Can I buy you another drink? he asked.
You could, I said,
but then we would have less time alone out of the sight of curious eyes. He smiled back at me:
Kimberly, I like the way you think...We made inelegant haste to get to his building. The elevator doors closed behind us and he moved in against me. He nudged my face up towards his and kissed me - eager to be alone, delighted to be out of sight where we could touch each other.
He leaned his body against mine, arm on either side of my shoulders, and whispered in my ear:
now that you have caught me, what are you going to do with me?I slid my arms up to his shoulders and got up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear:
anything I want, darling, anything I want. He groaned at my response and lowered his head to kiss me, pushing me back into the wall, his entire gorgeous body perfectly pressed against mine. I raised my leg to wrap it around his hip, desperately wanting more contact, he sighed and obliged me.
There is something about some men that just having them pressed to you is as almost as hot as fucking - you feel as if you could cum just from the proximity of their body to yours. He was one of those men.
The doors opened and I looked into the surprised faces of what were probably his neighbours. I unwound my leg from his hips, my lips from his neck and tried - I would wager unsuccessfully - to appear as though I was not on the verge of being fucked in the elevator. This is a hard thing to do when you are, in fact, on the verge of being fucked in an elevator. I gave it my best shot.
We smiled like naughty teenagers and he took my hand and led me out of the elevator and towards his apartment, unlocking the door and leading me to his bedroom with an amusing - and mutually felt - urgency.
He playfully pushed me down on the bed - I gave him a challenging look from my position leaning back on my elbows and he just smiled and shook his head. I sat up long enough to strip him down to boxers and a half opened dress shirt - a delicious look I simply
cannot get enough of. Then he joined me on the bed, reaching over to slide my panties down my legs.
He opened my legs, slowly and firmly pushing them apart - taking his time and making me wait for it. He curled up on his side beside me, pulled my hips toward him with his arm and lowered his face to drive me insane with his tongue.
Now, I will confess that I do not always enjoy a 69 - sometimes a girl just needs to focus on one thing at a time. But there are also moments where I just can't wait to have your cock in my mouth, where the thought turns me on incredibly - this was one of those moments. I leaned my face forward and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. He moaned appreciatively - having a limited capacity for words. And that was just the beginning...
There was just something about him: his eyes, his body, his taste - something that compelled me. It wasn't just about being hot, it was about an energy, an electricity, that surrounded him and crackled between us.
I spent the bulk of the night with him - in various incarnations of myself and a multitude of positions - and there was a comfort, a mutual commitment to adventure - that made it feel like we had known each other for longer than hours.
It was a night of pure lust and
oh my what a lust it was - or, I should say, what a lust it
is.
God, who doesn't love a new booty call?
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