I felt myself growing anxious and excited as I approached his apartment, hoping that the mysterious gift he kept telling me about had arrived. Earlier in the week he told me that I would be in for a great surprise later in the week. All day during work I kept thinking about what he could have possibly bought for me. The anticipation was killing me and I quickly rushed inside.
Rick greeted me as I entered his apartment, acting quite normal. He was eleven years older, five inches taller and at least fifty pounds heavier than me. I loved how he made me feel small.
"How was your day?" He flashed a big smile; I could tell he was excited to see me.
"Oh just fine, it was nothing out of the ordinary." I was slightly nervous and spoke quickly. I took of my coat, hat and gloves.
"I'll take those from you," he approached me, took my coat and hung it up for me.
He returned, wrapped his strong arms around me and squeezed me slightly. I tilted my head up anticipating a kiss. Instead I felt his lips grazing against mine ever so slowly and then he pulled away.
"Don't think you'll get it so easy," he smirked.
My clit was tingling from his response. So this was how the night was going to be... I couldn't wait to continue.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his bedroom. He had four candles lit around the room and started to slowly undress me. He pulled off my soft, pink sweater and uncovered my simple white bra.
"What do we have here?" he said suggestively.
My nipples were popping through the bra and he started rubbing them with the palms of his hands. I let out a slight gasp and bit my lower lip. They were so sensitive his touch. I envisioned him nibbling and sucking on them slowly. My pussy lips were swelling and my clit was aching for his touch.
He moved his hands under my breasts and then lightly ran his fingers down my sides. I shivered as a chill shot down my spine. My nipples were fully erect now, I just wanted to rip off my bra and shove my tits in his face. But I knew I couldn't, he was in control.
"Your skin is so white and soft," I could feel his eyes staring, taking in every inch of me.
He started to grab my sides with more force. I loved how he was rough with me. Secretly, I enjoyed being pushed around and wanted him to take advantage of me, be his little slut and do whatever he wanted me to do.
He started running his fingers around the waist of my jeans; he kept sliding one finger underneath and then pulling it back. I started grinding my hips into him, rubbing my pussy against his thigh. My hand started to fumble for his cock.
"Not yet," he whispered and pushed my hand away.
After what seemed like an hour, he finally un-zippered my jeans, pushed them to the floor and I quickly stepped out of them. Standing in front of him wearing only my bra and underwear was such a vulnerable feeling, but quite arousing at the same time.
"You're such a naughty girl wearing little white cotton thong panties," he stood back and admired my appearance.
I smiled back at him playfully and posed a little for him, enjoying him watching me. Bending over I wiggled my round ass at him, rubbing my hand over my right cheek and slowly running my tongue around my upper lip, what a tease I was.
"I am a bad girl and you know it!" I walked towards him and nudged him onto his bed.
I straddled him, grabbed his hand and brought his index finger close to my mouth. Holding it out in front of me, I slowly licked it starting at the bottom and working all the way up to the top. Staring into his eyes I could tell this was turning him on immensely not to mention feeling his hard cock against the back of my thigh. Instantly, my hips continued to grind into him with more intensity.
Pulling me down on top of him, he rolled me over onto my back. We wiggled further back onto the bed. He moved himself down my body and I looked up to see his face about six inches away from my pussy, just staring at my panties.
"I'm so wet." I said teasingly.
"I can smell it."
