Mike and I had only been dating for about a month. He was nice, but overly educated and almost boring. He had a great job and a nice house, which he shared with one of his frat buddies from college. At 6'8", he was a compliment to my own height of nearly six foot. We had a lot of fun together as long as alcohol was involved. Otherwise, Mike was pretty dull.
One Friday night, Mike and I attended a happy hour hosted by a vendor from my work. Drinks flowed freely as we drank as much as we could stand within the two-hour window. Needless to say, we were both feeling pretty good as we left that bar and headed straight to a different bar with my fellow employees in tow. It was about 8 o'clock as we pulled into our favorite watering hole, located dead smack in the center of our small state's college town. Mike and I selected a small table and sat back to watch the other bar patrons dance, converse, flirt, and fight.
Mike and I laughed and had a wonderful time as we continued to drink and chat. The DJ started to play a fairly romantic song, and Mike asked me to dance. We moved to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his waist and placed my head against his chest. He slid his arms over my shoulders and hugged me to him. We swayed gently to the music, both enjoying the rare moment of shared romance. The song ended and he kissed me tenderly on the forehead.
Another song started up, and we moved to a darkened corner of the room. He moved behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back against him. He rested his head on top of mine as we watched the other drunk couples make complete asses of themselves on the dance floor.
Mike whispered into my ear that he was pretty turned on. He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel him hard against my back. I was pretty surprised. Mike was not the type of person who would normally show any sign of affection or arousal in public. He was a fairly straight-cut kind of person. Minimal foreplay, missionary position, and a shower together afterwards. Yes, sex was boring.
I pushed back against him, offering some pressure to the hard-on he was sporting. He gasped softly and moved his hands to my hips. I teased him, gyrating against him in tune to the song playing. Mike yanked me back to him and pushed his pelvis against my ass. I was fairly surprised but utterly delighted by his alcohol-fueled display of affection.
"We have to go NOW," he urgently whispered in my ear.
Grabbing my hand in his, he practically dragged me to the door. Unfortunately for him, the bouncer, Gary, was an old friend of mine who wanted to chat for a moment before I left. I exchanged pleasantries with Gary as Mike stood fidgeting like a little kid loaded on sugar. I know that Gary noticed Mike's jeans, which were tented in the front. Giving me a wink, Gary told me to enjoy the rest of my night and turned to let us leave.
The cold night barely phased us as we rushed to the car. Once in the parking lot, Mike shoved me against his car and pushed his knee between my legs, spreading them. He pinned my hands over my head onto the hood of the car. Covering my body with his own, he kissed down my neck and across my collar-bone before he put his mouth over mine. He delivered a delicious kiss, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth, stopping only when I captured his tongue and sucked softly on it. With a groan, he let go of my hands and moved back, panting like a dog in heat. He yanked open the car-door, pushed me in, and hurried to the other side. We drove the two-mile distance back to his house in a strained sexual silence.
I made a beeline for the bathroom the minute we got home. I could hear Mike moving in the kitchen, opening cabinets and doors. I stood in the hallway at the top of the stairs. Mike came up the stairs to me. He had a wild look in his eyes and he had shed his clothes. He stood in front of me in all of his male beauty.
"Meet me back here in five minutes," he instructed. "Be naked."
I started to protest. "Your roommate… is he home?"
Mike stared at me like I was a madwoman. "Shawn left for the weekend. He went skiing. Do you think I would be here naked and ask you to do the same if I expected him to come home?"
Feeling silly, I turned to Mike's bedroom to disrobe. I felt a little awkward standing completely naked in the middle of the hallway, so I grabbed one of Mike's over-sized shirts to use a cover. I met Mike out in the hallway, and he immediately instructed me to take the shirt off and put it back in his room. After doing so, Mike led me down the stairs and into the kitchen. Two martini glasses sat on the counter top. Mike asked me to grab them as he tossed two towels over his shoulder and led me outside.
Few people have shared the joy of sitting naked in a hot tub in the middle of January during an ice storm at midnight. The freezing air assaulted my body the moment I stepped outside. I contemplated dropping everything and running back into the heated comfort of his house. Mike grabbed my arm and led me to the tub, which was already heated and bubbling away despite the below-freezing temperature. Mike set the towels on a chair and stepped into the tub, sinking down and sighing in pleasure. He glanced at me, standing on the icy deck, trying to cover myself as my hands shook dangerously, splashing vodka onto the surface below.
"You may heat up if you actually get in the tub," Mike suggested.
Handing the glasses to him, I slid one leg over the side of the tub and into the hot water. I was straddling the edge of the hot tub, my naked pussy resting on the icy rim of the tub as I tried to allow my body the time to adjust to the rapid temperature change. Mike stroked his cock under the water and watched as I maneuvered my way into the seat across from him. I was sure that the cold air had certainly caused some shrinkage for him and he was trying to make himself hard again.
I swam over to him and pressed my hard nipples against him as I reached for the drinks. He brought a hand up to gently rub one of my breasts, running his thumb softly over the tips. My nipples were so hard from the cold that his soft touch actually caused pain. I whimpered softly.
I kneeled with one leg on each side of his body and fed him the olives from my martini. I sipped the drink as I felt the fluid motion of his hand sliding up and down his shaft, his head only inches from my pussy.
Mike closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I placed the glass back behind him. I kissed him lightly on the mouth and brought my hands to cup his cheeks. I kissed him again, this time a little harder and a little deeper. He kissed me back, shivering as the hand stroking his cock increased its rhythm and took on a quicker stroke. The tip of his thumb brushed against my clit, causing me moan softly into his mouth.
My tongue danced with his. I sucked on his upper lip, stroked the tip of my tongue against his. He stopped masturbating and pressed both hands against my sides, urging me onto his waiting dick. I positioned myself over him. As I was ready to slide down onto him, I heard a car door slam.
I froze, panic rising. A house door opened and slammed. I knelt, posed above him, heart pounding fast. I looked at Mike, pale against the moonlight.
"Shawn?" I whispered against Mike's ear.
The look in Mike's eyes was slightly confused. He lifted his shoulders slightly in a shrug that suggested that he did not know. We both waited for what seemed like hours. After a few moments went by, Mike pressed his face against my neck.
"We are okay, I promise. We are okay," he sighed.
Whispering words of encouragement, the hands on my hips guided me to the top of his head. I lifted my body slightly and pressed his head against my clit, teasing him with my body. Bracing my hands against his shoulders, I pressed myself onto him, letting him penetrate me fully, the tip of him pushing against my core. We stayed like that for a moment, him inside me, not moving. I looked deep into his eyes and saw they were dark with desire. I kissed the tip of his nose and moved my lower body slightly into him. I pushed off of him slowly and rammed my snatch back on top of him. His hands on my hips guided me up his pole again and he thrust his own hips, pushing himself back into me. We developed a lovely rhythm, sliding up and down, bodies rubbing against each other as the water splashed around us.
