Drunk And Indecent final episode


When I went to set the pills on her bedside table, she’d kicked off her heels and was in the process of unzipping her dress.

“Can you help me?” she pouted with full, red lips. A black lacy bra adorning full breasts spilled out of the dress.

I sat on the edge of her bed, not quite touching her. She must have sensed my hesitation, even half smashed.

“Come here,” she said, tugging on the front of my shirt. “I want you to.”

I finally gave in as her lips met mine, firm and persistent. Vaguely and somewhat guiltily, I heard myself think, you might as well give the lady what she wants. I never claimed to be a saint.

Somehow, she slithered her way onto my lap, straddling me, and proceeded to whisper in my ear.

“Touch me. Take off my dress.”

Automatically my hands lifted to stroke up her back. She clasped her arms behind my neck and, throwing her head back, started a tantalizing sway of her hips, gently grinding against me. Slowly, I unzipped her dress and peeled it down her torso. I leaned forward as she pulled me closer, and burying my face in between the tops of her breasts. Her skinned smelled fantastic, something fruity and sweet.

My hands roamed up her legs, sliding the dress higher as well, until they reached her hips. I gripped them tightly, stopping her movements, my thumbs slipping under the thin string of her panties.

“Oh,” she moaned. “Yes.”

I smiled against her skin, kissing my way up her neck. I bit the soft skin there and was rewarded with another sound of female pleasure. I kneaded the attractively full flesh of her ass-God she was hot-and she encouraged me with another scorching kiss, her tongue probing deep.

I gave one of her breasts a squeeze, the other unclasping her bra, then let it slip from her body. She had incredible breasts, and I took turns giving them my undivided attention, suckling them to stiffness, loving all the sounds she made.

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” she growled, gripping my hair. One hand reached down my back, her nails raking against my skin.

I stood up, taking her with me, and her legs instinctively wrapped around my hips.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

She nodded slowly several times, all that tousled golden hair falling across her face sexily.

Leveraging her against the wall, I reached into my back pocket for my wallet and managed to shake out a condom. I unzipped, tore it with my teeth, slipped it on and yanked her underwear aside.

Slowly, agonizingly, I let her sink onto me. She had her arms and legs viced around me, her breath heavy in my ear. She moaned.

“Mmmm,” she sucked on my earlobe. “Fill me up, baby.”

Pushing her against the wall, I began to thrust slowly, teasingly. She clenched around me, squirmed.

“More,” she demanded.

I kept up my slow, tantalizing pace, taking my time pulling out and gently easing back in.

“Oh, God, please,” she begged. I felt her nipples harden against my chest. Her breath heaved faster.

I pulled out completely and she protested, I spun her around, my hands gripping her breasts as I pressed her back against my chest. She ground her hips back against me in response, a frustrated noise escaping her lips.

Keeping a grip on her hips, I pushed her towards the bed. She caught herself with her hands, bent over, her glorious upturned ass making two perfect globes. The two little dimples on her low back had me suppressing a groan.

I gave her ass a spank. She responded with a startled “ah!” then I reached around and dipped my hand down the front of her panties. With one finger, I teased between her folds, felt how wet she had become. Pulling her hips back against me, I teased her again, my hard length sliding between her thighs, scraping my teeth along her shoulder.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Ah,” she groaned, arching her back and pushing her hips back more. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Undone, spreading her legs wider, I ripped her underwear aside and thrust hard inside her. She cried out, a primal sound, as I continued to pump in and out. My fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back against me to create a satisfying slap of skin with each stroke. I slapped her ass again, once, twice, as I felt her begin to tighten around me.

“Oh God, oh God,” I watched her back muscles flex, felt her tense.

“That’s it, baby,” I heard myself grunt with another thrust, watching her ass ripple against the onslaught, fucking her harder. I teased her asshole, pressing my thumb against her tight bud and penetrating just slightly. “Come for me.”

I continued to give her what she wanted, occasionally spilling a few dirty words. She screamed, shuddering and I felt her climax. Impossibly tight, I continued to drive into her slick, warm tunnel. Then, finally, I let myself go.

…later that night, while she slept naked and sprawled on the bed, I wrote her a note and left it by the Tylenol. Praying, hoping, that I’d hear from her again.

 

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