"Lets finish this scotch and head upstairs" he said, with a wink.
The evening started innocently enough, with a wonderful dinner of crabs, steaks and a fabulous zinfandel. They ate as if they had never eaten before, then both sat back at to savor the moment. Later, reeking of crab juice, salad dressing, red wine and steak sauce, they both rushed off to wash their hands and face, just before mutually attacking a delicious tiramisu.
"It's a pleasure to cook for you, you know," she said. But don't think you're going to sleep here tonight, and we're sure not going to have sex!" The comment took him a little by surprise since he wasn't really planning on having sex on this, their first real dinner together, and so soon after just casually flirting a few times over burgers and beer at a neighborhood bar.
"That's fine," he said (a little disappointed nonetheless).
"Is it time for scotch yet?" she asked, touching his shoulder as she passed by.
"Sounds great" he enthused. (Never being one to turn down a nice single malt.)
She stood at the sink rinsing off plates when he walked up behind her and placed both hands on her shoulders. He gently pulled her back against him then whispered in her ear:
"Two ice cubes please." Then he excused himself to the bathroom.
She liked how he had pulled her back against him and thought (for a moment) that she could actually feel his cock against her ass. She felt a twinge between her legs. "Hmmm" she though. That was exciting. Quick and sexy, just a hot little moment.
He returned to the kitchen table to two glasses of scotch perfectly poured over ice. Toasting the night and a perfect dinner, they chatted well into the early morning. Taxes, life, politics, family, everything was fair game and much of it was filled with laughter. Lots of laughter.
Being a gentleman, and thinking he had finally worn out his welcome, he said "Well, I should go. Goodnight." He stood up and leaned over to kiss her goodbye while she sat at the table. She raised her lips to his and they kissed their first kiss. At first their lips just brushed against each other, pulling back ever so slightly, feeling each others breath. Then came the long, hot, wet sexy kiss they had both waited for all night and both wanted so badly. Warm tongues finding each other, he lightly bit her lower lip. An electric shock shot from somewhere in her brain straight down between her legs. This felt good. Really good.
It had been a while since she had been kissed like that and it was good to feel her sexual juices running again. She thought she had turned them off, but here it was again. That feeling. He brushed his hand lightly over her breast and squeezed it ever so softly, and her hand started it's slow trip up his inner thigh, as he continued to lean over her. They continued to kiss that way as her hand made it's way up his leg. She couldn't wait any longer and felt for what was obviously growing hard between his legs. She'd noticed the bulge in his pants as he'd gotten up to say goodbye. She brought her slightly shaking hand up between his legs. She squeezed and rubbed at his balls and felt how hard he had gotten. "Nice." she thought, a big hard package just for me."
She squeezed his thick throbbing cock in her hand and started to rub it back and forth through his jeans. He felt a little drop of pre cum leak out and wet the inside of his leg. He took both of her hands and helped her up from the table, then took her in his arms. Holding her tightly and kissing her neck, she could feel his hard cock pressing against her. She was aching for him to be inside her now, when he said:
"Let's finish this scotch and head upstairs."
