“Really?” she asked, leaning in.
“Of course,” I said, leaning in too.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Well, the cake for a start. It really was delicious. I know I’m sounding like a broken record.”
“Just the cake?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.
“No,” I said.
“What else?” she pressed.
“I remember how certain other things tasted and it was all delicious,” I admitted, being purposefully vague due to our environment, but hinting at double entendres as much as I could. “And I remember some beautiful views, too.”
“I see,” she said shyly.
On that note, the food arrived. The first course of it, anyway. There were three in all, as was the tradition. I had tried to keep them small so we wouldn’t get overly stuffed, on the admittedly off chance that she was willing for a second go around with me. The longer the date went on, the clearer it became that she was.
“Where to?” I asked, as we got into the limo after polishing off our chocolate mousse.
“Your place,” she said, without hesitation.
Neither my cock nor my heart could be any happier.
Chapter Six
Sally
I knew it was a bad idea, but I just couldn’t help myself. I kept thinking about how good it had been the last time we had fucked, and I wanted to feel him again. I just hoped that this time we might do it in his bed.
Mike’s place was a bit more understated than I thought it might be. Despite being a three-floor condo in downtown Manhattan, it had none of the ostentatious markers of the extreme wealth it would take to afford such a place.
If anything, it was quite tasteful, done in unpretentious whites and blues with plain black furniture and not much in the way of decor. The most expensive thing in the place was the pro computer set up in the corner of the living room.
“This way,” Mike said, leading me up the stairs.
I followed willingly and took his hands as we went up the stairs.
Mike’s room was much like the rest of the condo. Plain and spare. Unassuming. A lot like him, really. I wasn’t sure what was going on with him but could feel it was something beyond the typical callousness. Like his aloof attitude and cynicism were a way of protecting himself.
I had seen and experienced how tender he could be and had a gut feeling that this was what he was actually like. Not the jerk player he was trying to come off as.
We got to the bed and he turned on me. Not in a bad or scary way. He just literally turned toward me, looking pretty intense.
He took the jersey off me, dropping it on the floor and then did the same with the tee shirt I was wearing under it and then my bra, slowly peeling down the layers of my clothes until he got to my breasts.
He didn’t actually do anything at first. He just looked at them and put his hands on them. I wasn’t sure what he might do next.
Then, out of nowhere, he plunged down, taking one of my tits in his hand and the other into his mouth, gently sucking it. Pleasure flowed through me and I got a bit weak in the knees. I put my hand against the wall to stay upright.
Sucking on my other breast next, Mike kissed his way down between them and over my belly, down towards the waistband of my jeans. Unfastening my pants, he slowly pulled them down, kissing each bit of flesh as it revealed itself, finally getting it all the way off.
Pulling off my panties somewhat less ceremoniously, he kissed his way back up my legs, starting at my bare feet, until he buried his face into my aching pussy. I ran my free hand through his hair as he licked, making me want to scream in pleasure.
He braced me by my hips to keep me upright and began to lick my tender, pink pussy lips with even more intensity, making me moan with pleasure. This was a big part of the reason I had given in and showed up at the game, and now I was so glad I had.
“Yes!” I nearly screamed.
He kept going, making me shudder with an intense orgasm. Guiding me down into a sitting position on the bed, he gently massaged my pussy, bringing me to a second delicious orgasm.
When I recovered, I took firm hold of his cock, which already bulging and hard in his pants, determined to give him even a bit of the pleasure he had given me. Getting his pants off, I stroked the shaft of his beautiful cock, taking care to swirl my tongue around the head of his it, licking up the precum.
Cupping his huge balls as well as I could in my other hand, I took his shaft most of the way into my mouth and started to suck him hard. He moaned and closed his eyes, letting me know how good it felt.