An Unexpected Tuesday
"Here," he texted her.
"Rn?" she texted him back.
He had unexpectedly found himself free for the day on a day that she had a rare morning free. she had texted him that they should hang out for a while before she had to work.
He was still on the road and initially declined, but then decided he really wanted to see her. He asked if she wanted anything and she said no, but he still had to get gas. He went into the station and paid for gas and a couple other items, then finished the short drive to her place. Still, he had arrived before she expected.
He heard the door click and open and he was immediately aroused. she was in a tank top and shorts that rode high enough up on her hips and were tight enough that at first he thought she was only wearing panties.
"Damn, babygirl", he growled appreciatively.
"Heh, thanks! This is my lazy look. I had just finished my makeup when you texted."
He stopped and took another good look. Her blond hair tumbled around her shoulders, her tank top was just tight enough that he could see her perfect, perky little tits. her long legs were bare up to her hips where her shorts weren't leaving much to his imagination. His cock twitched in his pants and he knew he would have to be careful he didn't get caught with a hard cock in his basketball shorts.
she caught his eye and he knew that she had caught him openly checking her out. she smiled at him, and licked her lips, briefly flashing her tongue ring at him.
He smiled back, giving the same energy, not caring that she had caught him. Then he remembered he had something in his hand.
Handing her the flowers he had brought with him, he said, "Here, babygirl, I picked these up for you."
her face lit up as she took the flowers from him.
"Aww, they're beautiful! Thank you, so much!"
"I got you this, too", he said, handing her a bag. Opening it, she saw he had brought her iced coffees, one of her favorite cravings.
she gave him a brief pout and said, "You didn't have to do this.
He smiled warmly at her and said, "I know, but you deserve surprises!"
she turned away and bent over to put the flowers and coffee down. her shorts were pulled up tight against her crotch and he groaned inwardly at the thought of her pussy, so close to him.
He could feel his heart start to beat harder, and he felt warm all over. His cock stirred in his shorts and began hardening. As she arranged the flowers, he was intently watching her ass, pale white, and imagining what it would be like to lay her across his knees and give her bare handed spankings until her ass was covered with red and pink handprints.
Without thinking, he reached out and slapped her ass with a firm, ringing slap.
she squealed in outrage, and said, "Yo, what the fuck?", while whirling around to face him. her face was flushed with a mix of confusion, anger, and arousal. her chest was heaving
"Sorry, babygirl. you just looked so...desirable and I couldn't help myself. you're so fucking perfect."
she suddenly noticed how close they were, and tried to take a step back, but felt the back of her calves hit the chaise inside the living room doorway. As she rocked backwards trying to keep her balance, he reached out and wrapped a hand in her hair, using her momentum to pull her down to the cushion.
He traced his free hand down her chest, feeling her nipples through the fabric of her shirt, and continued downward. As he reached the silky skin of her stomach, she tried to twist away and locked her legs together.
she tried to pull her head away from his grasp, but he yanked her hair and brought her head roughly back to the cushion. she let out a gasp as he did, a sound between a moan and a cry.
Relaxing his grip on her hair slightly, he allowed her to lift her head a little and meet his eye. she realized that he was waiting for permission to continue. He had spoken about his CNC kink before, but had never gotten so physical without talking about it first.
she was shocked by the suddenness of the act, but also, she could feel herself becoming warm. she relaxed slightly, off balance, but willing to trust him. Closing her eyes, she looked away from him, daring him to continue.
He continued moving his hand down her stomach, to the edge of her shorts, briefly teasing his fingertips into the waistband. Then he trailed his fingers down her shorts, across her mons, and finally cupped his palm against her pussy, through her shorts.
she fought against his touch, simultaneously wanting him to continue, but also on a primal level needing to struggle against the roughness of him attempting to claim her.
He worked his hand deeper between her locked legs. In a low voice he growled, "I can feel how hot and wet you are. I know you want this. Just give in."
The more she struggled to keep his hand from between her legs, the easier it was for him to force it deeper. He could feel her getting wetter though, the rough struggle getting to her.
Finally, he could feel her inner thighs squeezing his hand, trying to keep his probing fingers from finding an opening. He shifted his other hand from her hair to her throat and applied gentle pressure.
As she began to gasp, her body relaxed and he was able to push his fingers into the crotch of her shorts. As he pressed, he could feel a flood of moisture. He stroked his fingers gently up and down, letting her moisture lubricate his fingers.
Still carefully constricting her airflow, he pushed her shorts aside even further and worked two fingers inside of her. They slid in easily, and as his knuckles entered her, she bucked her hips upwards, taking his fingers deep inside of her. He began fucking his fingers in and out, while keeping his grip on her throat. Every once in a while, he would completely relax his grip and let her breathe hoarsely, arousal apparent in her breathing.
He became aware of a beeping noise and stopped his attentions, letting go of her throat. she heard the beeping too and sat up saying, "Hang on, that's my phone."
she looked at her phone for a minute and then looked at him and said, "The universe hates us, I have to go to work early."
He groaned out loud and rolled his eyes. This happened often, and he knew it was always a possibility. Still...
she said, "I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you I promise!"
He stood up, trying unsuccessfully to hide his erection. she leaned in to give him a hug, and as he squeezed her, his cock brushed against her.
Without thinking again, he wrapped his hand in her hair and spun her around so she was facing away from him, then pushed her face first down to the chaise.
The result was her ass in the air and he pressed himself against her, letting her feel his hardness and his desire through their clothes.
she made a throaty hum of desire and pressed back against him, letting him feel just how warm and wet he had gotten her.
He stepped back, hooked his fingers in her shorts, and pulled them down and off her legs in one swift motion. she stepped out of them when he knelt to pull them off.
Since he was kneeling behind her and the opportunity was perfect, he pulled her ass cheeks apart and began to lick from clit to asshole. Each time he ran his tongue ring over one of her sensitive nerve bundles, her knees buckled and she moaned.
He stood up and took her shorts, putting her wrists through the leg holes, and twisting them to create makeshift shackles. Using the leverage from these he pushed her face against the chaise again.
With his free hand, he pulled down his shorts. His hard cock bobbed up and down, free from the restraining fabric. Kicking her feet apart, he positioned himself behind her, then rubbed his thick, hard member up and down her by-now-very-wet pussy, lubricating himself with her juices.
As he pressed against her, he slid his manhood up and down, teasing her clit, then resting the head against her tight asshole. He pressed gently, teasing, then moved the head of his cock away, down to her waiting warmth.
Finally, knowing that time was short for her, and knowing he couldn't take any more, he found her opening with the engorged head of his cock. Positioning himself, he pushed, hard and fast, filling her completely. she raised her hips to meet his thrust and took him completely, pushing her ass back against him as she did.
He groaned at the sensation, and twisted her shackles tighter, pulling her back against him with more force, while placing his free hand on her hip, pulling her against him every time he thrusted hard into her. she made a noise every time he pushed back into her.
Before long, he felt the pressure building deep inside him. she felt so good, and he knew he wasn't going to last.
"Unhh, babygirl... I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill you. Fuuuuuck!"
With a last thrust and a hoarse cry, he began to climax. His manhood throbbed and pumped his hot, thick cum into her. turned on by the fucking she had been receiving, she achieved release and came with him, squirting as she did.
He collapsed onto the chaise, pulling her with him, against him. He held her there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her pussy squeezing and the warmth.
"That was hot, Daddy, but I have to get ready for work now, and you've made me a mess. You go home and relax on your day off so I can get to work. I'll text you later."
"Okay, princess. But don't think I've forgotten about our interruption..."
Unexpected Tuesdays are great.
- During their intimate moments, he mentioned his interest in consensual non-consent, expressing his desire for an older man younger woman BDSM scenario.
- Recalling their previous discussions about their kinks, she suggested they explore a role reversal scenario, with her taking the dominant role and him submitting.
- As they delved deeper into their exploration, they discovered a shared appreciation for age play within their BDSM activities, with the older man actively seeking out the younger woman's dominance.