Mary and I had been friends for a while, I'm not sure quite how long. It started as a casual friendship, we met through mutual friends, and while there was a clear attraction neither of us was ready to take the first step. That changed last weekend, starting on Friday night out with dinner with friends. As the evening progressed Mary and I seemed to drift away from the rest of the conversation at the table and more to looks and small comments between us leading us to decide to leave together and grab a drink. After the expected jokes and catcalls from the group, we finally leave and we grab a bottle of wine next door before agreeing to return to my place.
But this story isn't about the bottle of wine, isn't about our very kinky conversations while we drank, and it isn't even about the fact Mary ended up spending the night. No, those while fun isn't what triggered me to try to write but instead the following morning that still leaves a smile on my face each time I think of it.
I'm a morning person so when I first stirred at the light of the early morning I was surprised to find Mary missing from the bed. I laid still for just a moment before I was sure she was not in the bathroom, before wondering if she had left. A quick sweep of the room revealed her top, her red lace bra, and her matching thong...but no signs of the black skirt she was wearing when we walked into the room. Convinced she was in the house I decided it was time to find her and thank her for last night.
Slipping out of the room without bothering to dress I walk towards the kitchen on a hunch and pause as I reach the doorway. Sure enough there she stood her long black hair across her shoulders, her soft skin moving with each breath, just a glimpse of her full round breasts visible from my vantage point. I take in the view, noting she is wearing the skirt, but nothing else as she is trying to start the coffee maker on the island. The view is intoxicating, the faint smell of her perfume still noticeable as I hatch a plan that has roots in one of our talks on the couch last night.
My plan formulated, I quickly and silently close the distance between our bodies. Stepping up behind her I see her shoulders start to turn and I quickly slide one hand around her throat and the second grasps her hip firmly as I press her into the counter in one smooth movement. Before she can even fully grasp what is going on I growl in her ear to hold onto the island and she whimpers an agreement and does so. Sensing she was ready to comply, I move my hand from her hip and quickly slide her skirt to the floor. As I do her exposed ass causes me to pause to admire how beautiful the sun from the window was falling across it as she wiggles from the feeling of being fully exposed. Shifting my body to the side somewhat I move the hand from her throat to buried in her hair and press her forward to better expose her curves.
Focused on nothing but her response I raise my hand before allowing it to fall against her ass with a loud pop that reverberates around us. As the skin begins to turn from its natural light tan to pink and then ultimately a crimson red the blows continue, changing pace and location so she is unable to anticipate and merely must focus on the sensations washing over her. After what was only a few minutes but probably felt like a lifetime I notice her breathing start to change, and her body shows signs of a quiver following each impact. Leaning in near her ear I remind her she must ask before she can cum and continue with increased pace. Finally, I give her hair a firm pull and land a brutal impact on the soft skin where the ass & thigh join that causes her to lift up onto her toes.