New Year's resolutions -- 2
Tuesday, January 3rd, 8:10 PM
"Park Avenue 7283, tonight, eight fifteen," I softly repeat to myself.
I check my watch. Ten past eight. And so I drive on, started the fifth circle around the block.
Am I crazy? Is this a practical joke? Will she be there, waiting with a bunch of friends, with me as the victim for some TikTok joke? Or did she just give me a random address, and while I face some strangers who have no idea why I ring their door?
But I
have to try. I
have
to know. If I don't do this now, then I'm sure I'll have regrets for the rest of my life over the opportunity I might have missed. Yes, if she is pranking me, then I might regret that for the rest of my life too, but then at least I am certain. And, who knows, what if this is
not
a prank?
Finally, it's fifteen past eight. Time. I park my car and get out. I nervously check my clothes one more time. A clean pair of jeans. A nice shirt on top of it. No tie or bow, that would be way too formal. A warm coat, because the evening is chilly. My teeth freshly brushed, my beard neatly trimmed, and my best smelling after shave -- yes, I have done all that I can to look my best. Reassured, I ring the bell.
It doesn't take long before I hear footsteps. Sounds like someone descending stairs. Then I hear a door open and close, followed by steps in the hallway, as I see, through the frosted glass, the silhouette of someone approaching the door. And then the door opens. I can't suppress a sigh of relief as I see it's indeed her who opens the door. The woman I met this morning in the gym. The woman I fucked without even knowing her name.
She's wearing a light dress that hangs loosely on her body. Her cleavage is deep enough that her breasts are only very barely covered. Above her breasts, two thin straps go up to her neck. Her shoulders and arms are bare, as is most of her legs -- her dress ends just barely underneath her crotch.
"Ah, you came. Good! Come in!"
I wordlessly step into the hallway. As she closes the door, I see that her back is even more exposed than her front. The fabric of her dress starts just an inch or so above her buttocks. Then she turns back towards me. She doesn't say anything either, but she does close her arms around my neck, and press her mouth against mine. I open my lips, and feel her tongue instantly enter my mouth, where it starts to wrestle mine. I of course answer her kiss with all the passion I have in me, and I also close my arms around her body and stroke the deliciously soft skin of her back.
But all of a sudden, way too fast for my liking, she breaks our kiss.
"Jesus, dude! The way you are dressed! I hope I didn't give you the impression that we're going on a date?"
"Euhh, not really," I lie, as I desperately try to figure out what other reason she could have for inviting me.
She once more looks me over from top to toe, and a broad smile appears on her face.
"Well, very kind of you to put in the effort. Nice gesture. But I have planned a very different dress code for this evening."
With those words, she moves her hands behind her neck. I see her hands move, but don't know what exactly she is doing -- until she lifts her hands, and the straps that held the dress on her neck let loose. Her dress instantly flows down on the floor, and she once more is stark naked in front of me. I instantly feel my dick harden again at the sight of her wonderful firm breasts, her slender waist, her flat, slightly toned stomach, and of course her gorgeous cunt underneath that nicely trimmed triangle of pubic hairs.
She lets me watch her. As I look up, I see pride in her eyes. But that is soon replaced by a naughty smile on her lips.
"Don't you feel a bit
overdressed
for the occasion?"
I smile back at her.
"Yes, you are right. But what are you going to do about it?"
She doesn't reply, but she clearly understands the invitation. She steps up to me and slowly starts to unbutton my shirt, making her fingers brush my chest and later my stomach every time. Once the last button is undone, her fingers glide across the placquets back up, and then she pushes down my shirt so it drops on the floor. Her fingers take a moment to play with the hair on my chest. But then she gets down on her knees. Her hands work my belt buckle until it comes loose. The button my my jeans is next, then the zipper. Hastily, impatiently, she pushes my pants down, and I lift my feet so she can strip them off completely. Then she sits back up again. She runs her hand over the bulge in my boxer shorts. Then she puts her lips on that bulge and gives it a long, wet kiss. But then she resolutely grabs the top of my boxer shorts and pulls them down in one quick movement, pushing my hard cock down for a moment, until, freed from the fabric, it jumps up, slaps against my stomach, and then continues to point upwards, trembling.
With my underwear still around my ankles, she grabs my hard dick with one hand and slowly pulls my foreskin back. The finger of her other hand touches the tip, where a droplet of precum has just formed. She brings her finger to her mouth to taste my arousal, and then she opens her lips and, without hesitation, takes my solid staff deep in her mouth. I moan and let my hairs glide through her gorgeous brown hairs. It feels great, the wet warmth of her mouth, her tongue caressing my dickhead, her lips that close tightly around my shaft as she bobs her head up and down, making my dick glide in and out of her mouth. She keeps blowing me like that for a few minutes, her mouth around on the head of my dick, her hand on its base, my hands in her hair and neck, careful, to make sure I don't push her deeper on my dick than she wants. But then she stops.
"Perhaps we should go upstairs? In bed is more comfortable."
"I'd love to!" I reply.
She leads the way, treating me once more to a great view of her gorgeous back and her tight ass. A door to the right leads into a cozy living room. A spiral staircase takes us upstairs, and as I follow her up, I not only see the movements of her tight buttocks with every step she takes, but I also admire her sexy cunt. She looks down, smiles as she seems me look, and then gives her hips a sexy extra twirl, but then walks further up. In the upper hallway, she leads the way through the door on the left, and then I find myself in a bedroom that is furnished in a simple yet elegant style. A double bed in the middle, with night stands on either side. Behind the bed is a large photo of a sexy man, wearing nothing but a boxer short. A television is on the other side. Apart from that there is nothing in the room, except a door to a walk in closet.
She lies down on the bed and beckons me closer.
"Come. Lick me."
"I'd love to!" I reply again.
I kneel between her feet and lower my head between her thighs. With a deep breath, I inhale the slightly sour sweetness of her cunt, but then I don't wait any longer. I put my mouth on her cunt and press my tongue between her wet labia. Then I lick all the way up, to her clitoris, where I linger for a moment, and then back again, all the way down. When my tongue finds her hole, I apply some pressure, and I feel my tongue slide into her tight tunnel.
I keep pushing my tongue in and out of her cunt for a while, but then I bring it back up to devote my attention to her clit. I lick that sensitive button a few times, circle it with my tongue, and then press harder. With my lips over my teeth, I bite it gently, listening to hear if she moans in pleasure or pain. She seems to like it, so I repeat that one more time, and then I suck her clit in and slide my tongue over it in my mouth.
She starts to moan louder and louder, and I feel restless shivers running through her body. I decide to up the pace a bit. Time to add my hands. One hand goes on her belly, then further up, until it finds her firm breasts. And at the same time, I push the index and middle fingers of my other hand deep into her soaking wet cunt, pull them back, and push them in again. Her enthusiastic sounds convince me to pump my fingers in and out of her tight cave ever faster and harder, while my tongue never leaves her clit alone for a moment. Her movements get more and more restless. Her hands grab my head, push me against her cunt, and claw wildly in my hair. I hear how her breathing speeds up, how her moans get louder and louder. And then an enormous shiver runs through her body, her moan turns into a scream of pleasure, and I feel a few warm spurts of cunt juice flowing out over my fingers.
Once past the peak of her orgasm, I keep my fingers still. But I continue to lick her clit calmly, until I hear a deep sigh, and notice from the relaxation of her body, that the last waves of her orgasm now have also passed. Then I lie down next to her. I stroke her sweaty hair and her face, then I kiss her. First on her cheek, then, when she turns her face towards me, on her mouth, and we once more kiss for a long time before we let go and lie down next to each other.
She gets up and tries t straddle me, but I push her back onto the mattress.
