When the call was over, CJ slipped on the dress that she and Liz had selected then added the accessories. She grabbed her handbag and shoes and placed them in the doorway to the kitchen on her way to place her dishes for the day into the dishwasher. At precisely six o’clock, the doorbell rang. CJ closed the dishwasher lid and took a deep breath. “Right on time,” she said with a smile. Punctuality was a trait CJ admired, often steaming at people who left her waiting without notice or explanation for their tardy behavior.
She slipped on her heels and made her way toward the double door entrance with an intricate design of wrought iron and frosted glass panels. She could make out Dale’s silhouette and her heart fluttered at the sight. There was no denying that she was attracted to him. She paused ever so briefly before opening the door to greet him. “You’re punctual,” she said with a smile.
“Not really,” he joked. “I’ve been sitting in the driveway for ten minutes.”
CJ laughed. “I doubt that,” she said emphatically.
“No, you’re right. That would be creepy. I was waiting down the street, just out of sight,” he kidded. “Much less creepy.”
The scent of his cologne reached her nose as he stepped past her and into the foyer. Again, her heart fluttered at the intoxicating rich leathery aroma.
“These are for you,” he offered as he extended a pot of miniature roses to her. “I know everyone loves cut flowers, but I hate the idea of them withering away in a few days. I thought these would last longer.”
CJ was touched by the gesture. It had been years since anyone had gifted her flowers. She lifted the pale pink blooms to her nose to take in their delicate perfume.
“Apparently they’re called cupcake roses. Try not to let the kids eat them,” he teased.
CJ was already enjoying his sense of humor. “I’ll make sure these stay well out of their reach,” she assured him before placing the attractive pot on the console table in the entryway. “We have a few minutes. Do you want a drink and a quick tour?” she invited.
Words stuck in Dale’s throat as he watched her walk down the hall. He’d tried all day not to think about her ass. He wasn’t sure if it was the curves or the size or the firmness he’d observed the night before, but there was no denying that her bottom was going to be an issue for him. He watched as the fabric of her dress hugged the top of her butt, leaving him to imagine what lay beneath. He grit his teeth as his cock began to stir inside his snug boxer briefs. Her repetition of the invitation brought him back to reality. He forced out the words, “I’d love a drink.” He bit the inside of his lip as she walked toward the kitchen, taking a moment to adjust his package and his thoughts before following her down the wide hallway. He walked by a sitting room and dining room before entering the gourmet kitchen.
“What can I get you?” she inquired. “There’s a full bar in the basement, but I have a few options here,” she added. “Red or white wine?” she asked before adding, “or maybe a scotch or vodka?”
“How are you at mixing martinis?”
CJ laughed lightly. “Well, if your idea of a great martini is pouring vodka over ice and dropping in a few olives, then I guess I’m an expert.”
Dale laughed openly. “Not quite. Do you have a shaker?”
CJ nodded as she retrieved a bottle of Grey Goose from the freezer along with two martini glasses. “Let me get it.” Even wearing heels that elevated her close to six feet in height, CJ could barely reach the metal shaker that she stored on a top shelf in the corner of the kitchen. She’d normally pull out a stool, but couldn’t be bothered. She leaned against the countertop and rose to the very top of her tiptoes to reach the shiny cocktail shaker. She could touch the cold metal with her long fingers, but couldn’t quite get a grasp on the smooth surface. She gasped and her heart pounded as she felt Dale’s body next to hers.
“You’re tall,” he said quietly in her ear, “but not quite tall enough. Let me help.” With that, he extended his long arm up over her head to retrieve the item they were both after. Her body shivered as his torso brushed up against hers. She slowly lowered down from her tiptoes, reminding herself to breathe. “You smell lovely,” he whispered in a husky yet sensual voice.
He rose to his feet and kneeled into the sofa. He bent down and gave her a long, slow kiss, listening to her whimper as his slippery hard cock pressed against her throbbing wet pussy. He pulled away from her lips and watched as the tip of his cock disappeared inside her. He pressed and continued to sink deeper. He noticed she, too, was watching, biting her lip and whimpering. “Am I hurting you?” he asked quickly before thrusting any deeper.
“No,” she whispered. “You feel incredible.”
“Damn, CJ,” he moaned before pressing his cock deeper into her warm welcoming hole. He watched as her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites, and her body contorted as she clutched at the sofa cushions. He was surprised when he felt her pussy tighten around his cock. “Fuck, you’re coming again, aren’t you?”
She let out a long guttural moan and it was the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. He pressed deep and began to thrust as her hips shook and her shoulders pressed hard against the pillows. As he thrust, he sank deeper and deeper. He could barely catch his breath as his balls suddenly slapped against her ass and he realized his entire cock was inside her. He leaned forward heavily and choked out the words, “I’ve never been so deep.”
Her eyes fluttered open to see the exquisite look on his face. She watched his heavy eyelids and muscles that contracted and contorted in waves before they relaxed again. She reached around and grabbed his ass and pulled him deep, causing them both to gasp.
“I’ve no idea how long I can last,” he cautioned. “This is too much.”
“Come,” she whispered as her hand slid up his torso, across his chest, to rest on his shoulder.
He shook his head. “Not yet. I need another from you.” He began thrusting harder and faster. “I need you to come while I fuck you properly.” He fell into a rhythm of thrusting deep and hard and fast. Her whimpers turned to moans that escalated in volume and in pitch. Within minutes he knew she was on the edge. Both the hand on his shoulder and the fingers on his ass were digging in deep. He leaned forward ever so slightly and whispered, “come.”
As if on command, her body responded. Her pussy clenched hard and her legs began to quiver. Within seconds they were shaking hard against him.
He cried out as her hand clawed down his back from shoulder to ass as she tried to grasp as his skin. He felt his cock throb and shudder and then all of a sudden a surge of pain and pleasure moved through his body. He let out a grunting moan as he delivered deep, jagged thrusts. He felt her pussy contract and spasm against his cock, drawing his cum from deep in his balls. It was the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt. He gradually shifted to slow, deliberate thrusts and then to a peaceful stroke as his balls slowly emptied and his cock finished throbbing.
Her chest was heaving. Her breasts glistened with tiny droplets of sweat. She felt a shiver as he ran his hand from her hip, up her body, across her breast, coming to rest around the back of her neck. Every sense was tingling as he leaned down and softly kissed her. She took in the heated scent of his cologne and then savored the lingering taste of her pussy on his lips when he leaned his body heavily against hers. The feeling of his hot skin against her damp flesh sent a delicious shot of endorphins coursing through her veins again. “That was incredible,” she whispered as he kissed her cheek.
“Incredible doesn’t begin to describe it.” He kissed her lips again and then looked her in the eye. Their bodies had come to rest, sated and at peace. “I just wanted to get my hands on your ass,” he quipped with a slight smile. “I had no idea you’d be such an amazing fuck.”
She blushed ever so slightly. It caught her a little off guard that a high school English teacher would curse so openly. “This is not what I expected from our dinner conversation,” she jested.
“Nor I.” He chuckled.
She flinched as he laughed, instantly and pleasantly reminded that his cock was still deep inside her.
“Have I hurt you?” he asked, noticing her reaction.
“Not at all,” she whispered. “In fact, three orgasms suggest the opposite.”
He smiled widely. “Indeed they do.” He kissed her softly. “Do you always come so hard?” he asked curiously.
Again, she blushed. “You seem to know the magic formula,” she responded, trying to deflect the interrogation. She could feel his cock soften slightly and she had a sudden urge. She pushed him up off her body. “Come here,” she whispered.
He willingly moved up onto his knees, watching as his long, still hardened cock slid from her shiny, wet pussy.
She pushed herself up off the sofa and shoved him back against the opposite end of the furniture.
He lay completely outstretched on his back, curious as to what she was up to.
Without explanation, she dipped at his waist and gave his cock a long lick. “Mmm” she murmured before delivering another long delicious lick to the hard shaft in front of her. “I didn’t get a chance earlier,” she explained before sliding her lips over the tip, sucking the head into her mouth. With her eyes on his, she delicately swirled her tongue around and around before taking a deep suck. Fresh cum from his balls travelled up his cock and into her mouth. The smooth, salty liquid slipped across her tongue. “So tasty,” she murmured before giving his cock another lick.
“You’re full of surprises.”
She could only smile in return. She licked every inch of him, cleaning their cum off him before she realized, “You’re still hard.”
“I am,” he confirmed. He watched her expression for any hint of whether he might be able to enjoy her again.
“You can stay hard?” she asked curiously.
“I’m not gonna lie, this is a first.”
“Well, don’t waste it,” she said invitingly. “What other moves have you got?”