Jeannie had not seen her husband in a week and she was experiencing those feelings only a sex-starved woman could understand. With her crazy work schedule and his constant business travels, the newly married couple was finding it difficult to have intimate moments.
Drew had spent the week bouncing across the country while Jeannie got hornier by the day. It had been weeks since they had a real down and dirty, out of control, heart pounding, sweat producing fuck. Watching dirty movies and playing with her vibrator just wasnât cutting it anymore. She needed her man and she needed him badly.
It was Thursday evening and Drew was due in from whatever the hell city he was in that day. Anticipation drove her crazy because she finally had a day off when he was in town and neither was tired from working a 12 hour day.
The weird thing was that he wasnât coming straight home. He had left a message on the machine to meet him for dinner at the little Italian restaurant at 62nd and 1st that had become their favorite haunt since they moved to the city.
What was his problem? Doesnât he know how horny I am right now? All these thoughts burned through her brain as she got ready for dinner.
She was standing in front of her closet wearing her favorite thong trying to figure out what to wear. Wearing a thong always made her feel so sexy, but this was beyond normal. Every nerve in her body seemed to be aware of her need to be fucked.
Aha, she found it, the perfect outfit to match the heat of the summer night and the heat of her passion. While she rarely wore skirts, she knew this one would have the desired effect. Which was of course to drive her husband wild with lust. It was short, skimpy and sexy.
Dinner was great as usual, but she found herself distracted throughout the evening. She wanted to finish eating and get back to their apartment as soon as possible and Drew just seemed to be taking his good old time.
Drew could tell his wife was obviously in need of something and he knew exactly what it was. As he peered around the dimly lit restaurant he made note of the fact that it was relatively quiet with only a handful of customers.
Jeannie slid closer to him in the booth trying to get her point across, but it wasnât necessary. His hand had already found its way to her thigh. His warm touch felt good. Under the cover of the tablecloth, his hand slid easily up her thigh until his fingers brushed her pussy.
His fingers found their way past her underwear slipped easily into her soaking wet box. Damn, it felt good she thought. He worked her over with his fingers until a low moan escaped from her clenched lips. This was his sign to stop before they got thrown out of their favorite dinner spot. He brought his hand up from under the table stuck his two fingers deep into his mouth. He always loved the taste of her.
They got the check and slipped out of the restaurant quickly. But strangely enough, they werenât heading for the subway. Home is where she wanted to be, now.
Drew had other plans though. They walked a couple blocks until they arrived at the cable car to Roosevelt Island. Why the cable car and not the subway she thought, they always took the subway home. Either way it didnât matter now, they were on their way home.
Hardly anyone rode the cable car at this hour, so they had the whole expansive car to themselves as they waited for the driver to come in at the scheduled time. Outside of the people that lived on the island, few knew of its fantastic view of the City as it crossed high above the East river.
Drew spun around went back outside to talk to the driver. Jeannie wasnât sure why turned back but didnât care either way. They had a few minutes before the car was schedule to make the 10 minute trip Roosevelt Island.
Drew sat on the bench beside Jeannie. He turned to her and leaned forward for a kiss. She eagerly parted her lips in anticipation of tasting his. Their mouths met in a soft, tender, wet kiss that burned with the intensity of the sun. Tongues wrestled each other, lips pressed against each other. It was the kind of kiss from which fairytales are born.
His hand found her thigh as it did in the restaurant only a little while ago. She felt a jolt of nervousness as she knew that another rider or the driver could enter the car at any moment. But her passion was out control now, nothing else mattered but the man in whose arms she was wrapped.
His fingers found their way back to her underwear and she braced for the sensation of penetration, but it didnât come. Instead, he reached for the waistband of her underwear and tugged. She got the hint and raised her butt of the bench so the thong could be slipped off.
He slipped it into his pocket and returned his hand to her sex. Without the barrier of the underwear, his hand fully cupped her pussy as he worked his fingers inside. The heel of his palm pleasured clit while his fingers stirred her passions even more.
He started to lift her blouse and she gave him a hand, raising it enough to expose her breasts. He wrapped his tongue around one erect nipple while his hand teased the other playfully. She was going crazy, the sensations that filled her were unbelievable. Maybe it was the lack of sex recently or maybe it was very public place in which this was taking place, but she was feeling hotter than she had ever felt before.
Moans were slipping from her lips as he switched positions and slid to his knees. She looked on with shock as he leaned forward and pulled her skirt up to her waist. Her pussy was now in full view of anyone who might walk in, but she didnât want to stop.
Drew bent forward and buried his head between her legs. He took her entire pussy into his mouth and sucked gently. The sensation was overwhelming as his tongue found its way inside her. He used it expertly to bring her closer and closer to orgasm. He worked her pussy over and sucked her clit until she saw stars. It took every fiber of self-control she had left to not scream out in delight.
Her thighs locked around his head as the first wave of the orgasm hit. It was the only thing she could to not scream. It was as intense a sensation as she had ever experienced before.
Drew sat back down on the bench and reached for his zipper. He didnât have to do too much as Jeannie literally dove into his lap and pulled out his dick. Her lips were wrapped around it in a matter of seconds. She had reorganized her clothes but know she was on her knees taking his dick as far down her throat as it would go.