"Just like this," he whispers in my ear.
His breath caresses my neck. The omelet flips perfectly and before I know it he is leaning on the counter again. I stifle a whimper in disappointment.
"Okay, make another omelet and try it again on your own."
I almost fuck it up on purpose so he will press his body against me again but I manage to flip it perfectly. We make small chat as I plate up the omelets. You walk over and sit on the arm chair of the couch and check out the song that's playing. I hand you your plate and take a seat on the table. We eat and chat some more. I learn you have a son and you are in a relationship. Im disappointed but Im enjoying our time together. We have a lot in common. We both love to cook. You aspire to open your own restaurant and move away. I want to open a pastry shop in the south. The conversation slows and the song changes to Anywhere by 112.
I lean back on the table and stare at you. You glance at me and stand up. I lean forward thinking you are leaving but you come and stand between my legs. My breasts heave up and down as your hands slide up my thighs. You lean forward and I close my eyes hoping your lips will meet mine instead the are on my neck kissing it slowly up and down. A low moan escapes my mouth as my hands find your body. Ive waited so long for this. Suddenly your hand is on my ponytail (I smile inside and mentally pat myself on the back for making such a good choice in hairstyle), you yank my head back and come close to my lips but deny me the pleasure once more.
" I know how much you want me. Your body gives it away every time I'm near. I watch you watch me."
Suddenly your lips are on mine. I claw at your back. Your lips are better than I expected. Your tongue intrudes in my mouth and dances with my own. You taste delicious. I lean into the kiss and my large breast brush against your chest. My erect nipples push into your chest. Your hands find them and slowly twist and pull. I moan in appreciation. My hands find your and I gasp in surprise. Its larger than I expected. Id be worried it wouldn't fit if I wasn't so wet and ready for you already. Your mouth continues to attack mine. I can barely breathe and I don't care. I want you inside me. You must be reading my mind because you make short work of the button of my jeans. I pull away from your lips reluctantly and brace myself on the table to lift my hips. You grab my jeans and slide them down my thick thighs. Your hand caresses my swollen clit through my panties. I hear you laugh as your fingers come up damp. Ive soaked through my underwear. I throw my head back in shame. He now knows how much I want him. He pulls my chin down and kisses me once more. His lips embrace mine. Im in love I swear.
I feel my underwear being slid over and the large tip of his cock at the entrance of my hole. My hips buck against him but he doesn't give me the pleasure I seek. I groan in frustration.
He breaks the kiss and leans closely to my ear, "Good things come to those who wait," he whispers in my ear before plunging deeply inside me.
We both moan loudly. His cock fills me completely and my walls hug his thick cock. We were made for each other...at least sexually. We catch each other's eyes and I can see that he is hungry with need. There will be no more teasing. He needs to fuck my tight hole and I am more than willing to comply.
"Fuck me, please," I beg.
He takes no time in fulfilling my request. I gasp in surprise as he grabs my hips and brings me to the edge of the table, which only drives you further inside me. You are so deep. I swear I can feel you in my stomach. I yell a string of cuss words as you drill into my soaking wet pussy over and over. The table shakes as you assault my pussy. I feel my orgasm building. I want to cum and I will...hard. I lay back on the table and buck my hips against your groin. Your eyes roll in the back of your head. My motions only give you more drive. My hole will never be the same from the way you are claiming it. Your hands find my breasts and squeeze hard. You use them as leverage to plunge deeper and deeper inside me. My back arches; Im about to cum.
"Give it to me," you growl in a low voice.
Your words are the death of me. I explode on your cock. I writhe around your cock screaming in pleasure. My hole clenches around your cock. You groan and I feel rope after rope of cum shoot deep in my pussy. Our breath is ragged in rapid. I lay on the table spent. You are still inside me. You pull out and some of your cum lands on the table. I hear you cleaning yourself up but I cant move. I have a content smile on my face. I have accomplished to fuck you or rather be fucked by you. My want has been filled. Work will be even harder now. I know how good the dick is and everytime I see you, Ill only want you to bend me over and take me over and over again. You come and stand by my head. You kiss me upside down. "Im glad I showed you how to make an omelet. I have to go but thank you for everything." You lean down and give me one more kiss. Your hand lingers down my body. I can tell you don't want to leave but I know you have to get back to your son...and your girlfriend. You finally tear yourself away from my body. This time I don't stifle my whimper of sadness. I could fuck you all night, feel your body against mine all night but you are not mine and I am not yours. I hear the door close behind you and I close my eyes. My hand finds my swollen clit and I spread my legs. I use your cum and mine to lubricate my clit. I close my eyes and repeat the scene of what just happened over and over again until I climax.
