Dinner

Writer's note: This isn't really a story, just another stream of consciousness that I poured out for a friend. She wanted sex from thousands of miles away, and so this is what I gave her. I edit my own stuff right now, so any spelling or grammar mistakes are mine. This story is aimed at her, not anyone else. Your Mileage May Very.

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I wound my way through tree-lined streets, the kind of old oaks that east coast cities seem to have. Trees that spread their canopy over the entire street, not just the sidewalks. These things had been there long before my grandpa was a twinkle in his daddy's eye, and would probably outlive me. The houses were newer. Maybe new-ish. Either rebuilt or built long after the street and the trees were there.

You'd invited me over for dinner, and like usual, I took the long way. When you're on a motorcycle it's the only real way to go. Take your time, enjoy the ride. The interstate is always full of idiots and other assorted self-absorbed jerks, and I didn't want to be around them. So it's side road and state highways for me, as long as I could ride them.

I pulled up to your house and knocked on the door. You opened it and your face lit up in a huge smile. You pulled me in and gave me a good long hug before you let me remove my jacket and riding gear, and then went in for another hug. I wrapped my arms around you and held you tight for a good long time. You felt good in my arms. Damn good. Good enough that I could feel my body reacting to being that close to you and feeling your breath on my neck. I brushed my lips down your neck and was rewarded by hearing you take a quick breath. You slid your hand up to the back of my head and held me there, keeping my lips in contact with your skin. I kissed up your neck to your ear, my hands sliding down your back until I could cup your ass and pull you in tighter. Just this little bit of contact with you had me hard as a rock, and you could feel the length of me pressing against you. You gave a light moan and rubbed your hips against me. The sensation made my head swim. I nipped at your neck, and whispered into your ear, "Shit, I want you so bad right now. I want to take you right here in the doorway, up against the wall."

You shivered at that, and asked "Don't you want to wait until we're in the bedroom?"

"No. That will be round two."

I cupped your face in my hand and pulled you in for a kiss, pressing you back against the wall. My hands slid down to your hips as we kissed and I slowly undid the front of your pants. I pushed them down over your hips, taking your panties with them, and you managed to slide one leg out of them. I kissed you again and you were tearing at my belt, unzipping my fly and sliding my pants down. You reached down and wrapped your hand around my cock and I groaned as you stroked me slowly. My fingers went between your legs and dipped between your pussy lips, feeling the growing wetness.

"You like knowing I want you so bad, don't you?"

All you could do was nod as my fingers rubbed you, sliding over your clit and then back inside you. I kissed you one more time and then I grabbed your ass and lifted you up, holding you between me and the wall. You wrapped your legs around me and held on to my shoulders, using the wall for support. I looked into your eyes as I slowly lowered you down on to my cock, penetrating you bit by bit until I was sheathed in you. You whimpered as I started thrusting, your hands gripping my shirt as I moved, my hands still cupping your ass and holding you up. Your face was flushed and I leaned forward to kiss you again as we found a rhythm, our bodies moving as one. I couldn't go too fast, but each time I slid inside you it sent electricity through my body. We kept the kiss going as I slowly thrust into you over and over, until I felt your legs shaking from keeping yourself braced against me.

I looked at you and slowly slid out of you. I set you down, letting you get your legs underneath you, and then I took your hand and led you to the living room. I faced you away from me and bent you over the couch, just enough for me to slide inside you again, and this time I was able to grab your hips as I thrust. Your braced yourself against the couch as I increased my speed, thrusting faster and harder bit by bit until I was ramming myself inside you. You were letting out little cries with every thrust, and your sounds made me crazy with lust. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of your pussy around my cock, your skin under my hands, and the sounds you made as I took you like an animal. I could feel your legs trembling again and I wrapped one arm around your waist to support you as I kept thrusting, panting from the exertion and the desire that was in control of my brain. You felt so good that I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. I was getting close, and you knew it. You arched your back so I could thrust even deeper inside you. I rammed myself into you one last time as I came, my mind going blank from the pleasure of it, and you collapsed on to the couch as your orgasm hit you just after mine.

We stayed like that for a while, coming back to reality. I slid out of you and helped you up off the couch. Both of us were still breathing hard, and I kissed you again. "God, I needed you. I'd say you have no idea, but...."

You giggled. "Yeah, I think I have an idea!" We got re-dressed and slowly made our way into the kitchen. We made dinner, and after we'd eaten we opened up a bottle of wine. You were leaning against the counter, swirling the wine in your glass. I didn't know if you did it on purpose or if you just didn't know what you were doing, but all your curves were on display. Your breasts, the curve of your hip, your ass in those blue jeans; you were just a perfect picture of sultry beauty. It made my body twitch again. I leaned over and cupped your face again, running my thumb over your lips. You smiled, a little confused but eager to see where I was going. I kissed you, and said "I'm going to make you cum again. Right here. Before we make it to the bedroom."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yeah. I am. Face the counter."

You faced the counter and I stepped up behind you, placing my hands on your hips and then sliding them to the front of you, running them over your belly up to your breasts. I pressed myself against you as I caressed your breasts through your shirt, then slowly moved my hands down and undid your pants again. I pushed them down just a little bit, and then slowly slid my fingers under the waistband of your panties. I could see you biting your lip as my fingers brushed your skin, going lower until I was stroking your pussy lips for the second time that night. I ran my finger between your pussy lips and you were dripping wet, my cum and yours mixed together from our first session. I circled your clit with my fingertip and watched you shiver. You pressed yourself back against me and you could feel that I was hard again. You reached your hand back to undo my belt and I pushed it away.

"No. I'm going to do this to you, and you will stand there and enjoy it."

Your breathing got faster as I said that, and you put your hands on the counter. My fingers went back to exploring your clit and your hips began rocking against the pressure. I slid my fingers further down and pushed them into you, feeling the liquid heat of your pussy around my fingers. Your panties were soaked with our cum and this new round of desire. I pumped my fingers in and out of your pussy, the palm of my hand rubbing against your clit every time my fingers went inside you. I could hear you whimpering with each push. I brushed your hair to the side with my other hand, and then leaned forward so I could speak into your ear. "I'm going to take your breath away now. Do you understand?" You nodded, but I wasn't quite sure you knew what I wanted to do. "If you want me to stop, you tap my arm. You won't be able to speak. So tap my arm. Do you understand?"

You nodded again, and I slid my hand under your breasts, feeling your curves, and then sliding it higher. Higher, until I could wrap my hand around your throat. I could feel your pulse hammering under my fingers, and I began to apply pressure. You could feel the calluses on my hands against your skin, my hard and rough against your soft and smooth. I could hear you breathing faster and faster until I cut the sound off, squeezing your throat and pushing my fingers deep inside you at the same time. I kept the pressure on for a few seconds more and then released it, letting you breath again. I could hear you muttering as you took rapid breaths in and out. "Oh fuck yes. Fuck. Fuck yes. Oh fuck." I smiled, and wrapped my hand around your throat again and slowly began to squeeze. I could hear your breath getting tighter and tighter until I had enough pressure to cut it off again.

I let it go a little longer than the last time, and I could see your hand starting to lift so I released the pressure and you fell forward on the counter taking deep gasping breaths. I wrapped my arm around you and lifted you up so I could continue fucking you with my fingers. You were so wet I could feel your juices running down the insides of your thighs. Your legs were trembling, your entire body quivering as I kept sliding my fingers in and out of you, pressing my hand against your clit. I slid my hand back to your throat and asked "Are you enjoying yourself?"

You licked your lips and gasped out a "yes".

"Yes, what?"

You licked your lips again and opened your mouth to speak but my fingers in your pussy was making it difficult for you to form words. I leaned forward. "The proper response is Yes, Sir. Now, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes sir!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head. "No Sir!"

"Good girl...." I was rock hard again, and you could feel me pressed up against your ass. I kept my fingers moving inside you as I squeezed your throat again, slowly cutting off the air until I couldn't hear you breathing anymore. I held you like that for a good while, continuing to fuck you with my fingers, until I felt you had had enough and I took my hand away. Your knees almost buckled and I wrapped my arm around you to keep you upright. I curled my fingers in your pussy as I slid them In and out, letting the palm of my hand grind against your clit instead of just rubbing it. Your entire body was shaking and I could hear you gasping and whimpering as I brought you close to the edge. I growled into your ear, "Cum for me. Cum for me NOW!" and a moment later I felt your orgasm hit you, your clit throbbing against my hand, your pussy clenching around my fingers. I kept sliding them in and out of you, keeping your orgasm going as long as your body would let it go. You finally collapsed, your legs going limp and I held you in my arms to keep you from falling. We stayed like that for a while, until your heartbeat slowed down to normal.

You finally were able to stand again, leaning against the counter, and I put your wine glass in front of you. You took a sip while you composed yourself, and then turned around to face me. Your pants were still undone, your clothing askew. You reached down and ran your hand over my erection, feeling it through my pants. I smiled.

"I do believe I mentioned round two. In your bedroom..."