@Clintbling 29 August 2020 more from that month

Ever Had A Quickie? (Random S£x)

Our friends had invited us over for dinner. It was a monthly ritual between the four of us. A delicious home-cooked meal, lots of laughs, and a few too many bottles of wine. As we approached the house, he turned to me, gripped his hand around my waist, and exclaimed, ''I don't want to stay long tonight. I've been thinking about you all day, and all I want is to touch you.'' The look in his eye as he said the words was enough to make my knees weaken with desire. It wasn't long after the meal had ended, we were on our third bottle of wine, and I felt the warmth of his hand touch my knee under the table. The dress I wore was barely long enough to cover my thigh, and the slightest nudge of his finger under the fabric was enough to uncover more. A roaring laugh at the table startled me. All I could think about were the fingers that were slowly making their way towards the edge of my panties. I chuckled in response to what had been said, but couldn't focus on anything else. My pulse started to quicken and my body tingled. As his finger found its way under my panty line, my toes curled with anticipation. All of a sudden, the hand was gone and he was rising from the table. ''I really have to take this.. I'm sorry,'' he said while getting his phone. Walking away, he glanced back at me, and I knew there was no one on the line. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and made my way down the hallway to the last door on the right. As I turned to enter the doorway, he was there, waiting.

He pulled me in and closed the door behind me, securing the lock. No words were exchanged. Instead, he gripped the back of my neck, pulled me towards him and reached up underneath my dress to feel how wet he had made me. Quickly turning me around to face the counter, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my right hip. Sliding my panties to the slide, he pressed himself into me from behind and pushed his hard, throbbing figure deep inside of me. I was barely able to gasp before he covered my mouth with his hand and told me not to make a sound. His hand on my hip gripped tightly into my skin; the other pulling firmly on my hair, as he thrust himself further into me. My hand, gripping the counter for support, tensed as he moved quicker. Faster. Harder. Harder. Until...Every inch of my body screamed out with pleasure, and I fell back, releasing myself against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me gently on the neck. After a brief moment, we made ourselves look presentable, and casually returned to our friends at the table. By Clint Bling