"Lana?" Of course I could hear him clearly calling my name, but had to fake ignorance because I still had my earbuds in. As he got closer he called out to me again.
"Michael? Hi, what are you doing here?"
All of a sudden, I was thankful that it was not a hot day and I wasn't sweating but was rocking a sexy glow. He came in for a hug and he smelled amazing. If anyone was paying attention to us they would have noticed the hug lasted a little longer than a "friend" hug should. As he pulled away he traced his hand down my spine and then glided his fingertips down my arm. It left a trail of sexual electricity. His kids didn't know about me, so no kiss. They had circled a little closer so we were forced to make small talk about the weather, the bikes, etc.. He turned towards me and after giving me a once-over, softly said "You look amazing" Hearing his breathy whisper took my own breath away and it took all I had not to plant one on him. Just then his kids called to him asking if they could go for ice cream which brought me back to reality. "Hop in the car and strap yourselves in, I'll be right there." We watched them park their bikes and get in the car. When the doors closed, Michael turned toward me and gave me another hug. Only this one he had his hand at the small of my back pulling me into him, our bodies completely pressed together. He brought his lips against my ear "Until Saturday night then." and gently kissed the side of my face. He moved his hand down and grabbed my ass while making a little "mmm" noise. He broke the hug and jogged over to the car to put the bikes in the trunk. I stood there too turned on to move. There has been some sort of electrical charge during that hug that made me so aroused that if I moved I thought I would cum right there. He waved as he got in the car, and I fumbled to put my earbuds back in. The rest of the walk home, I swear I could still feel his breath on the side of my face and I tried to recreate the feeling of his touch my brushing my own fingers down my arm. I began to strip as soon as I walked in the door...I needed a shower.
I couldn't get in the shower fast enough. The water wasn't even my normal scalding when I stepped in to the cascade. I let the water flow over me and I swear I could feel the way every drop glided across my skin. I shampooed and conditioned my hair and then stood under the stream. As I began to soap myself up I paid special attention to my breasts, massaging and pinching my nipples. I dragged the soap down and across my stomach. I let the soap slide out of my hands and to the tub as I ran my fingers between my legs. It wasn't just the water that was wet. After the exercise and Michael's touch, I knew this wouldn't take long. I began to rub my clit, slowly, imagining Michael's hands. As the pleasure increased, I moved a little faster. I brought one leg on to the edge of the tub and leaned back against the wall, I wanted full access. The hot water was pinging off of my sensitive nipples as my fingers continued their circles. I needed more. I have two shower heads, one mounted and one with an extension. I grabbed the extension and changed it to pulsing. While my right hand rubbed my clit, my left pointed the massaging waters at my pussy. Fuck, it was like magic. I felt the pleasure building, my fingers moving faster and faster. My left hand struggling to keep the water hitting the right spot. My leg on the side of the tub began to tremble, I was so close. I closed my eyes and let myself go. It was as if all the arousal I was carrying for the last twenty minutes was finally released in a glorious orgasm. As my pussy continued to spasm, I lowered my leg back down and replaced the shower head. The steam from the shower relaxing the rest of my body. As I turned the water off, I leaned my forehead against the cool shower tiles to collect myself. After the shower I sent Michael a picture of my clothes balled up on the floor next to the bed with "Your move."
A few days passed and I never had a response to my flirtatious pic. On Friday, I texted him asking if we were still on for Saturday and all I got back was a thumbs up emoji, Now I was just irritated. You can't act like you want to bend me over a park bench one day and then ignore me, that's not how this girl works. I texted back "if it's too much of an inconvenience, we should cancel." An what do you know, I got a response, albeit a short one, "Nope, I'll pick you up at 7." Well at least it was a sentence.
Since I was still a little annoyed at Michael's lack of proactivity, I didn't put in the effort I usually would for a date. A pair of black jeans, a blouse with a quarter zip and my hair in a high pony tail and ballet flats. And cute red lace underwear, because you just have to. He mentioned his love of heels before, so as an act of defiance those stayed in my closet. Since I wasn't going overboard, I was ready fifteen minutes early and sat and overthought the past few days. Some of the thoughts that passed through my head: I'll make him work for it, he plays aloof so will I, and who knows, maybe I won't hook up with him. Then I heard his car pull in the driveway. I steeled myself. With a quick final check in the mirror, I heard him knock. After a brief pause, I walked over and opened the door.
All of my resolve must have run out the door like an excited puppy because once he looked at me with his "fuck me" eyes, I was speechless. In the blink of an eye his lips were on mine. His hands around my waist, mine in his hair. He maneuvered us into the foyer so he could close the door behind him. I grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him back against the closed door. We came up for air long enough to say "hi." But in the next breath we were making out again, tongues dancing with each other. He lifted one of my legs to wrap around him and I clearly felt his arousal. His calloused hands slipped under my shirt to rub up and down my back.
I drew my head back, "Bedroom?"
"Uh huh"
Our mouths met each other again, our bodies not moving. His hands pulled my shirt over my head. My hands went to remove his belt.
"Bedroom?"
"yeah"
I knew that if I didn't move us, we wouldn't move. I turned to go upstairs and he smacked my ass. After a few steps he followed me, putting his hand between my legs. Thank goodness I wasn't wearing a skirt. We made it to the bedroom and I turned around to find him inches away. We stared at each other as I unbuttoned and removed his shirt, his fingertips skating over my ribcage. We closed the distance between us and he reached back to unhook my bra. I went for his pants and undid them pushing them and his boxers over his hips. His dick sprang to attention and I bit my lip in anticipation. I leaned back on the bed and he undid and pulled my pants off, leaving the red lace behind. He slithered his way up my body until our mouths met again. He reached for my pony tail and yanked my head back exposing my neck. He started kissing at my neck and trailed his way down my throat to my chest. Everywhere he touched my skin felt like it was on fire. He sucked my left breast flicking his tongue over the nipple while pinching the other. I arched my back showing my appreciation. He switched sides as I ran my hands through his hair. He continued his trail down my stomach with a kiss at the waistband of my panties. He licked over the lace between my legs. Michael hooked his fingers through the waistband and slowly peeled them off and tossed them to the side. Something animalistic happened then. He climbed on the bed, grabbing my legs and pushing them up and apart, his eyes not leaving mine. He reached down and thrust himself into my pussy. It felt wonderful. No more thinking, no more foreplay, it had moved on to fucking. He leaned down to kiss me, his forearms by my shoulders. He pulled my hair as he continued to slam in to me. I clawed at his back willing him deeper and faster. We both just needed complete satisfaction. I could feel my pleasure building and urged him on. That's when he nibbled on my ear and it was like the icing on the cake. My orgasm hit hard. I grabbed the sheets to ground myself. I could feel my pussy clenching his dick but he kept going. He leaned back on his knees and lifted my legs and crossed them X marks the spot style. I ran my nails down his thighs, knowing he had to be close. He slowed down. Even though my body was still tingling from my orgasm, the way my legs were together brought more sensation to my clit with each of his strokes. I craved to cum again. Michael closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting out a groan of utter enjoyment while slowly moving in and out of me. I wiggled my ass playfully to get his attention. He pulled out and I must have had a look on my face.
"Roll over" he growled
I flipped on to my hands and knees. As he positioned himself behind me, I began to rub my clit. He leaned down over me.
"Give me your hands"
I put the side of my face on the pillow and clasped my hands behind my back. He kissed between my shoulder blades. He grabbed both wrists in one of his hands and used his other to guide himself in to me. Slowly, in and out, he moved. Enjoying for himself, teasing me. He slapped my ass and while at first it hurt, the heat took over. He began to increase his pace, my breathing got heavier. The loss of my hands only heightened the pleasure. He used his free hand to hold on to my hip as he slammed into me from behind. I was getting so close, I began to whimper in to the pillow thankful for it's muffling ability, knowing any minute I was about to scream. His grip tightened on my hands like he was holding reins on a horse. I couldn't control myself any more and exploded in pleasure, my screams lost in the pillow. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs.
"Oh fuck" was all I could hear behind me and two more thrusts and I could feel his hot juices fill me up. He released my hands and leaned over leaving a trail of kisses down my spine. He pulled out and we both fell completely spent on the bed. I curled into him enjoying the after effects.
"I've been thinking about that since the lake"
"I couldn't tell" I said. Even though my body was satisfied, apparently my subconscious was still feeling passive aggressive.
He gave me a quizzical look. As I ran my nails through his chest hair I confessed, "The radio silence. It made it seem like you weren't interested."
"Hell no, it's that every time I was going to text you I got so hard picturing you at the lake that I had to distract myself."
"Huh" was all I could muster. I guess my subconscious was satisfied with that answer because I drifted off to sleep.
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