I arrived at Christopher’s apartment and he had a just set out dinner. He made me couscous and grilled salmon and had two glasses of red wine on the table. I was wet just from the fact that he had made an effort for me. I have had seen some selfish and narcissistic men over the past few years. Kindness and manners get me hot… plus Christopher looks sexy in the kitchen. We were going to an event a bit later at a local club themed “The Cure vs The Smith’s” where Djs were playing my old 80’s music. We had a little while before the show, so as we caught up over dinner, we also decided that we had time for a little play time too.
After dinner we headed to his room. We stood and kissed for a while discarding clothes along the way. My dress was tossed aside. I sat down on the corner of the bed behind me, still in my panties, but dropping my bra onto the floor. I motioned for Chris to stand in front of me. He discarded his underwear and his big cock was soon directly in front of my face. He moved his cock down to rub it between my breasts. I spit into my hand and helped lube his cock a bit as he seemed to enjoy rubbing it there. Occasionally, he slapped the head against my nipple. I rubbed the top of the shaft as it went in-between my breasts. I looked up at Christopher before I began to take it into my mouth. He was watching me tend to his cock and playing with my hair.
I held it at the back of my throat (at least quite far considering the size of his cock). I used my tongue against the shaft as it rested in my mouth and I began to drool. He held my head and pushed just a little further, knowing that I would gag. Men seemed to enjoy the gag thing. Years ago, I was under the impression that gagging was a bad thing but my opinion on the matter has since changed. I popped it out of my mouth and looked up again, slapping the head on my tongue before starting to take it in and out of my mouth. He began to moan and thrust his hips forward, getting a little deeper and a little faster. He suddenly backed away and I thought he was just ready to fuck.
He knelt down and moved my panties aside. I laid back on the bed to enjoy the pleasure that I was about to receive. He rubbed his fingers between my lips and rubbed my clit before sliding a couple fingers inside of me. His tongue took over clitoral duties as I began to moan and writhe. He would take his fingers out, saturating me with my juices before getting a bit more into it but he stopped before I came, grabbing a condom, and sliding into me as I was still on my back.
He held me closely, lying on top of me and kissed me. His lips grazed against mine and I could feel his breath as his speed and depth intensified. Both of us were breathing heavily as he sat back so that he could rub my clit. My moans turned into utterances of “Fuck” and “Oh, god” as I was getting close to cumming. I was holding onto his sculpted arms and squeezed them while he got deeper inside of me. Christopher leaned forward again so we could kiss some more. I came as he fucked and kissed me. I think my orgasm triggered his as he was cumming soon after before collapsing on me while I toyed with his soft hair. We laid there for a few minutes before remembering that we had a show to get to.
We had a cigarette and watched some distant lightning as we waited for an Uber. I wanted to be able to have a couple of drinks and Christopher doesn’t live that far from the venue anyway. The last time I saw Christopher there was a storm, so he made some joke about me controlling it. I raised my hands up and out as if casting a spell and a flash went across the sky. Cool. We arrived at the club and grabbed drinks. They had themed drinks based on the music so I enjoyed a “Let’s Go to Bed” and Christopher had some other thing. We had a smoke, chatted, and people watched before heading inside. We rubbed the top of the Martin Van Buren bust for luck as there’s a sign encouraging visitors to do so for luck. The DJ was going back and forth between songs of The Smith’s and The Cure as we meandered through the crowd. Nobody was dancing though. It was still fairly early but I thought more people would be into it. I suggested that we grab another drink so that I’ll be buzzed enough to do a little dancing.
We went back to the patio and it started to rain a bit. They have a few awnings that people ducked under so we had a smoke under one. We enjoyed the rain drops and the scattering crowd of people. You would have thought it was pouring. We headed back inside and soon learned there was a band about to start. Neither of us knew there was a live band. Apparently, the promoters didn’t do a great job. They were great. They were an 80’s cover band that played all my favorites. I joked that it’s as if we’re listening to the music in my car. We started on the fringes of the crowd. We moved up a bit closer to the stage as we started to dance to the live versions of songs by New Order, Depeche Mode, Duran Duran and such. Oddly enough, no Cure or Smith’s songs (or at least not enough based on tonight’s club theme). We had so much fun. We kissed, we danced (at times in a naughty manner), and I grazed my hand across his cock as he danced behind me. I noticed people watching us dance, fondle and kiss one another probably thinking we should “get a room” but I think some of them would have wanted to join us.
We joked about bringing the sexy female singer back with us but alas, at the end of the night, it was just the two of us heading back to Christopher’s. Before we left, we were having a smoke and a young drunk couple sat down on the bench next to us. I thought the guy was alright but the girl was trashed. We moved out of the way just in time to avoid the vomit as a kind security brought her a trash can. Her boyfriend had seemingly fallen asleep as she continued to throw up. We ran to the bathroom before we left. As we were leaving, we got to see the puke girl and her guy again, doing a little better but now making out. Gross. We laughed as we hopped back in an Uber.
We were both hot and sweaty from dancing and it was a hot summer night. Clothes were quickly discarded as we hopped into his bed. He turned on a new red light bulb that he had gotten so the lighting was very unique for this 2nd round. I joked about it now being the red light district and we briefly had a discussion about Amsterdam. We began to kiss and touch one another as our breathing got heavier and the sweating continued. I went between his legs as he was on his back. He held my hair as I tool his cock in and out of my mouth but not for as long this time as he was soon pulling me up on top of him. I rubbed his cock against my clit with my hand and combined my wetness with his precum to stroke him a bit as I leaned down to kiss him. I sat upright and put on a condom before guiding his cock inside of me. He was watching me, nodding and smiling. He leaned up to kiss my nipples and grab my breasts as I began to slowly ride him. He continued to caress my breasts as I rubbed my clit as I had been so close to cumming just from rubbing his huge cock against me. I was soon moaning his name as I could feel myself begin to throb.
After my orgasm , I was flipped onto my back and fucked in a myriad of positions. I glanced at the mirrored closet to watch Christopher holding my legs apart and pounding me harder and harder.He was very sexy to watch as he fucked me. He slapped my thigh and told me to get on my knees. I reached forward with my arms stretched straight out, grabbing the edge of the bed for balance. I had my face almost buried under the pillow and my ass up high for his enjoyment. He fucked my pussy, clutching my thighs as I thrust back into him for even more depth. It was as if I could feel him in my throat again. He came with a moan and a shudder as I felt the throbbing within me.
We cuddled for a while after with more tickles and rubs on one another’s backs and arms. He was always one to enjoy after sex chat and cuddling which I like about him. I realized that I was starting to doze off a bit as he spooned me and saw that it was after 2am. I had to get home to my husband although I had warned him that it would probably be a late night with the show and all. We found our discarded clothes and had a smoke as he walked me to my car. We shared yet another delightful kiss as he reminded me to text him when I got home which I did. My husband had already gone to bed but I knew that my reclaiming would be due the following night. I should have showered because of the sweat from dancing and the sweat from fucking but I was too tired. This dirty girl was done for the night. -Juliet Adelaide
