I get there first.  I like to do this.  It’s the polite thing to do; ensure a lady isn’t kept waiting.  We spot each other and greet.  You take a seat and we just sit for a moment looking at each other.  A waitress brings menus and we take a cursory glance, coffee and croissants. Not that they even matter.

The conversation starts off slowly.  Just lots of appeasing glances at first. Then it warms up.  Then it becomes laden with innuendo.

A finger brushes against the back of a hand. Then trails across a wrist.  A glance becomes a gaze and then becomes a signal.  A foot trails up the inside of a leg. A lower lip gets bitten.

We know what comes next. Your place is closer. This is your local spot.  You walked here.  You get into the car with me. Before I turn the key you take my hand.  Put my fingers to those dangerously curved lips. And suck them into your mouth. Eyes pinning me down. The inside of your mouth is hot and wet, your tongue snakes and wraps around my fingers in ways that make me wonder about what we will get up to.

You take my hand and put it between your legs, under your skirt.  The downy thatch is a passing thrill to my finger tips as you put my finger inside you and start to move your hips around my hand.

Our eyes are clamped together. All I can hear is your breathing and moaning.  My hand comes away drenched in you.  But before I get a taste you put my fingers back in your mouth and suck the clean.  Then kiss me so deeply.  I can taste your pussy on your mouth.  I nearly come in my pants.   

The drive back to your place is the longest ten minutes of my life and it feels like you are dawdling with the keys.

We barely have the door closed behind us and we are already in each other.  Arms and legs wrapping around each other. Hips grinding against hips. Mouths locked.  Tongues raiding mouths.  Hands marauding bodies under clothes.

You pull away.  Take my belt in your hand and lead me to your bedroom.  You sit on the edge of the bed in front of me and open the front of my pants.  You take a moment to look at how hard I am. Letting me twitch in your hand.  Then guzzle my cock. I can hear you gagging as I hit the back of your throat.  I can feel every inch of your mouth as you work from tip to base.  With one hand cradling my balls and a finger tickling behind them.

Before I explode you pull away and we just tear clothes off of each other.  You get on all fours.  You’re such a good girl.  I get behind you and fuck you hungrily.  I look down and see that as you clench me you have the prettiest little asshole I have ever seen winking at me.  I pull out and just plunge my tongue into her. Tasting this unspeakable yet sublime corner of your body.  I can feel her letting my tongue enter.  There isn’t an inch of you holy enough for me not to sample not to enjoy.  No flavours are forbidden.

I push my cock back inside you.  You spread your cheeks for me like the good little girl you are.  I put my thumb in your little asshole.  And slowly fuck you as I turn that thumb in wide delicious arcs, feeling you squeeze it spasmodically.

The noises you make as you come are the bestial moans of an animal in heat.  Wave after wave stutter from your body as I fuck you into oblivion.

I’m about to come now myself.  I pull out and flip you over. You offer me your breasts like a good girl and I just let loose.  Covering you from your chin all the way down to your bush.