The party was wrapping up and we were two of the last five hanging around.
“I gotta go guys. It’s been great.” I said as I yawned.
He stood up from the lounger and asked, “Where did you park? I’ll walk you to your car.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I do and you’ll let me.” he said quite directly.
I noticed the other three people caught the tension we’d just created as the stare lasted longer than what was friendly and his face showed he meant it.
I glanced down, happy my face wouldn’t show how flushed I felt by his dark stare, and said “okay”.
I didn’t see the others look at each other with raised eyebrows, but I did wonder if they’d caught any of our interactions earlier in the night.
I wondered if Luke noticed that I did my best to avoid him all night. He’d had his haircut recently and smelled as good as he looked. I rarely saw him outside the gym but this towering dark, handsome look was worth the wait. If we were standing in the same group, he’d catch my eye as people were talking. While sitting, he managed to wait until the seat next to me was vacant before torturing me with that deep, smooth voice near my ear. When he told me he was walking me out, my stomach did 3 flips before I reminded myself, “I’m the older one, I can control this.”
We waved as the closed the door and stepped out into the warm, spring night. I tried to stay slightly ahead of him, but at 6’3” his stride made it easy for him to keep up.
“Did you have fun?” he asked casually.
“Yes. It’s always fun to see everyone outside of the box.” I replied truthfully
“It is. It’s fun to see you all dressed up. You look really good.”
I chuckled nervously, “You too.” as I realized his arm was brushing mine.
After a few more yards, I pulled away and mumbled, “Here I am.”
“I know which one is yours” he said as he grabbed my upper arm.
His large, warm hand easily encircled my bicep and I stopped short. He turned me around and I desperately didn’t want to look up.
“What did I do? Why have you been avoiding me?” he said with a bit of pain in his voice
“Because I can’t.”
“You can’t what?”
“I can’t stop thinking of all the ways I’ve fucked you when I think about you at night!” My pride told me not to look down so I stared at is shoulder instead.
He dropped his hand, I could sense his smile and heard him say, “Oh. Hm. I didn’t expect you to say that.”
I glanced at his face and his grin was wider than I could have thought possible.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the other side of my car, away from the street lights, put his back against the door and pulled me into him. His skin was even more intoxicating up close. I could taste the last margarita he drank when he used those full lips to kiss the surprise out of my mouth. I leaned into him and could feel the movement in his pants.
I’d wanted to touch him since the first time i laid eyes on him that Wednesday in October when he strolled into our little CrossFit box.
His athleticism was easily appreciated by all, as his muscles had muscles but it was his charm and smile that kept most workouts and instagram posts interesting.
He knew exactly how to use those full lips and I finally got my chance to touch that beard that my fingers craved to tangle themselves in. Clearly, he’d been waiting to get a handful of my ass because when I wrapped my other arm around his neck, I could feel those long fingers of his brushing the edge of my cheeky panties. I was suddenly excited and nervous about my choice to wear a skirt that night and as he kissed my neck and down into my cleavage, he expertly spun us both so my back was supported by the car. He was in a full squat as I realized what he was about to do. His hands were under my skirt and he pulled my hips toward him while he moved my panties aside. I didn’t think I was drunk at all but my inhibitions were certainly somewhere else as I let him put one thigh on his shoulder and pulled his head in while his tongue expertly found my clit. His mustache tickled and scratched my waxed skin but the sensations he sent through me were worth it. He somehow pulled me closer while he sucked, circled, licked and flicked rhythmically.
I heard familiar voices in the distance and jerked away from him saying, “Hold on!”
I wasn’t sure how I heard them through my sighs and moans but I did realize they’d stopped talking.
He stood up, stroked his beard while assessing me and when he put his put his hand over his nose, commented, “I’m going to enjoy smelling my beard for awhile.” with that amazing grin I’d grown to appreciate.
Luke glanced up and waved back at the people we both knew then told me, “Get in your car and follow me”. He wasn’t the kind of man to wear a skinny or slim fit but the thick bulge in the front of his pants made everything else fit more snugly.
As was our constant struggle for the balance of power, I said, “Wait! I don’t know your number if I get lost!”
“Give me your phone woman.” he almost growled.
I didn’t think it was possible, but that sound made me wetter.
I unlocked it and handed him my phone. He typed in his number and I heard his phone ring. I ended the call and got in the car.
I didn’t think it possible to feel the mix of emotions that were running through my body at the same time. The thing I wanted was happening. The man I’d been craving wanted me. Wondering what happened to the girlfriend who I’d heard about a few months ago…
Was he really that guy?! They probably broke up. God I hope he’s not that guy. I don’t want to ask now! Where are we going? Oh God, what are we doing to do?!
I turned on some music at the next stop light and realized we were in my neighborhood. We were turning left at the light next to my complex and I realized he’d paid attention to where i lived and knew where to go. When we arrived at the gate, he pulled aside to let me go through first. I had at least a dozen more questions about how he knew what he knew but then realized that although he was 10 years younger than me, he was an observant man and this night had the potential to be better than I thought.
I knew my room was a mess and couldn’t sort out how I would distract him so I could clean it. I pushed the thoughts from my mind and gestured to the visitor’s parking area while I went to my assigned spot. By the time my suv was in park, and I had my purse on my shoulder, he was waiting by the walkway with the front of his khakis no less full than they were when we left.
He put his hand on the small of my back and I shuddered. I was so excited my ears were getting warm. I tried to take a deep breath to calm me down but the exhale was more of a sigh, that he obviously heard, and leaned in to kiss my neck. I was glad we’d arrived at my door because that kiss buckled my knees and I suddenly didn’t know how to unlock a door.
“Gimme” he said as he took the keys from my hand.
He unlocked the door, pulled me inside and in what seemed to be a movement swifter than I understood, closed and locked it behind me. I was pinned to my own door when this man I’d only laughed about random occurrences with brought his mouth back to mine and let me taste my own flavors on his mouth. He was so ready. Oh God was he ready.
I wanted to taste him. I’d dreamt about and fantasized about tasting him for months. While I wanted to let him finish what he’d started, I knew if I wanted to feel those muscular haunches in my hand while he thrusted into me, I needed to make sure there was a round two available. I was assuming that a man of his age and health would only need 15 minutes max to recharge and I’d find out later, my estimation was mostly correct.
I pushed him back and although a bit of confusion crossed his face, he straightened and stood upright. I took his hand and walked him to my room. Either it wasn’t that bad or he didn’t care, but I guided him to stand in front of the futon while I unbuckled his pants. I guess the sight of me licking and biting my lower lip kept him going because he pulled me in to kiss me again and let me taste those beautiful lips a bit more. My hands didn’t stop working to free his cock and I pulled away to see the wet stain on the front of his boxer briefs. I pulled them down and watched his beautiful, thick shaft spring forward and dropped to my knees.
We often did this strange dance. This back and forth, push and pull. Each of us wanted to dominate yet clearly enjoyed being dominated. He knew I was a strong woman but happily let him put me in my place. I knew he didn’t like it when I teased him like a little brother but did it anyway to push his buttons. When I pulled on his hand to get him to sit, he pulled back for a second before it registered that I was going to stay on my knees.
He let me pull his pants and boxers down to his ankles before realizing it was going to make it difficult for me to get to all the parts of him I wanted.
“Wait!” he ordered while he kicked off his shoes and finished the job of removing his clothes. I took a couple of seconds to appreciate the body I’d spent so many classes drooling over before leaning right in and taking in as much of his cock as my mouth could handle.
“Oh God”, I heard him sigh.
I took the closest hand I could see and put it on the back of my head while I used both of my hands to keep the pressure on his length. His cock wasn’t massive but it was more than enough to gag me and I knew I’d feel full of him when he slid into me.
His taste and smell were exactly as I’d hoped but completely different than I’d thought. He was salty and sharp but somehow mild at the same time. I let the vacuum seal pop as I pulled my lips away from the head to slather his balls with some moisture and he shifted his hips closer to my face.
“You like that, don’t you?” I heard him say.
“Mmmmhmmm” I said in return.
“You like sucking dick?” he asked smugly.
I wanted him to know that it wasn’t a general cock I wanted, it was his.
I licked my lips again, looked him directly in the eye and said, “I like sucking your dick. I’ve dreamt about sucking your dick so hard i take your knees out. May I finish?”
He chuckled, leaned down to give me a peck and pushed my head back toward his lap.
We found our rhythm again and I made sure every part of him my mouth touched remained sufficiently wet. I could feel the pulsing and throbbing letting me know he was close. His testicles were pulled in close and I made sure I didn’t break the seal my lips had created while I attempted to suck him dry. I could feel him trying to regulate the rhythm of my head while letting me do what I wanted and when that old, familiar pulse began, I took in all of him to let the warmth of his release hit the back of my throat. I had to swallow three times to get all of his cum down but when I pulled away, I made sure the tip of my tongue swirled the head since I knew it would be sensitive.
The almost pained, “ahhh” that escaped his throat was worth it and the eye contact after reminded me of lifting across from him and how I would make sure I’d smirk again when we saw each other after this.
“Get on the bed.”
“Okay”, I said and started to scoot back
“No, sit right here on the edge. I’m going to finish”
“But you just…”
“No.” he interrupted. “Take off your panties”
“Okay with the orders” I mocked lightly
“Hush woman”
I took them off and noticed he put them in his pocket.
He didn’t put away his swollen but flaccid cock as he dropped in front of my spread thighs and again buried his face between my legs like I was dinner.
I am not a light woman but he pulled my hips to his face like I weighed nothing and began giving me tremors I hadn’t had in forever. Before I could become worried that he wouldn’t know how to please me, I felt one long finger slide into my pussy and carefully rub my gspot.
“Oh Luke!”
“mmmHmmm” I heard.
He didn’t hush me again, and even if he had. I don’t think I would have been able to stay quiet.
He didn’t rush me but rather he used his mouth to dine on my delicate lady parts like he hadn’t had a meal all day. It wasn’t long before I felt the waves building and realized he’d started using 2 fingers because I felt fuller than before. I hadn’t been lapped before but his used his tongue like he was licking an ice cream cone and although it was slow, my climax was starting while he used his strong hand to keep the rhythm of the stroke. That was it. I exploded. I screamed. I moaned.
“Say my name.” he ordered again
“Oh Luke! Yes Luke! AH!”
Then he filled me. He filled me and he fucked me. My walls were still spasming when I felt his thrusts and I’m not sure if my orgasm ever stopped.
I don’t know when I managed to slide back up toward the headboard of the bed but I knew when my calf was on his shoulder while he expertly thrust into me, that was my time to slide my hands up and down his butt and back.
He fucked me like he was sure. He smiled at me knowing I was loving this. He leaned in, kissed me and slid back out. The cold air snapped me out of it for a moment while he situated himself next to me. The shiny slickness on his still erect cock let me know he hadn’t come again and when he said, “Climb on”, I knew he wanted more.
I was nervous about letting him see that much of me. I knew I wasn’t as fit as other women at the gym but he wanted to look at me.
“I want to see your amazing smile while you ride me. I’ve had so many dreams of hearing your laugh while I make you climax.”
I chuckled and awkwardly climbed on. I wiggled around for a bit to find the right angle while he held his stiffness for me to sit back on. My large breasts filled his hands and I began to ride.
“You know this is why I like watching you dance, don’t you?”
“Yes” I said breathlessly, “I know you watch me when I dance. Why do you think I keep shaking my hips?” I smirked
“Mmmm” he said while biting his lip and smiling.
He licked his thumb and found my clit again.
I began wondering who taught him to do these things but quickly stopped caring. I was getting there quickly. The build to my orgasm was happening faster this time.
“Oh yes.”
“Don’t stop”
I said between thrusts.
I started twitching and spasming and he flipped me on my back.
His kisses made me want to not stop kissing him but I felt those thrusts again and knew he wanted to cum. We remained liplocked between grunts and he froze. He moaned in my mouth, shuddered and went limp.
I held his weight. I invited it. I rubbed his back while I felt his limp cock slip out of me.
That was a really good party.
Turning On My Big Brain 