"Well, shit!" I sighed as I rolled onto my back to squint at the red glow that would soon become numbers. These numbers would once again inform me that I was still awake past midnight whilst my wife slept soundly in my arms. I envied her that ability; in all the time we'd been together she'd never struggled to get to sleep – I was always the one listening to her slow, rhythmic breathing.
Usually I'd end up getting out of bed and watching TV, reading or finding some porn that appealed to my tastes and wanking before falling asleep on the couch. Or some combination of the aforementioned. I would always give Georgie a big hug before I got out of bed, but tonight as I got to the hugging stage I realised that I didn't want to get out of bed. As I held her to me, my mind ran away to the first time I'd been in this position, and how long I'd wanted to be there.
I'd worked with Georgia for a few months, and I'll admit that when I first saw her my mind took the low road, and I wondered what she'd look like naked, whether she'd be any good in bed – the usual things that a man thinks when he sees an attractive woman. However, as we spent more time together, I realised that she was perfect for me, or as near as was possible.
I eventually got the nerve up to ask her out and we went to the cinema, cliché I know, but in a small town it was that or the pub, which was already pencilled in as a second date, should the first one go well. I don't remember what the film was that we saw, for the simple reason that neither of us spent much time watching it. Though we were both in our mid-twenties, we behaved like a couple of horny teenagers!
As soon as the lights dimmed we started kissing, hands were roaming freely over each other's bodies and by the time the trailers and adverts were finished, I had a handful of boob, and Georgie was working to open my jeans. Luckily the cinema was small and not many people bothered with it, preferring the bigger multiplexes in the neighbouring towns and cities. Apart from a few people dotted about in the rows in front of us, we had the place to ourselves.
It wasn't long before Georgie had pulled her bra out of her sleeve and pushed my head to her exposed breasts. I took one in each hand as she continued to pump up and down on my cock with her fist, bringing it to her mouth for more spit-lube every so often. I took her left nipple in my mouth first, rolling it between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth. I moved to the right and started to circle it with my tongue – there was an audible gasp as a lull in dialogue and dramatic music coincided with my change in pace.
We both froze for a second before realised either nobody heard, or nobody cared. I continued to lick, suck and nibble on Georgie's breasts as she continued to stroke my cock. She pushed me away from her and lowered her head to my crotch. She gently kissed the tip before parting her lips and practically inhaling my dick. In one swift movement I could feel myself pressing against the back of her throat and heard a quiet gagging sound as she adjusted to my size.
I've never thought of myself as particularly well endowed, but I'd never been deep throated before either. This was the first time I'd ever felt a girl's tongue and lips on my balls while it was enveloped in the warmth of her mouth – it felt incredible, and I wasn't sure if I'd last much longer as her throat opened and closed, pulsating around my shaft as she breathed. Just as I was about to pull her up, she lifted her mouth off me and smiled. Her look suggested that she knew how close I'd been, and she was chuffed that she'd made me feel that way.
She gripped the shaft of my cock again as she lowered her head and started to slide her mouth up and down on it. Her hand and mouth moved in unison as she sped up, seemingly determined to make me cum. Sure enough, a matter of minutes later I felt the impending orgasm, and grabbed the back of her head. She groaned as I pushed her down on my cock and again as I filled her mouth with my cum. I could feel her swallow it and then start to lick and suck me clean as I released my grip on her head.
When she'd finished, she sat up straight, pulled her t-shirt back down over her boobs and raised her eyebrows as she tilted her head in the direction of the door – the universal code for 'shall we get out of here?' I stood up, taking her hand, and made for the exit. It wasn't until we'd walked past the OAP volunteer in the kiosk that I looked across at her and realised that she had a string of my cum on her bottom lip and chin – and not a thin wisp either. There was no way the old lady at the ticket desk could have missed that!
Georgie had a mischievous grin on her face as she said "She probably can't even remember what a cock looks like, let alone the taste of jizz!" She wiped the remains from her chin and licked her hand clean. I shook my head and started making a beeline for my house. We didn't make it. Instead Georgie pulled me into the alleyway between a pub and a shop and started kissing me.
I pushed her into a doorway and pinned her hands above her head with my left hand as my right roamed down her body and hitched her skirt up. I could see the burning embers in her eyes as I rubbed my hand against her panties and kissed her lips, her ears, her neck – anywhere I could reach without letting go of her hands.
I'd held back much longer than I'd thought possible when I found the material of her panties bunched in my hand. One sharp tug and a groan from Georgie later, and they were nothing but a scrap of material in my hand. I tucked them into my pocket and took half a step backwards so I could see my prize.
Georgie obviously had a sense of humour – I knew this from our conversations, but as my eyes worked down from her face, past her cleavage to her pussy I saw that she had shaved her pubic hair into a skull and cross bones. Now was not the time to comment upon it – I wanted to feel that pussy, to taste it and of course, to fuck it.
