Friday Night - Part 1

Part 1

He texted me from work:

“My mom and dad are watching the baby tonight, they will pick her up at 5. Be ready at 6 for dinner, I’ll pick you up. Will you wear your green dress for me?”

I know that his favorite dress on me is the green one. He didn’t even have to ask. 

It’s short and shows off my legs. It’s so low cut in the front, it shows off my cleavage. The fabric is thin and he can see my nipples poke through since I don’t wear a bra with this dress. It ties in the back and he likes to play with the strings, brushing his fingers against my neck. 

As I walked to the car, I could tell he was already happy to see I was wearing the green dress because of his smile. When I got in the car, he gave me a kiss, put his hand on my thigh and squeezed and said, “Fuck you look good.” 

In moments like that, I don’t have a whole lot of restraint. I wanted to suck his dick in the car before we even left the driveway, but I composed myself and asked him about his day as we drove to the restaurant. 

We sat at the end of the bar for dinner since the restaurant was busier than usual. His hand found its way to my thigh or the strings on my dress, multiple times. Getting a chance to have an uninterrupted dinner together was great enough but I could tell he had more in mind for the evening. Throughout the course of dinner he would lean close and say things like, “I can’t wait to take that dress off of you,” or “I want to put your nipple in my mouth and suck until you orgasm”.

I was already wanting to suck his dick but now he was teasing me, which he knows drives me wild. 

As we were waiting for the check, he leaned close again and said, “I know you aren’t wearing a bra. I need to know, are you wearing panties?”

He was only expecting me to answer verbally, so when I moved his hand further up my inner thigh slowly and responded, “Find out for yourself,” his breathing picked up and he brushed his fingers against my pussy. I could tell he was happy I didn’t have panties on. 

On the way home, stopped at a red light he told me to spread my legs and he fingered me. Because of time constraints, I didn’t have a chance to orgasm. He could tell I was disappointed and responded, “Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of chances to orgasm soon.” 

And fuck. Was he correct. 

As soon as we got home he led me to the bedroom, on the way stopping to kiss my neck and grab my ass. Pulling me close to him so I could feel his dick pressing through his pants. 

Before he could open the bedroom door, I stopped him and told him that I needed his dick in my mouth. He let out a deep breath and a “fuck” as I got on my knees and started to undo his belt and zipper, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough so I could get to his dick. 

He stood there, both hands on my head, fingers gripping my hair. His back pressed against the wall, trying to keep standing as I devoured his dick. I had craved it for the last 2 hours and it was finally mine. I was on a mission to make him cum. I could tell he was getting close by the moan he let out. Normally he doesn’t finish in my mouth, but rather my pussy, but this time I wanted the taste of him in my mouth and on my lips. 

After pulling me up and giving me a kiss he said, “Now it’s your turn,” and took me into our room. 

He pushed me down onto the bed, got on top of me and started to kiss my neck while his hand went back up my thigh and his fingers found my pussy. As he fingered fucked me, he sucked my nipple through my dress, which quickly brought me to my first orgasm of the night. 

Part 2, coming soon.