Make Love to Me

Even before you look into my eyes, I’m ready. My pulse is racing, and my breath comes in short, sharp spurts. Between my legs, there is an insistent throb, and yes, I’m already wet for you. 

As we walk toward each other, I’m anticipating your warmth, your scent, your touch. I long to feel myself in your embrace, you fingers moving across my back. We both know you are scoping me out. Am I wearing a bra (no). Am I wearing panties, and if so, is it a thong. (Yes, and no) Will I go ‘all the way?’ Yes, oh yes. 

We hold each other and I can almost hear your thoughts. Do I like oral? (Most definitely) Will I give oral? (It would be rude not to.) Might I swallow? ( it matters not whether you are male or female, yes, I will swallow you.) 

I feel your arousal, your urgency. Somehow, I know you need to be quick. While long, slow love making is a particular favourite of mine, the ‘quickie’ has its merits too. 

I move one of my hands to your left shoulder and gently slide it down your arm until I’m holding your hand. I feel the wedding ring on your fourth finger, but rather than it disappointing me, it gives me a sense of security. You won’t be bragging to anyone about this. I guide your hand between my legs. Can you feel the dampness on my panties? My right hand finds your sex. You are as ready for me as I am for you. 

Male

Your dick is hard, oh, so hard! It distorts the shape of your pants and I am careful with your zipper. We don’t want any accidents. I reach inside, finding your hardness, and bringing it out into the light. Your male scent intoxicates me, and I kneel before you. I hold your dick firmly as I guide it into my mouth. I know how desperately you need this, and for me, it’s been a very long time since a man has had me. This could hurt me. But then, I enjoy pain. 

I suck your dick until I taste the pre cum. I wouldn’t mind if you came in my mouth, but I really want you inside me. As I finish sucking you, I realise that it’s not just you I’ve been tasting. I can definitely taste cunt on your dick. Your wife? Or just another casual pick up like me? No, I somehow know it’s your wife.

I lie back on your bed, pulling you down on top of me.I whisper “Fuck me.” You reach up my skirt, trying to take my panties off. I stop you. “No, just fuck me. Now.” I feel the leg hole of my panties cut across my clit as you roughly pull them aside.Then you dick is against me and you lunge forward. As expected, the stretching is sudden and it hurts, but it’s a nice pain. I arch my back, pulling you further inside me.

I have no basis for this, other than intuition. But I sense that sex with your wife is mundane, tame, devoid of any passion or need. Suddenly, I see it all in my mind. You get it maybe once a month. It’s always on a Saturday night, and she actually time tables it. On your birthday, she might suck you off, but she won’t swallow will she? You remember when she let you fuck her in the arse. Those days of constant sex at University are long dead now, aren’t they? The adventurous woman you knew then has slowly morphed into a drudge that has made you do this, go out and look for horny girls who will remind you of what sex once was. I hold your bum and say “Fuck me, fuck me through the mattress. Fuck me like you used to fuck her.” Immediately, I feel your response, hard, urgent, necessary. “You can call me her name if it helps.” You hesitate, but only briefly before murmuring “Oh Alice.” I reply with “Yes, I’m Alice. Do me like you used to. Say what you used to.” The pace of your fucking has increased. I feel thoroughly stretched inside. I moan with each thrust. “Alice....you dirty cunt....” The words start a cascade effect inside me and an orgasm begins to brew. “Yes, I’m your dirty cunt....fuck me...screw me....give me your spunk.” And suddenly, you are arching over me and pulsing your seed deep in me. I cum simultaneously. 

Afterwards, you’re shy, bashful. You mutter a, “Thank you....thank you for......” You can’t finish the sentence. I kiss you lightly on the cheek and simply walk away. As I walk to my car, I feel your spunk running into my panties, and I smile. 

Female

We hug and sway in time with the music. I feel a soft shiver traverse your body, and I hold you a little firmer. Your head rests lightly on my shoulder. I inhale your scent. Soap, deodorant, and......and maybe that essential feminine scent of arousal too. I know my own scent and it’s not me. 

Spontaneously, I place a soft kiss on your cheek. Just one, and it is gone almost before it lands. There. You lift you head and look into my eyes. As I look back, all the signs are there. Those wide, dilated pupils, the slightly flared nostrils, and the vague pink flush travelling up your neck. 

I tilt my head and move in a little, then I stop. If I’m reading this right, you will come to me. If not, well, I have wet panties for nothing. But I’m not disappointed. You lean in towards me and out lips touch, once, twice, three times. Each time longer than the last until our tongues touch and entwine. Again, I feel that slight shudder. I hold you close to me, out breasts pressing firmly through our tops. Like me, you aren’t wearing a bra. 

Without breaking our kiss, I take your right hand and place it on my boob. You don’t move your hand away, but it takes a few seconds before I feel you give me a slight squeeze, and your thumb tracks over the erect nipple. Now it’s my turn to shudder. I touch your breast in return, but my hand slips underneath you top. 

For a while we sway to the music, kissing, touching each other’s boob before I pull back slightly and ask the make or break question of you. I run it a couple of times in my head to get the intonation and inflection just right, and thenI say “Touch me?” It is half a question, half a request, and somewhere in there, maybe its an order too. I feel your right hand leave my boob and travel down my side over my hip and then across to my lower tummy and then down, down and curve as you cup my sex. I feel your intensity tighten as you gently scrabble my dress up until your hand is on my panties. You can feel how wet I am. But this is cheating. “No. Not like that. I mean....touch me.” You fingers move up towards my waistband and then slowly sink underneath it, over my mound and you find my clit....my eager little sex bean.....you pause a moment to explore its shape, it’s sensitivity, before you explore lower, between my wet, fleshy lips, and a long finger slowly sinks inside me. I gasp with pleasure. 

There is no doubt we women were designed well. With a finger deep inside us, the heels of our hand rests nicely upon our clits. I feel your finger curl into the familiar “come here” gesture. Now I risk going too far too soon with you. I reach under your skirt and almost immediately feel tension ripple through you. Before my fingers have even touched you, I freeze. I look at you inquiringly, and you give the briefest of nods. I reach further and the reason I could smell your sex, and the reason for your sudden tension become apparent. No panties. I reach further. A small triangle of immaculately trimmed pubic hair and then your pussy...ohh, your pussy. She is wet, almost as wet as me. I return the privilege you have given me by gently pressing a finger deep inside you. We are lucky that the dance floor i so packed. No one wants to miss the last dance of the night. 

I feel you pull out of me and take my free hand. I feel my wetness on your finger. “Quick. This way.” You lead me through the swaying throng, most couples are kissing, some look like they might actually be having sex right there on the dance floor. 

Inside the restroom, there is only one cubicle available. In the one next to us, a girl is clearly having sex with her boyfriend. You pull me in and lock the door, the urgency on your face clear. I kneel at your feet and lift your dress high. My lips touch your sex and you push your hips forward, spreading your knees wide. I begin to lick, sucking you wetness directly from your hole before focusing on your clit and pressing two fingers deep inside you. Your hands are on my head and you’re moaning, breathing deeply, whispering obscenities that are partly for your benefit, partly for mine. “Suck me.....lick my cunt....” I feel the divine moment when you cum. The change of shape around my fingers before the regular pulsations begin. I’m sorely tempted to touch your arse, but maybe not this first time. 

When you’re done, I stand, your wetness all around my lips. Will you return the gift to me? You beging to sink down, but then you stop. You look up at me “I.....I’ve never....done....this with another girl before.” I smile, I hope warmly, and encourage you to do whatever you feel comfortable with, that seems to help. You kneel in front of me and you tug my skirt off together with my panties. You stare at my hairless mound before kissing it. Then lower, lower still until your tongue slips between my cunt lips. You don’t try to push your tongue up my hole as I did with you, but what you’re doing to my clit feels just fine! 

What feels better still is when a finger presses, not into my vagina, but deep into my arse. (Damn! Should have done this to you after all) I sink down on your finger to let you know it’s ok and feel you wiggle it in still further. I don’t last long. Partly, it’s because I’m being licked by a first timer, partly, it’s your wetness all around my mouth. I cum hard.....oh, so very hard. 

Afterwards, we exchange phone numbers. 

You leave first, and when I reach for my skirt, I realise you’ve taken my panties.