As we exit off the highway on our way back to your place I think to myself that it has been a great evening. My mind strays back to us on the dance floor, losing ourselves to each other and the music. There is the particularly fond memory of our bodies pressed firmly together etched in my mind. A medium paced reggae song was sending out a smooth beat that had all of the couples dancing sensuously. I was dancing behind you, my face next to yours, partially buried in your hair. As I recall the wonderful smell of your hair and it sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine. I take my hand off the gear shift and put it on yours and tell you how wonderful you look tonight. The look in your eyes says all I all need to know. However, the wonderful moment is crushed when I recall that we won't be able to complete the evening with some fantastic love making. I have to be up first thing in the morning for an important business trip and need my rest. My mood softens quickly though as I recall how you handled the news of my trip and how we would have to cut our date short because of the unexpected business trip. I squeeze your hand slightly and tell you that you're the best. I let my mind stray back to the dance floor and recall…
…How it felt to have your body pressed up against mine. Feeling the moment of your body against me, the bass of the beat working its way to the core of our being. My arms wrapped around your sexy waist, moving slowly down to your thighs, savoring every inch. The silky fabric of your dress matches the silky smooth feel of your skin. I start to get hard thinking about running my hands across your naked body. I can feel you start to press the wonderful curve of your bottom firmly against my hips. I alter the movement of my hips so that you can feel my body moving back and forth across your bottom, following the wonderful curves of your cheeks. I whisper into your ear that you are just too sexy. You turn around and we kiss passionately, our tongues mimicking the dance of our bodies. I want you, I want you badly and curse this stupid business trip that will prevent us from being together all night…
Recalling all of this has made me hard again and I unconsciously withdraw my hand from yours and adjust myself to a position that is more comfortable. As I go to put my hand back in yours, out of the corner of my eye I catch a very mischievous smile on your face. I look over at you, give you my most innocent, I didn't do anything look, and ask "What?". You playfully point out that your glad that your not the only one who got a little revved up by our dancing tonight. I tell you how could I not? I was dancing with the sexiest woman in the world. I then mumble something about the stupid business trip and not being able to follow through on a night of passion.
What I so often forget is that underneath that cool exterior is a very playful woman. I should have not been the least bit surprised when you hike up your dress, spread your legs and start to gently caress the surface of your panties. Even in the dim light of the passing streetlights I can your sweet wetness glistening through your panties. I go "Oh honey no, you know I can't take this. Not tonight!" You laugh and tell me how much I deserve to be tortured for having altered our night. You point out that it is only fair that I be thinking about what I am missing while I am away. Not being able to resist I start to move my hand up your leg towards your sweet kitty. You push my hand away and tell me something about me having to suffer. I can see you getting more turned on by my dilemma. You know I want you. You know how I love to lose myself in you, feel your body pressed against mine, dancing a far more intimate dance. I love the way you look, smell and feel. Most of all I cherish that magical connection that unites us. It was there from the moment that we first me a year ago.
I can see those nipples that I love to lick and suck, poking through the fabric of your bra and dress, rock hard with excitement. You reach over and run you hand along my manhood and tell me how good and hard it is, just the way you like it. I watch you slip a finger under your panties, tip your head back and let out a soft moan. I let out a small whimper, wanting to feel your smooth lips and slick juices. I mumble something about killing my partner for scheduling an early out of town meeting first thing in the morning. Making a mental note to find him a girlfriend. Seeing my obvious discomfort you withdraw your finger from your womanhood and it glistens in the streetlights, wet from your juices. You then take that same finger and run it across my lips and tell me to remember this while I am at the meeting tomorrow. That kills me, I can smell your sweet juices with every breath. Your sweet scent overwhelming me as we pull up to your driveway.
Lowering your skirt, you step out the car as I walk around to try to open the door. I watch you walk towards your door and let out a small sigh. The sight of watching you walking sexily up to your door combined with your scent drive me wild. I sit there totally entranced watching the hints of your curves move underneath that sexy dress. This is too much for any man to take. Something snaps inside of me and I decide that I am going to fulfill one of your fantasies right here and now. Several months ago you had expressed to me a desire to be taken forcefully. This was radically different from our usual soft and tender love making and I had been hesitant about trying it, but seeing our sexy body and smelling your juices on my mustache sent all of those hesitations went right out the window. You knew that you had me under your spell, be careful about what you ask for.
Your still playing real coy as you fiddle with the key to your door and glance at me with an "I just got him good" grin on your face. As you wiggle the key in the lock, you seductively swivel your hips back and forth in the way that you know drives me crazy. You see me start to run towards the door and you start to hurry to get in before I can get to the door. You just mange to get the door open when I come rushing up behind you. I grab your right arm and push the door open with my left hand. I push you inside and kick the door shut with my foot. I turn you around and hesitate a fraction of a second to make sure that you are cool with this. The twinkle in your eyes tells me all I need to know and I kiss you passionately in the mouth. My tongue probing deep inside. I pull you tight to me. My large hands cupping your cheeks and pulling firmly against me. Pushing you up again the wall my tongue still probes deeper into your mouth seeking out yours. Your tongue attempts to evade mine. I squeeze you butt firmly with my hands, pressing your mound firmly against my very hard cock. I hear a moan escape from you mouth as our tongues meet and you begin to press your own attack deep into my mouth.
Still kissing you, I use my right hand to unfasten my belt. I pull away and say "So you like to tease, huh?" A coy "who me?" grin appears on your face. "I'll take that as a yes. Well now I am going to show you what happens to women who like to tease!" At that I spin you around so that you are now facing the couch and firmly push you in that direction. I can feel you starting to resist so I grab your hair and twist it in my hand so that I can control your head, turn you around and say "So you want to tease, well now you can please and you can start by sucking on my cock!" At that I pull your head down to my crotch and tell you to finish undoing my pants. You hesitate and I add "Now!" You unbutton my pants, undo my zipper, pull off my shoes and then slide my pants and underwear off. I hold your head close so that my cock slaps you in the side of your face as it springs free from my underwear. A bit of pre-cum remains on your face we my cock slid against your face. Finally free to breath my cock stands straight up and hard, almost touching my belly button. Pre-cum begins to flow in earnest at the head.