After hours of traffic we finally make it to your apartment. We drop off my luggage in the room where I would be staying in and I begin to get settled. A few minutes go by, I get my clothes together and I ask you were the shower is. According to you there are a few friends coming over so I really need to shower and change.
I finish my nice, warm shower, wrap a towel around my waist and walk over to the room to start getting changed. I can hear you walking around, getting stuff ready and I can also hear other people's voices; surely your friends were already getting here while I took my long shower. I quickly put my underwear on and jeans.
As I'm buttoning up my shirt I feel eyes on me and I turn around and I caught a glimpse of you looking at me for a second. Or so I thought... I could be completely wrong but I could've sworn it was you.
As I roll up my sleeves, I walk to the dining room and introduce myself to your friends. They had all gotten here already! One married couple and one short headed blonde girl, full of tattoos. We gathered around the table drinking some wine, eating some light snacks until dinner was served.
Dinner was delicious and the wine was even better... but the thing about wine and myself is that the more I drink it the hornier I get. Its just a fact. No other alcoholic beverages have quite the same impact. There's just something very sensual, pleasing and stimulating about wine.
Maybe it was the fact that you were looking better than ever...Maybe it was your super short hair and sleeveless shirt that made you look confident and strong... Maybe it was your short black nails and how you held your cigarette that made you look imposing...
Maybe it was your eyes that looked so big and gorgeous that made me think of the sensual challenge of seeing them roll back in pleasure. It definitely wasn't the wine alone...
The married couple were nice but as most married couples are they were boring and had to leave early so that their baby-sitter wouldn't charge them an extra hour. We said goodbye and I walked them to their car, helping them with some left overs. You stayed back with your cute friend to "clean up"... but we all knew what that really mean... "getting more wine"
When I walk back into the apartment I see that nothing has been cleaned up, of course. There is actually more wine glasses being taken out since none of us want to wash dishes when we are having such a great time. The 3 new bottles of wine also let me take an educated guess that the night is only going to get better.
We bring the bottles to the couch. Its a small one with only room for 2 people, a small wooden coffee table in front of us, one single leather reclining chair on the left, a small desk and computer on the right and right in front of the coffee table there was an amazing fireplace. Instead of sitting on the couch and stool we all sit on the floor near the fire place, set the glasses on the floor and start pouring some wine.
When you are drinking you stop counting the minutes and you count the glasses... but when the night is really good you count the bottles. After we lose count of both we get up, stumble to try to clean things up and your friend heads to the bathroom.
You and I try to walk over to the sink, but we keep dropping knives, forks and start laughing at ourselves. We finally gather our bodies and minds and make it to the sink and start washing some glasses. We agree that you will wash them and I will grab everything else. I walk over to make the first trip and grab a few things.
As I'm walking back I see your cute little butt shaking around washing the dishes. The wine makes me think dirty thoughts... I drop off the things and make another trip. This time as I walk back really have to contain myself and try not to grab it. The third trip was by far the toughest... I grab only a couple of things and bring them right up to you. Stand right behind you and stare at your neck... so delicious...
Your arms... your nails... your ass... I come up as close to you as I can without rubbing myself on you and right as i'm about to you, turn around and I pretend as if nothing happened...
Your friend walks out of the bathroom, lights up a cigarette and lays down on the reclining chair; relaxing and enjoying the end of the evening. I walk past her and go grab the one last remaining glass and walk towards you.
This time I can't control myself and lean right up against you... hard. Just to make it very clear that I was there... maybe it was the wine or the fact that I wanted to do this for years but a stupid thing called "friendship" stopped me many times. I stand there, not caring if your friend was watching this or not but I start kissing your neck from behind. Not soft, sensual kisses... ones filled with lust, wetness and just enough biting.
You set down whatever was in your hands and just stay there, enjoying it. You don't move, you don't say a thing and you surely don't stop me.
