I knew this evening was going to be trouble when I sat cautiously on the edge of your bed and watched you slip your stockings on. I know you could feel my eyes wandering, admiring every inch of your body as you dressed for the night, eager to rip every item of clothing back off again. We were going to the bar to drink with friends, so it felt unlawful to be so horny at such an inappropriate time.
Once at the bar I could see you had that look in your eye, that you knew you were driving me crazy in my underwear. Every train of thought left my head as you reached for my inner thigh under the table, I was unable to form sentences as your fingers traced the seams of my trousers. Unable to bear it anymore I asked if you needed the toilet, in which you responded with a wink and lead us away from our group of friends. You guided me up the stairs to the bathroom with our pinkies interlocking and chose the cubicle furthest away from the door. The room was filled with the chatter of middle-aged women on their hen night, so I knew that I wouldn't have the usual struggle of keeping you quiet.
As soon as I locked the bathroom door, I felt your hand reach for my neck as you shoved me against the wall and your lips met mine. It was that slightly intoxicated desperation that made me weak at the knees, it had only just started and I was already so desperate for you. My hands quietly began unbuttoning your shirt and I could feel your breath tremble on my lips
"I thought you were supposed to be in charge here?" I grinned, knowing full well that you're far too easy to dominate.
As I undid each button of your shirt carefully, I found that you were wearing the black set you know I love, but I didn't have time to admire it today. I unhooked the back of your bra to reveal your boobs, both of your nipples already becoming hard from being so horny. Without a second of hesitation, my mouth met your nipples, sucking them softly until I could feel them becoming harder. I took control and forced you up against the wall with no resistance from you. There's no shame in enjoying being under control, and there's something about the way you entirely give your body over to me that drives me crazy.
I began kissing your neck, running my lips across your collarbones as your hands gripped my hair in desperation. My hands began to wander down your back and into the waistband of your trousers and I felt you shiver as my touch reached your ass.
"Now then, let's not be dramatic," I said smirking, as you whimpered at the thought of having to control yourself.
My hands gently moved from your ass, touching you through your pants as you bit your lip to control you moaning too loud. I grazed my fingers over your pussy through your silky black pants, I could feel how wet you were already, and you parted your legs so that I could touch you better.
