his pants and yanked them open as far as I could. Reaching in I clutched his erect cock, squeezing it tightly. Now it was his turn to lean back as I began moving my hand slowly up and down. When he stopped kissing me and leaned back I got my first real view of it. Erect, strong, and clean looking, it sent a thrill through me. It was like some sort of magnet, attracting me, drawing me towards it. I shifted back on the couch, then wordlessly pushed on his hip, indicating for him to move over, to give me room. Once he did this, I turned sideways and bent down and kissed the object of my desire.

Once my lips touched the head, I couldn’t stop. Tipping my head sideways, I began running my lips up and down the shaft, kissing and licking as I went, occasionally rubbing my cheek against it the way a cat does around something it likes. When I heard him groan, I knew it was time to get serious.

I paused long enough to kiss the head one more time, then took his cock into my mouth as deep as I could without gagging and began bobbing my head up and down slowly. All the while my tongue was running insanely wild, caressing the length of his hard-on as my mouth moved up and down. I felt his hand on my back, then it moved upwards over my neck to the back of my head. I thought for a moment he was either going to grab a fistful of my hair, or try jamming my head down on his cock. I hate both these things and have been known to use pressure from my teeth, threatening to bite down if someone tries to skull fuck me. When it comes to a blow job, I feel the one doing the sucking should be in charge. He fooled me however, merely running his hand through my hair tenderly, occasionally moving down to stroke my cheek. Then there was the throb as several healthy gobs of cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed quickly.

I know a lot of women don’t like to swallow, but I never understood that. If you take the dick into your mouth, you might as well let him cum into it, and if he cums in your mouth you might as well swallow it; it only makes sense. I never got any great thrill out of it other than knowing most guys like it when you do, and since I’m not going to blow someone unless I like him, why wouldn’t I make it as thrilling for him as I can?

I sat up, then reached down for my drink. I swirled to first sip around in my mouth to rinse it out, then downed the rest in a large gulp. When I set the empty glass down, he reached over, placed his hand behind my neck and kissed me. It’s awesome when a guy will kiss you after you just got done blowing him, I was beginning to like him more and more. Letting him pick me up in the bar hadn’t been a mistake.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.