Chris and I had been friends for years, I had never thought of him as anything more until three weeks ago. When a group of us had hit the clubs in town, most of the group had found someone for the night except Chris and me, so whilst the others were grinding against people on the dance floor, we spent the night propping up the bar getting very hammered.
In the taxi on the way home, Chris was rambling the way people do when they're drunk, but through the ramblings one or two things started to make sense.
"God I need sex tonight! I don't know why I didn't pull I usually have no problem."
This was true, he never went home from a club alone, he may not be the most stunning man on the planet but there is something in his emerald eyes that makes woman weak at the knees, he is one of the most egotistical men I know but woman love him.
"Tell me about it. Do you know how long I've been without a bloke?" is said as I tried to keep his blurry face in focus.
"Yes I know you keep going on about it. I know what happened tonight. It was you, they thought we were together."
"More then likely."
The taxi outside his place, he paid the driver and instead of telling him to take me back to my place, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out before I could protest he smiled at me, I saw the glint in his eye which told me all I needed to know. As soon as he got me into his bedroom he pulled me close to him and lent down to kissed me, although the booze flowed though our bodies neither of us was in a rush. Our mouths explored each others passionately his tongue pushed past my lips exploring inside. With our lips locked together Chris's hand let go of my body as he moved it up to the soft spot on my neck applying just enough pressure to send a wave of delight through me, making my nipples stiffen with need. Instead of going to the zip of my dress like most men would have done, he moved his hand slowly over my collarbone thrilling my skin with every caress to my covered breast where he's skilled hands squeezed them powerfully making the sensation course down to between by legs. Making me wish he would hurry down there. I could feel his cock strain in his trousers against my stomach. My hand moved intuitively to free it from its imprisonment but he took my hand in his holding it between us. I pulled my lips from his. Why didn't he want me to touch him? He seemed to read my thoughts and answered my quizzical eyes with two words "not yet".
Chris put his hand onto the back of my head pulling my lips back to his. Instead of returning to my breast just his fingers brushed over them as he finally went to my back and my zip. Pulling the spaghetti straps over my shoulders, my black cotton dress fell over my body on to the floor releasing my heavy breasts, both of my nipples now a dark pink and erect waiting for him to touch them again. Before he did he undressed himself letting his black shirt full next to his feet then he started to undo his belt and trousers taking one step closer to me as he stepped out of them. We just stood staring at each other for only a second or two but it was two long to be away from his arms. His body was a surprise with his close on he looked tall and lanky but now in front of me I could see a toned defined body with a fully hard cock in his boxers.
Chris put his hands on my round cotton covered arse and pulled me back toward him and for the first time I could feel his skin on mine. He kneaded my arse with his hands and as we kissed every known and then he would slip a finger between my legs along the gusset of my knickers which were not doing a very good job of holding back my juices.
After a while I was so worked up by his teasing I couldn't take anymore, I pushed him onto his bed and saw him watch as I pulled my black knickers revealing a dark strip of hair. If he wasn't going to let me touch him I would have to touch myself. Slowly I placed my hand on to my neck and ran it down over my breasts, pulling and circling
My nipples, then I moved them down over my stomach making a shiver run up my spine as I brushed over a very sensitive spot, down to my dark hair. I lifted one leg onto the end of his bed all the time watching him watching me. My fingers soon found their regular rhythm as they ran over my clit, rubbing it, and then pulling it and then rubbing it again. Before long I had worked myself close to cuming, I slid one finger inside my wet, warm pussy. By then I had almost forgotten about him and I started to sway then tense as waves of pleasure past through me. When I had relaxed he sat up and put my cum coved fingers in his mouth and sucked my juices of them.