Stories from Amelia:
I was in my home bar room the other night playing poker with some friends. After a little flirtation and a few drinks I started feeling frisky. Everyone had gone home except one special friend. I moved over to sit next to him and put my hand on his thigh and offered him a shot of goldschlager. I licked my lips and parted them slightly with a sexy grin. My green eyes demurely blinked and I poured the sweet liquor into a shot glass. I gave him a sexy smile and inserted this glass between my voluptuous breasts.
He smiled wryly and placed his hands on my waist. Leaned in to lick a taste of the fluid, wet his lips with it and brushed his lips against mine. I licked my lips and tasted the wicked flavor of this intoxicating liquor.
With our mouths just centimeters away from each other I could feel his warm sweet breathe on my lips. I looked into his eyes and saw them flash a wicked shade of green and he looked down at my breasts heaving as I had to catch my breath. His hands grasped firmly about my waste and he dove into my breasts to take in the goldschlager completely, without spilling a drop. The sensation was erotic and a chill ran down my spine.
Maybe it was the vodka, maybe it was the continuous flirtation throughout the evening. Regardless, the desire was becoming uncontrollable to kiss him. So I took a deep breath in and I leaned over and did just that. It was sensual and soft and sweet from the lingering flavor. My insides tingled and I could feel myself well up with lust.
I stood up and moved over to stand in front of him. I leaned casually against table glanced down into his eyes. The dance of romance had begun. He stood up so that he was almost pressed into me. I placed my arms on the table behind me to gain my balance and as his knee slipped between my thighs moving my legs apart and he slithered in between them. My breath quickened as I stood there straddling a man that I was so completely turned on by.
He leaned in to kiss me again and he licked my lips gently then he kissed me more firmly. I had to gasp at the sensation and parted my lips to nibble his bottom lip. His hands moved to feel the curve from my hip to my waist to outside of my breasts. I felt the warmth and hardness of strong male hands. This gesture made me feel so feminine and sexy; my body tingled under his touch.
He moved his mouth away from my lips and brushed against my cheek then further toward my ear. "You are beautiful." He whispered so softly that it was barely audible.
The warmth made me quiver and his hands closed in over mine on the table.
I whispered in reply, "flattery will get you everywhere."
He nibbled on my ear lobe with a light suckle and pinched it with his teeth. He was leaning closer into me, forcing me to lie back onto his strong arms. Sitting on the poker table I leaned back on my elbows and fought my body to not surrender so quickly to this enticing man. But, I felt his thighs against mine as he spread my legs a little farther.
His mouth moved over to caress my neck with strong lips and nibbles that makes me groan and begging for more. I felt him rest my head on the table and I white knuckled the edge of the table. I felt dizzy and high on life. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the table. The forcefulness of the move startled me and yet the forcefulness reminded me how masculine he is; especially when the insides of my thighs were pressed against his growing cock.
His hands slid across my belly and up over my breasts and over my red cardigan sweater. The feeling of lust swelled inside of me. As his hands cup my breasts I arched into them, needing to be touched. My arms rose to unbutton my sweater and with one hand he grabbed my wrists and braced them over my head; with the other hand his fingers masterfully popped the buttons open easily him self.
He moved quickly from the buttons and caressed my arms down to the elbow and then further gently making my skin goose bump following his touch. He laid his mouth on mine all hot and wet. This time his tongue danced on my lips parting them and I opened to welcome that taste of him. As our tongue tips touched and our mouths moved together it was strong and luxurious as velvet. His hands moved to the side of my breasts and slowly over the lace of my bra. My nipples were immediately hard in attention aching to be let out. The roughness of the lace and the warmth of his hands cupping them made the bra grow tight and the tightness was titillating. The smell of his masculinity lingered all around me.