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A Dinner With My Lover  

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12/16/2020 12:51 pm
A Dinner With My Lover


I heard your car pull up, the gravel crunched underneath the tires as it rolled a stop. After a few short moments of silence, the door clicked open and I imagined you gathered your purse and keys in your hand. The door slammed shut followed again by the sound of gravel underfoot as you approached the house. At last, the sound of your heels striking the concrete pad of the veranda sounded and the front door began to swing open. Earlier in the week, you told me to let myself in using the key kept under the large flower pot that sat next to the front door on the covered veranda. I had arrived earlier in the day, finishing my work quicker than planned. This gave me more than enough time to drive to your home, buy some groceries and wine for the evening.

I knew, even though you loved to teach, the always active kept you on your toes and by Friday you were usually tired and relieved that you had a few days off. I had anticipated this, so instead of having you rush home and then change clothes for a dinner out, I thought if I prepared supper for you we could have a relaxing night together. On this particular night, it was all about relaxation; your relaxation.

The front door swung open and you entered the house. Your purse was slung over one shoulder and an armful of paperwork from school was bundled against your chest. I wondered when you might find time to do this homework, but I shelved that thought when you turned around to face me. I will never grow tired from the thrill and pure enjoyment I get when I first lay eyes on you after a few weeks apart. Everything about you radiates everything I loved about you. Your eyes glistened, the corners slightly wrinkled when you smiled which showed your wonderful embracement of life. The way your hair framed your face, coming to rest on your slender shoulders. The way the corner of your mouth turned upward when you smiled. Your delicate hands, perfectly manicured, yet so strong in their grip. The nape of your neck, so impossibly smooth, gracefully arcing up from your shoulders and your legs... your legs, so strongly muscled from of running, so perfectly sculptured, your calves rounded, your thighs firm, but yielding.

The outfit you wore was somewhat conservative as befitting a teacher in a public school. It was an open necked chocolate brown silk blouse with French cuffs. This was coupled with an above the knee, pleated floral skirt in brown shades which swirled outwards as you moved. Around your neck you wore a gathering of bead work strung in a complex weave of light browns and pink coral colours. Your legs were tanned and bare with your feet fitted into a pair of tan pumps with a slightly raised heel. I am always amazed at your style.

"Gina, you look stunning", I said without a hint of lying.

And it was true, your beauty and the fashion in which you dress have always taken me completely in and drawn my eyes to you. You dropped your bag and papers on a small bench by the front door and turned to me, your skirt flared as you swirled around revealing more of your shapely legs.
You looked up at me just as I descended the steps the main foyer, a large glass of wine in my hand for you. Before even saying hello, you reached for the wine glass.

"How did you know?" You said .

As I handed you the wine glass, you took it in one hand and with the other hand you pulled close you until our lips were inches away.

"It is so good see you again, Peter", and with that your lips touched mine, slightly parted.
I closed my eyes as I tasted the hint of your lipstick and the reveled in the warmth that was rushing over . We both softly moaned our approval as we kissed, your arms around my neck, one hand precariously holding the wine glass level. My arms encircled your waist pulling you . You drew your head slightly backward, looked in the eyes and holding the stare for a moment.

"I mean, really good see you".

You then leaned forward once again kiss , but this time more deeply and I understood the appreciation you felt at that moment. As we hugged you drew in a deep breath and exhaled softly, a smile spread across your face. With that you seemed to notice the aroma in the air.

"You made me supper?"

"Yes." I replied and explained it wasn't much, but tasty, nonetheless. You broke away from me and mounted the stairs gracefully, your heels clicked on the hardwood as you walked through the living room to the kitchen.

"You found everything you need? Can I do anything? What are you making... it smells delicious", you said in rapid fire as you crossed the kitchen to the stove.

Delicately you lifted the lid from the skillet and let the aroma wash over you in a cloud of steam. You picked up a wooden spoon beside the pan and stirred the dish a bit, inhaling deeply. I walked up to you, took the lid and the spoon from your hands.

"I found everything I needed and what I couldn't find right away, I eventually did run across. Now, go sit down in the living room, I'll look after the food." I replied.

I gave you a quick peck on the lips and softly paddled your shapely bum as you passed by me. I watched as you moved back to the living room, your hips moving gently under your skirt, your legs flashed into view as you walked.

As always, when I watched you, my desire for you physically overwhelmed me. This always seemed to be my reaction to you and thankfully you accepted my praise and desire with acceptance and appreciation. My thoughts trailed off as I returned my attention to the pan in front of me. The dinner was one that could sit and keep warm in the skillet for a fairly reasonable length of time without much caring for. Which meant I could be distracted by you without fear of burning the dish.

After I replaced the lid on the skillet, I made my way into the living room and lower myself onto the couch. We bounced off the events of the day with each other; you about the school day and me about the work I did. You sipped on the chilled Chardonnay and as we talked, I was able to keep the glass mostly topped up with the bottle which rested in an ice filled bucket on the coffee table. As the warmth of the alcohol raced through your blood, you allowed your head to loll back and closed your eyes for a moment. I took this break in our conversation to set the table.

The meal was a chicken dish that cooked in a single skillet in a bed of red and green peppers, onions, jalapeño peppers, lime and beer. The meat was infused with a delicate balance of flavours with a hint of heat from the jalapeños, served on a bed of rice. As mentioned, a simple dish, but one that both satisfied and titillated the mouth. Essentially, what I was trying to do to you.

Once the meal was on the table, I called your name aloud. Perhaps it was the memories I have twinned with your name; the memories of our clandestine trysts over the that thrilled , but nonetheless, every time I have thought or spoke your name, I had a rush of euphoria.
You sat down opposite and settled your wine glass next a tall glass of water. As I peered between the burning wax candles set on the table, the soft light accentuated your features more. The flickering light of the candles made your eyes dance even more and added another deeper layer of sexiness you. I reached across the table and took one of your hands in mine and thanked you for inviting up for the night and for the coming weekend in Toronto. You smiled that devastating smile of yours and mentioned quite truthfully that the pleasure was all yours. That was what this night and weekend was about... your pleasure.

After we finished the meal, you sat back and sipped at your wine, playfully swirling the golden liquid around the balloon glass while I cleared the table off. When I was finished, I reached for your free hand and gently pulled you out of your seat and led you back over to the couch where we settled onto the warm supple leather.

"That was wonderful", you said to me. "Thank you. It is such a treat to come home to a hot meal, a cold glass of wine and of course, you".

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against yours, resting my right hand on your lap.
"Anything, and I mean anything for you, my dear", came my now familiar response.

You leaned back into the comfort of the couch and extended your legs onto the coffee table in front of us. I looked along their length, your skirt had ridden up a bit and now showed more of your upper thighs. You crossed your legs at the ankle, your feet still in heels. I know that you must have slipped these on for me after your school day was over as they were certainly not a shoe designed for standing on your feet all day or in the yard chases after during recess. I appreciated your efforts to placate my preference for a woman in heels rather than flats for a romantic evening.
"You have incredible looking legs", I said in complete honesty.

In response you raised your left leg, toes pointed upward and slightly rotated your foot one way and then the other giving a better perspective of calf and your shoe.

“You like?” You said, fully aware and understanding of my obsession with the way your legs look in heels.

As you raised your leg, you seductively ran your hands down from your calf to your upper thigh. As you did so your skirt fell onto your lap, pooling just below the junction of your legs. Your complete shapely leg was exposed to my eyes and it mesmerized. You turned and looked at me with those wonderfully expressive eyes.

"Do you really think so"? You purred.

I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue and nodded in affirmation and without saying a word I arose. I took your proffered leg in my hand and sat down on the coffee table and lowered your foot into my lap. I grasped the back of your shoe and slide it off your foot, dropping it next to me on the floor. I took your foot in both my hands and used my thumb and fingers began to manipulate the muscles in your foot. Starting at the base of your toes I radiated my massaging fingers outward over your metatarsals, pushing them and releasing any tension built up over the day. Your eyes closed and your head lay back onto the over-filled backing of the couch. I could see you open your eyes dreamily every once in a while and look at me. Your slight smile revealed the pleasure this brought to you. I moved from your toes to your inner arch and again softly, but firmly massaged as I started to rotate your foot at the ankle which stretched out some of the tendons and muscles. My hands could not resist running along your calf. Your skin was so incredibly smooth and velvety to the touch. My hands then rounded to your calf muscles and began to squeeze and rub the firm flesh. If I had spent any more time massaging your leg I was sure I wouldn't be able to stop my upward migration of your legs. From the satisfied look on your face, I am sure you would not have prevented this ascent. My thoughts were lost in a blizzard of desire. You moved your right leg over and held it aloft it in front of me.

"This one is getting jealous", you said with a sly smile crossing your face.

Without being prompted again, I lowered your left foot onto my lap and cradled the other in my hands. I leaned forward, traced my finger across the small tattoo on your ankle, placed a soft kiss on the upper arch of your right foot and slipped the shoe off, letting it fall beside the other on the floor. I repeated the same massage on this foot; giving it the same attention as I did the other. Your left foot nestled between my legs and began to press firmly against my crotch. Your toes felt the stiffening erection in my pants and began an enticingly erotic massaging rhythm. You have always loved the fact that I am so easily aroused by you; anywhere, anytime seemed to be my motto for you. This in turn aroused you; a circular situation and a happy merry-go-round that I never want to be let off of.

My arousal grew steadily as I reveled in both the way I touched your legs and from your toes manipulation of my hardening coc I looked directly at you and placed both your feet between my thighs. I ran my hands up the length of your calves your knees, lingered for only a moment, then I closed my knees, holding your feet in place. Given a few more moments I would have likely taken my cock out and slid my erection between the arches of your feet and fucked them. You sensed I was on that edge.

You leaned back and slipped your feet between my legs again and pressed against my hard-on. I reached down and took your right foot in my hand and again kissed the upper arch and placed it beside me on the coffee table. Then I took your left foot, raised it and softly kissed the instep; the sensitive skin on your inner arch and placed it likewise on the coffee table on the other side of my hips. Your legs were now parted with me in between them. I shifted forward, dropped onto my knees from the table and continued to stroke your legs.

"Mr. Smith. What are you doing?" You said in a faux innocent voice as you had gathered the fabric of your skirt and pushed your hands down between your legs.

"All the better to eat you with," was the only thing I could think of to say.

You raised your left leg and placed your ankle on my shoulder. Your right knee fell to the side, which spread your legs further as you slid your hips slightly down the seat of the couch toward me. I kissed the inner side of your left calf and then slid my lips and tongue up to your inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. As I moved forward, your leg slid over my shoulder and around the back of my neck pulling me into you. Then you reached down, took a handful of hair and pulled my face into your pussy. I was surprised by your aggressive action but loved your desire in reaching out and taking what you wanted. As my face slid into the junction of your legs I was delighted to not find your naked pussy.

I smiled to myself as I realized that you had likely slipped them off when I was setting the table. You had waited for the right moment to expose yourself to me. I smiled and moaned my approval as my hands slid under your bum, lifting your hips up and spreading your legs slightly more to allow my mouth to search out your pussy. I could feel the heat of your arousal even before I could taste you. It seemed your pussy was on fire and enticed me closer and closer to your wetness. My cock was extended down the leg of my pants, hard from the teasing of your foot and from finding myself with a mouthful of your wonderful womanhood.

My tongue began to lick your slit from the<b> bottom </font></b>upwards, teasingly I scooped up your juices into my mouth and savoured its erotic essence. Then my tongue focused on your little erect bud of nerve endings, flicking it and swirling my tongue around it. I pressed my head deeper between your legs, forced them wider apart sending jolts through your body.

With ankles crossed behind my head, your hips rolled upward to meet my mouth, one hand holding my head in place. I reached down and undid the top of my jeans and drew the fly down which released my hard coc I took it in one hand and started to stroke it. I was so aroused by your wanton fucking of my face your moans of approval were broken with words so rarely heard from your lips.

"Fuck, oh fuck oh God, don't stop."
The words ran into one another and came out in a stream of unconsciousness desire. As I heard those words coming from you, they only aroused me more and prompted me to slide one of my hands between your legs. fingers slid into you with ease and moved as deep as my hand would go and then I started to slowly pump them in and out of you feeling your pussy muscles contract against them.

"Now... fuck now", I heard you say after a few minutes.

I pulled my mouth away from the sweet nectar I was devouring. You looked down at , cheeks flushed red, your blouse open and your lace bra shoved up over your breasts and one hand squeezed one of your hard nipples. Your hair was mussed up a bit and your eyes blazed with desire. I knew then that they fuck plea was not just words arouse; but that you wanted my cock in you.

I stood up quickly and pulled my jeans off and pushed you onto your back lengthwise on the leather surface. You raised one leg over the backrest of the couch. I kissed you hard, your mouth felt cool to my tongue, the heat dissipated from your heavy breathing. I knelt between your legs, took my cock in hand and placed it on the swollen lips of your labia. I slowly rubbed the head of it between your lips coating it with your juices. Then I pressed my hips downward and slid my cock into you.

I will never get over the silkiness of your pussy as it enveloped my coc The heat, the wetness, the muscular contractions that kept drawing it deeper and deeper into you. You were ready for my size; the elasticity of your pussy readily accepted my full hard 8 inches sliding in until my pubic bone met yours. I pushed my cock into you as deep as I could go, your hips were equally as forceful, pushing upward against my cock and we held that for a few moments, we kissed each other as perhaps it was the last kiss of our lives. Then slowly I pulled out of you until just the head remained between your lips and then slid the entire length back into you, again hearing your sharp intact of breath. We both started to move against each other, finding the natural, instinctive rhythm of lovers; your upward thrusts meeting my downward thrust in perfect unison.

Your arms were around my neck, hugging me close, then travelled down to my ass pulling me deeper into you before you raked your fingernails up my back leaving red welts in the skin. The pain was absolute pleasure to me. I had one hand on the back of your neck, the other sought out your hard nipples. I teased and pulled on them until I was able to draw away from your demanding lips. I took first one in my mouth and sucked hard, then alternated between them.
"Fuck me, fuck me" you kept moaning. "Peter... Peter... Peter" you said as the pronunciation of my name faded into series of soft moans.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me, cock, fuck me, oh fuck, fuc"

Every expulsion of breath was accompanied by these words which added both of our fires. We both moved into each other hard and fast, both building to the inevitable orgasm. I felt my balls tighten, I tried to slow my movements to stretch the length of time before I came. But you would have no part of that.
As I slowed down, you sped up. You urged me further and further along the path to cumming. I tensed my body as hard as I could, an attempt to suppress the inevitable. I pushed my cock into you, no longer moving my hips, but letting you roll your hips as you fucked me. I bit down on my lip trying to stave off the growing tidal wave of pleasure that started deep in my body. Like a train rushing forward, the building of pressure inside me was mounting and mounting.
I clasp my legs together tightly in a last futile effort.

"Oh God", was about all I could say.

My inner strength gave way to the human instincts of orgasm and I felt my first contraction as my cum travelled up from my prostrate, through my hard shaft and shot deep inside your pussy. First one shot, then followed by another and another. With each ejaculation my breath exploded into your ear. It seemed this was all that you needed to push you over the first edge of your orgasm, with each shot of cum in your hot cunt, you tightened around me and squeezed the seed out of my coc You pressed your hips against and ground your clit against the base of my cock and pubic bone. You were lost in your own orgasm as I repeatedly shot my cum deep into you. Both our hips stopped moving for a moment. We both fell silent in an effort to catch our breaths. Then slowly your hips began to roll under me, my cock deep, deep inside of you. It swam in the mix of our juices; slick, hot and wet. I started to pull out of you, but you stopped me and pulled me back into you.

"Not yet. Stay in me", you whispered into my ear.

I lay on top of you and drank in your wonderfully intoxicating scent. My nose was nestled in the curve of your nec I kissed a trail along your collar bone and culminated against the fullness of your lips. I could have stayed in that position forever, enveloped in your arms, my cock buried deep inside you, your lips at mine kiss at any moment.

My erection started fade, but you moved against . I knew full well that your sexual desire was not out, just in a respite, as you caught your breath until the next round. I raised myself up and sat beside you on the couch. You reached out and took my cock in your hand and slowly began to slide your hand along its length still slick from our juices. I smiled at you.

"If I was only 20 something again...".

You smiled, looked up at me and said, "No. You are so much better now. There is always another time."

"But still...." I started to say, then remembered the gift I had picked up for you and few weeks prior.

I crossed the living room and bent over my travel bag digging through it until I pulled out a wrapped box and made my way back to you.

"My mom always said to be wary of men bearing gifts."

I smiled and said, "Well, I am bare and I do have a gift..." Happily throwing in a well-intended pun.

I handed the box to you and sat down.

"Oh, Peter... you didn't need to". I quieted you, by kissing your lips.

"Not because I needed to, but because I wanted to."

With that you opened the box to find the We-Vib.

"What is it?" you asked.

I began to explain it to you. But as we both knew, actions are often better than words. You opened the box and pulled the display box apart and removed the toy. You held it up and examined it from all sides, finally finding the hidden on and off switch. It startled you as it jumped to life in your hands with a strong buzzing sound.

"Oh!" you exclaimed and then laughingly looked at me.

You took both ends in your hand and straightened the device out bending it at the flexible portion of the arms, then bent it bac

"This end, I guess, goes in ", as you indicated the slimmer portion, "and this end on top?" You said holding the flatter wider end. "Shall we give it a try?"

Your open-mindedness was always something that had attracted me. You have always been willing to try new things. That is what made you such an incredible and talented lover. You sat back and placed one of your feet on the couch and lowered the We-Vib between your legs and slipped the slim arm inside you and then placed the other side down so it was in contact with the area surrounding your clit. You searched for the on button along the top of the pad and when found, pressed down. I heard a buzz immediately, but more telling was the jump you made when it turned on at the highest speed.

"That was a surprise", you smiled.

Finding the button again, you pressed it a few times to lower the vibration. You adjusted the positioning of the pad and rolled your head back on the couch and let the toy please you.
I love to watch a woman masturbate. She knows where to touch herself how to touch herself and at what speed to touch. It didn't matter if it was a toy, a dildo, her own fingers or any other tool to make herself cum. The whole act aroused me tremendously.

It was then not a surprise that my cock began to harden as I watched you get more and more practiced with the toy. You at first just closed your legs as the vibrations echoed through your body, igniting the hot coals inside you. Then you sat forward pressing your pussy and vibrator hard against the leather seat, trying to intensify the feeling. It seemed the couch was too soft and yielded away from the pressure you desired.

You stood momentarily and then were astride the coffee table lowering your hips to the surface and you began to fuck the surface, rubbing your pussy hard against the wood. This seemed to placate you a bit, you began to move in a slow rhythm, your eyes closed, head drooped down, chin resting on your chest. Your hair had fallen and shielded my view of you, but I knew on every inch of your face was etched the incredible pleasure you were feeling. Your hands gripped the sides of the table so hard your knuckles had turned white.

"Oh God", you murmured and quickened the pace slightly.

It was easy to tell you were getting closer to cumming; your breath laboured, the pressure you applied to the table increased. My cock was hard and, in my hand, as I watched, stroking myself closer to orgasm. You raised your head which swept the hair from your face and you looked over at me. Your eyes were slightly misty, half shut but locked onto my cock, watching me jerk off. Your tongue moistened your lips once more and then you pushed yourself off the table and holding the toy inside you took those few steps to where I was sitting.

You took my cock in your hand, stroked it a few times, then straddled my thighs and aimed my erect penis into your buzzing cunt. I immediately felt the vibration of the toy on the head of my cock as you positioned yourself over top of me and when you felt the head of my cock between your lips, you lowered yourself down onto me in one quick movement. My cock sank into you, I felt the arm of the toy alongside of my cock and it was tantalizing me with its intensity. At the base of my cock the pad was tickling both your clit and me at the same time. I could feel my whole cock vibrating like a large dildo inside you.

Neither had to move much, the pleasure was right there being served to us. We just rocked against one another as our orgasms built. Once again, we found each other's lips and kissed. Our tongues played, our teeth bit, our breath hard and raspy.

"Fuck Gina... this feels fucking out of this world", I said.

"Oh, fuck yes" you replied.

After a few short minutes, once again that freight train started its journey through my body and just as the last time, I couldn't hold back anymore. As the vibrator teased me and your hot cunt gobbled my cock up, I exploded deep inside you once again. You kept rolling against me, aware that I had cum, but not stopping until you did. I kissed your neck as you fucked the toy and I. Your arms were around my neck, your head next to mine, your mouth near my ear. I could hear every breath you took, every dirty word you whispered until your grip around my neck became vise-like. Finally, a release from your lungs indicated a massive wave was washing through you. I held you in my lap and waited u until the waves of pleasure ebbed inside you. After a few moments, you reached down and bent the arm from your sensitive clit and then raised yourself and slid both my cock and the toy out of you before putting the still buzzing toy on the table and watched it dance on the surface.
"You are magic", you said.

I wasn't sure if it was me you were talking to or the toy, but it didn't matter.

I love seeing you sexually satisfied, it is a look I don't get to see often, but when I do, it fulfills me. It doesn't matter to me if it was me who pleased you, or a woman, or another man, a couple or a toy, as long as I get to see that look on your face. I knew that the next night, your first at a swing dance, would return that look to your face and I awaited that moment.

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