This is for my wife's best friend whom I've loved for over 10 years now.
The text came through as I was peeling potatoes. I knew it was you by your special tone I had assigned. I finished the last two spuds, dried my hands and grabbed for the phone, curious as to what you may want.
"Apparently you've wanted me for a long time! Be at my place by 2:55 or you'll never have me."
2:55? It's 2:52 now. I've wasted 2 minutes since the text came through. Racing to the bathroom, a swig of mouth wash, quick look at the hair and a glance down checking I'm wearing good undies. Done.
Grabbing the keys I race to the door. Slamming it behind me as I head for the van. My heart is pumping. It's 2:53. Luckily traffic is almost non existent, and I reach your place in record time. Jump from the van, and make it to your front door too scared to look at my watch. You are standing inside your front door smiling.
"I knew you'd make it. Andrew is with His father all day and Kate is staying at her boyfriends. And I know Anne won't be home from work until 6. So I'll have all the time I'll need."
I stop and process that last comment. "all the time you'll need?"
Your voice brings me back to the moment. "Get inside and strip." You commanded.
I went inside and nearly dislocated my arm racing to get my top off. Kick off my shoes, remove socks ( nothing sexy about a naked man in socks), smiling at you I pull down my pants. Then as I hook my thumbs into the elastic of my boxers you tell me "Leave them on! I don't need to see your pathetic little dick"
"Go in and lie on the floor, I'll be out in a minute."
You came back, disappointingly still fully dressed, but holding something. I'm trying to decide if it's a scarf or just a piece of material. Regardless of what it is, you tell me to sit up and blind fold me.
"Lie down. You will do exactly what I say or we will never do this again."
I lay down and wait. I can hear you moving. Then I hear your zipper and the noise of your pants coming down. More movement and I can picture you removing your panties. My mouth must have been open because suddenly you jamb your scrunched panties into it. The sudden movement gave me a fright and you laugh quietly.
"So you enjoy giving oral!" It's a statement rather than a question because you know all about my sad little sex life.
"Well today I'm going to give your tongue a work out, but probably not the way you were expecting" with that you rip your panties from my mouth.
Thinking to my self, what the hell do you mean, you start moving. Climbing over me. Your foot brushes my ear and I think you are now sitting astride me, facing my feet.
"You are probably expecting eat my pussy, but I've got another idea. I want you to lick my bum." you tell me.
With that you ease your self down and lean to one side and your left cheek brushes my mouth.
You probably think you are punishing me by doing this, but I have dreamt of your ass since Bali. You were sunbaking in your pink bikini and your bottoms were down a little, exposing about one inch of crack. That image has filled my head many a lonely night.
"Stick your tongue out and lick me." with that you move your body up and down and I strain forward with my tongue out licking your smooth, soft left cheek.
Moving across you bring your right cheek to my face and I show it the same loving attention.
I am in heaven and the tent in my boxers give me away. You must notice this because you grab my penis through my shorts and squeeze really hard.