As soon as he saw Scarlett walking up to him outside the restaurant, he couldn't stop thinking about fucking her. She was wearing a red, patterned skirt that only just grazed her thighs, black, fishnet tights with long, black, suede boots and a figure- hugging black ribbed top. She never wore skirts, he'd never even seen her in shorts, she always wore jeans, trousers or cargo pants but she'd been losing weight recently and felt more confident. She looked hot and he knew she knew this outfit meant the evening would be torture for him until they got home later.
"Hello you" Scarlett said, smiling. "I like your shirt, you look very smart." She put her hand on his chest and looked him up and down discreetly "Oh you're even wearing proper shoes! Nice!" She was pleasantly surprised that he'd managed to make an effort and to take her out for dinner, even though she'd had to ask a few times. She'd wanted to try this restaurant for months. She was glad he'd given his battered Converse shoes the night off and he was wearing black, leather boots, black trousers and a buttoned up shirt. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck to hug him. He'd groomed his beard and neatly gelled his hair. "I like your beard. And you smell good." said Scarlett, kissing him again.
Shane stood still and didn't say anything as she reached up to kiss him. When she pulled him into a hug, he slipped his hand up under her skirt and squeezed her ass cheek. He could feel the pattern of her tights, the warmth of her bare skin through them and her lacy shorts pants-his favourite. He knew she felt sexy and confident in those pants and in the last few months she'd made them her everyday underwear, he loved it. He bit his lip and felt his cock twitch, breathing out with a low growl.
Scarlett looked him in the eyes "How are you? Are you hungry?" she quizzed.
Shane looked up at the people and cars passing on the street in front and held her into him, speaking in a low tone. "Suddenly my appetite for dinner has gone. You look so fucking hot! I've got a semi and I have to sit in public for the next couple of hours." He looked down at her and kissed her hard.
Scarlett smiled wryly. "I would apologise but actually it's more like 'You're Welcome'" she matched his tone of voice. "Come on, let's eat!" she said cheerfully, spinning round, grasping his hand and walking into the restaurant.
The restaurant was small and busy but quite quiet, the food was delicious and they enjoyed the intimacy of the place with the fire crackling in the fireplace, candles on the table and soft music playing. "This isn't like our kind of place at all" whispered Shane.
"Don't you like it?" asked Scarlett
"I do, I just feel a bit uncomfortable. it's very quiet!" whispered Shane
"You mean you feel out of place or something?" Scarlett asked, worried Shane wasn't happy.
"No, just I want to talk but we kind of have to whisper or people can fully hear the conversation." whispered Shane
"Other people are talking, just in low voices." whispered Scarlett, looking around.
Shane leaned in towards her "I bet they're not telling their girlfriends how much her outfit makes them want to fuck her right now!" he whispered.
Scarlett blushed "Oh right, I get you. You want to tease me with your words at dinner?" she whispered.
"Sitting here, looking at you and not being able to touch you like I want to is more than a tease, babe. It's an endurance test!" he whispered.
They shared a dessert, Shane paid the bill and called a taxi. On the journey home, he couldn't keep his hands off her but she calmly pushed him away "Wait until we get home!" she hissed before making mundane conversation with the taxi driver as Shane squirmed.
As soon as the taxi drove off, leaving them on the pavement outside Shane's house, he was kissing her furiously and she didn't resist. As he chased her through the gate and up the path to the front door, all the lights in the street went out. There was a power cut.
Shane struggled to see to get the key into the lock to open the front door, he pressed his body against Scarlett's back, grinding his crotch against her ass and breathing heavily on her neck. "Come ON!" he hissed, frustrated.
He managed to turn the key and the force of them against the door made them nearly fall into the porch as it swung open. Inside, the house was pitch black and silent, they stood kissing passionately in the porch before shutting the door and moving slowly down the hallway.
Before she realised it, Scarlett was at the foot of the stairs and she lost her balance, falling back onto them. Shane grasped her arm, breaking her fall and leaning down on top of her, kissing her and rubbing his hands up under her skirt. The stairs dug into Scarlett's back and it was really uncomfortable. Shane started kissing her neck and then placed his hand over her mouth as she started panting. Shane stopped "Shhh!" he whispered "If we're going to fuck here you have to be quiet!"
She pushed his hand away "I'm not doing it here! Everyone will hear, someone will probably walk out on us and the stairs are digging into me! Let's go up" she hissed.
Shane got up, pulled Scarlett to her feet and held her round the waist as they felt their way slowly up the stairs, holding the banister. Once in Shane's room, Scarlett lay over the bed, searching for the torch he kept at the other side just as the lights came back on. Shane turned on the lamp.
Shane had unzipped his trousers and pushed his boxers down, exposing his cock and balls. As Scarlett turned to sit up on the bed, he nudged his cock into her mouth. She moaned in protest at the lack of warning but eased into quickly sucking and stroking his cock. He grasped her hair, held her head and thrust his cock further into her mouth but she pushed his thigh back, coughing "Don't do that Shane! do you want me to be sick? We've not long eaten." Shane growled and pushed her back on the bed, climbing on top of her and kissing her hard. Scarlett slid her boots off and pushed her body further up the bed, pulling her top off while Shane kissed her stomach, chest and neck, gently biting her. She unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his chest as he kissed and sucked her neck. "I'm pretty sure the clothes on my bottom half are so scarce they're doing a terrible job at containing how wet you're making me" she whispered.
"I want to fuck you in that skirt, babe. I've been thinking about this all evening. I'm going to fuck you in that skirt and then I want you to sit on my face and let me lick you out. In that skirt" Shane growled, his eyes dark and possessed as he grinded his cock against her pussy over her clothes.
"Fucking hell, Shane!" whispered Scarlett. Shane got up and was fidgeting in a drawer. "What are you doing?" asked Scarlett.
"Looking for a rubber. I'm not going to lick you after I've just cum inside you, not with the amount I'm holding" he said, as if she'd asked a stupid question.
"Wimp!" she teased, watching him frantically roll a condom on his throbbing cock and jump back onto the bed, turning her onto her side and bending her top leg up.
"Can I rip your tights?" he asked, stroking her pussy firmly over her clothes.
Scarlett looked at him, alarmed "What?! They were quite expensive and I..." she felt him tearing her tights, moving her pants and roughly sliding 2 fingers inside her.
"I'll buy you new ones, FUCK YOU ARE WET!" he moaned. "I need to fuck you" he groaned, pulling his fingers out, holding her pants to the side and firmly thrusting his hard cock in her pussy.
