Panties And Pizza

I call you up and ask you what you're doing. You tell me you have no plans, so I ask if you want to come over. I'll order a pizza, get a bottle of wine, and we can watch a movie together. I run to the store while I wait for you to arrive and pick up the bottle of wine and some snacks. When you show up, you are wearing jeans and a tank top - perfect Arizona winter clothes. You look very beautiful, and I tell you so, pulling you close and holding you, so I can feel you against me. I can smell your shampoo and a hint of body spray, and it gives me a warm feeling throughout my body. I hold you tight and run my hands over your back, nuzzling your neck with my lips. You turn your head slightly and we kiss, the heat of our lips meeting, and we both smile, contentedly.

I notice you have a small bag with you and you tell me that you didn't know if you were going to feel like trying to drive home if we were going to drink wine, so you brought some stuff for overnight. I tell you that you can put the bag in my room until later on, and you walk towards my bedroom. I follow you, watching the way your ass moves in your jeans, noticing, not for the first time, how sexy you are. When we get to the bedroom, you set your bag down, and as you bend over, I move in behind you, playfully bumping against your ass with my groin. You catch my wrist with one hand and squeeze, inviting me to continue. You accent the invitation with a subtle pressure and a wiggle against my groin, which makes me shiver with anticipation.

I move my free hand up the back of your shirt, feeling your bare, smooth skin under my fingers, and lightly rake my nails down your back. I'm rewarded with a hiss of pleasure. I continue to move my hand down to your lower back, then down the curve of your ass, squeezing it firmly. You straighten your body up and lean back against me. I trace my hand up your side, to the side of your breast, where I can feel the fullness in my hand, feeling like it belongs there so perfectly. I don't squeeze or play, I just hold you in my hand, cherishing the sensation of you being so close to me. I am acutely aware of the heat of your ass against me, and the feeling of your body being so close. I pull my hand away from yours and wrap it in your long hair, firm and gentle, then pull your head to the side, exposing your neck. I kiss you there tenderly, lingering; fastening my lips to your neck and sucking hungrily. I won't leave a mark, not this time, but I want to.

I break the contact with your neck and whisper that we should go into the living room and start the movie before it gets too late. You smile coyly at me, place your hand on top of the one holding your breast and ask if I'm sure. I respond with another kiss, shorter this time, and a pat on your ass. The simple gesture promises more later without saying anything.

We walk out to the living room where I sit you down on the couch and caress your cheek, and run my fingers through your hair. I ask if you're ready for a glass of wine, and you say yes. I walk to the kitchen and pour us each a glass, then walk back out and hand you one while I sit next to you with my arm around your shoulders sipping my own glass. We sit in companionable silence for a while, and I gently knead your neck with my free hand while we sit there. I feel a slight buzz start to set in and it feels good to just be near you, relaxing with someone who is special to me. I ask you if you are ready for me to order the pizza and then we can start the movie. You tell me you are, so I order your favorite: a large Hawaiian and cheesy bread sticks. I start the movie, a scary one, so that you'll have an excuse to cuddle against me. We get a second glass of wine while we wait for the pizza, and we hold hands on the couch. While we watch the movie, occasionally we make eye contact and kiss. You bite my lip as we break the kisses, and it drives me wild. The wine has me feeling good and I'm doing all that I can not to literally rip the clothes off your body and take you.

A knock startles me - the pizza is here. I answer the door, get the pizza, and tip the guy. He sees you sitting on the couch and he tells me to have a good night, which I assure him I am going to. I set the pizza and bread sticks down on the coffee table and we dig in. While we eat, we continue to watch the movie, and eventually we are full. I take the pizza to the kitchen and put it away, then excuse myself to the restroom. I can't get the taste of you out of my head, and I want to kiss you again, so I brush my teeth and rinse my mouth out. When I walk out, you look so inviting and beautiful that once again, I want to take you right then and there. We finish the movie, and I ask if you want to watch another one. You tell me yes, and ask if we can have more wine, then go to the bedroom while I get it. I am waiting on the couch when you come back out, so I don't see you at first. As you come around the couch, I see that you have changed into a long shirt that you sleep in, and it buttons up the front. You sit down on the couch next to me, lean over and kiss me, long and slow, full of heat and passion. I ask if I should start the next movie, and you say that you don't know how much of the movie will get watched, and lay back against the arm of the couch.

Your sleep shirt falls back, exposing your thighs and a lacy pair of pink panties. My heart starts to pound in my chest, recognizing them from the pictures you took for me. I caress your calf, and trail a finger up your leg, towards your warmth. You don't move to stop me, only look at me with a hungry playfulness in your eyes. As my fingers trace lazy circles on your skin, I get closer and closer to my destination. Finally, I brush the fabric with my fingertips, and you gasp quietly. I can tell you are very aroused, just from the way you are breathing.

I rest my fingertips on the fabric and feel your heat through it, and a slight wetness. I trace the outline of your lips through the fabric and you wiggle your body so my fingers are pressed against you harder. Without saying anything, I work a finger inside the band of your panties and feel your wetness against my finger as I play with your clit. You open your legs wider to me, and I play some more, feeling you grow wetter as I touch your most intimate of places.

I pull you to a sitting position and begin to unbutton your shirt, from the bottom up. As I get to your chest, I see that you are wearing the matching bra, and when I have unbuttoned all the buttons, and the shirt is hanging open, I can see your nipples through the sheer fabric of the bra. I reach out and touch one, feeling it's hardness against my fingers. Leaning over, I bite your nipple through the fabric, feeling the roughness of the cloth under my tongue as your nipple swells and hardens even more. You make a small noise of desire and pleasure that catches my attention.

I look up to see you looking at me, biting your lip in obvious desire for me. I pull you to a position where you are straddling me, and pull your shirt away from your body and throwing it to the side. Now you are straddling me in just your pink bra and panties. You lean in and kiss me, our tongues meeting and playing. I can feel the heat from your pussy on my groin and the sensation makes me hard. You reach down to my shirt and pull it up and over my head, breaking the kiss just long enough to get the shirt past my face.

I run my hands across your back, touching you, pulling you close and holding you there. Then I run my hands down your back, across your lower back, and hold you by your hips, pressing you against my hardness. You respond by beginning to rock back and forth on my cock, fucking me through our clothes, letting my hardness stimulate your clit. But I need more, and without a sound, I reach up to your bra and unhook it and pull it off in one smooth motion. You assist me by pulling your arms out and then leaning back against my chest, pressing your warm skin and hard nipples against my body while you continue to rock against me.

I can smell your perfume quite plainly now, and the clean scent is as intoxicating as any wine. I whisper in your ear that I want to be inside of you, and you roll back onto the couch. I stand and then begin to unbutton my pants. As they fall away, you pull my boxers down and my manhood springs free, right in your face. Without hesitation, you take me into your mouth, and the sensation of warm, wet pleasure makes me even harder. I moan as you work your mouth up and down my shaft, looking down at you and caressing your hair as you do. You look up and me and as we make eye contact, a warm feeling spreads through my body, and I know I need to be in you right now.

I take you by the arm and pull, and you, understanding my need, stand. I put my fingers in your panties and pull them down and off of you, throwing them to the side as well. Now we are both naked, and I pull you to me, and kiss you, claiming you while my manhood presses between us.

You place your hand on my chest and push me back down onto the couch. I hold your other hand in mine and pull you down with me. You straddle me, and begin to rock back and forth on me, your wetness lubricating my length, then you lift your hips up and sink down onto me. Your desire and wetness makes it easy for you to slide all the way to the base of my cock and as I fill you, we both gasp. We sit there like that for a moment, and let our juices mix while I swell inside of you. You lean forward and whisper in my ear, then kiss me. I place a hand on your breast, playing gently with your nipple, and the other hand I place at the small of your back. As you rock on me, I keep pulling you back. We don't last very long this time, and I cry out that I am going to cum. As I begin cumming and filling you with my cum, your orgasm is triggered and you cum with me. I whisper that I'm sorry, and you say not to worry, because you are staying for the whole weekend, then lean in to kiss me again...