A Quick Lunch

I met him for a quick lunch near my place.

As he walked me home along a quiet street, I found myself asking him unbashfully, “hey, how about a quickie at my place?”

He didn’t say no. I probably had him prepared when I deliberately caused his hand brush across my breasts as we were buying drinks. Clearly, there wasn’t a bra under the sweatshirt that I was wearing.

We wasted no time as he had to get back to work. We started making out barely a metre from my house door. I’m not sure if you agree, but there’s something really sexy about a man in working pants.

I hastily cleared the area in front of my full length mirror, where we stood right in front of it. I bent forward, watching my breasts bounced up and down as he took me from the back.  I loved how my juices were making me proud by throroughly wetting his balls so effortlessly.

“You are a porn star. Look.” I drew him into my fantasy. Or maybe it was his. With him then seated on a chair, I started grinding my hips while his tongue teased my erected nipples. The chair was a perfect height for us – when it was my turn to sit, he fucked me with my legs hung high up in the air, and every single thrust (I’m not kidding you) hit my aching G-spot.

I came hard. So did he. So this is it: dessert after lunch. Or maybe this was the main course. I’m not too sure about that. It doesn’t matter, I suppose.