Stacey paced back and fourth in her living room, naked and shaking with anticipation. It had been far too long since she felt the touch of a man. The woman who she had devoted most of her time and energy to for the past several months was amazing, but lacked the raw dominant energy she craved. He would be there any minute, her hands made sheepish passes between her legs but hesitantly withdrew before she could give in to the lure of self pleasure. After all this time, she was going to save it all for him.
Their relationship was brief, but unforgettable. They had little chemistry as a couple but couldn't be more in tune as friends and lovers, however their last evening together had been uncomfortable and eventless. They were both ready to move on, her to a woman and a new avenue of her sexuality, him to the sexy redhead a friend set him up with. They parted amicably and remained friends, although slightly distanced. That would all change tonight, Kyle would be at her door at any moment any all bets were off.
She had approached him nervously through text message, they were both single and she couldn't restrain her thoughts from drifting back to those times he left her feeling blissfully violated. Kyle accepted, they set a date and he left her just a couple simple instructions. 1. If she wanted anal sex she was to clean herself thoroughly and leave a bottle of lubricant on her night table. 2. She was to answer the door naked. Easy enough, she had washed earlier and spent some time with her favorite butt plug only removing it a few minutes before he was due to arrive so she would be ready when the time came. And then...the time came.
Stacey's cell phone buzzed, it was Kyle, and the door to her building was locked. "FUCK" she almost screamed at the top of her lungs. Her apartment was the first door on the right once entering the building, and only a few feet away. She had been told to answer the door naked and had every intention of complying, but to go through with it now would mean the risk of exposing herself to anyone on her floor with impeccable timing. It's not like she's ventured into her hallway to retrieve him in various states of exposure before, but to walk out into the foyer completely naked? The idea both excited horrified her. She thought it over, and over, and over before throwing on a t-shirt and boy shorts. Someday she would have that courage but she wasn't quite there just yet. She checked herself in the mirror quickly, the shirt was tight and without a bra her arousal was very obvious. She might not be following orders, but anyone who caught her was in for a show regardless.
She ran out and swung the door open, and there he was. They looked at each other and smiled for a moment, and then she noticed his eyes glowed with beautifully evil intentions. "I thought I told you to come to the door naked" he said powerfully and playfully all at once. "I know but you were locked out all the way out here and I didn't know..." Kyle cut her off with a hand on the back of her head and a kiss fueled by urgency. He then turned her around and guided her hands to the wall just outside her apartment door, and in one swift motion before she could protest pulled the tight shorts straight down and off, tossing them inside and exposing her anyone who might be heading their way.
She was shocked, completely unable to respond. She was afraid one of her neighbors would walk out and see her in this compromising situation, but at the same time strangely hoped at least one of them would. She could see the private salvation of her apartment just inches away but was powerless to even think about making a run for it. Kyle leaned in, his hands on hers and whispered into her ear, "I've been here five seconds and you're already misbehaving". Stacey was tempted to apologize but was still too stunned to know what to do. Then came the first slap on her naked ass, her only response was a loud gasp followed by darting eyes and heavy breathing. Kyle slowly rubbed her now stinging backside while continuing to speak softly to her. "What am I ever going to do with you?" WHACK. The second spank sent a shill down her legs, first she gasped for breath and then let out a telling moan. She was enjoying this much more then she even knew. Kyle's hand reached around her waist and he lightly ran a finger up and down the length of her slit. Her legs nearly buckled at his slight touch, she didn't realize how wet she was until he brought his hand to her face and directed the single finger to her mouth. She sucked her own juices off his finger hungrily, almost whimpering when he returned his hand to her wanting cunt. He pressed his finger back and her entrance and paused. It was like torture, Stacey turned her lips inward and bit down, she felt like she could scream, and then she almost did as Kyle slipped his single finger insider her.
As he brought this had back to her mouth for a second helping Kyle couldn't help but notice her scent. It was intoxicating, she reeked of sex and it drove him wild. He watched her lick and suck herself off of his hand and couldn't wait any longer for a taste of his own. He dropped to his knees and for a second just stared at her pussy just inches from his face. It was beautiful, inviting and best of all positively dripping. He noticed a small trail of wetness making its was down her inner thigh and reached for the end with his tongue. As he slowly traced it back to the source Stacey was losing her mind. He finally reached the top and helped himself to a desperate lick of her folds she had to hold her hands tightly over her face tightly to keep from screaming in the openness of her building. Kyle quickly turned her around by her hips and greedily devoured her wetness while she fought desperately to stay on her feet and keep quiet. She pulled her shirt up and covered her face with it for a moment before ripping it off and pressing the bunched material to her mouth to muffle her moans. Stacey was completely naked and very exposed to the world, but she didn't care anymore. The tongue darting in and out of her was the only thing that existed in her world, she needed more.
Stacey grabbed Kyle's hair and pulled his face from her groin. It was slick with her natural lubricant and that was the last straw, she was going to get fucked and there would be no more games. Kyle met her lustful gaze and stood as she took his hand and led him inside the apartment, walking ahead of her as she closed the door behind her, finally alone with the only thing that mattered at that moment. Kyle stood in her living room, seemingly dazed, perhaps drunk on the flavor of the woman who stood in front of him. Stacey walked up and wrapped her arms around him tightly, as they kissed she could taste her essence on his breath. No more waiting, she pulled his shirt off over his head and fumbled with his belt. Kyle took over removing his belt and unzipping his jeans. Before he could even fully remove his pants Stacey pushed him down onto the couch and tugged his boxers down. She made one long lick up Kyle's shaft and upon reaching the end of the cock she had been dreaming about all this time, devoured as much as she could all at once. She bucked her head up in down, devouring it like she was starving, and she was. Kyle knew what she really wanted. He pushed her to her knees and stood in front of her, teasing just for a few seconds before thrusting himself towards the back of her throat, holding her head steady as he fucked her mouth just as he would her pussy very shortly.
