Every once in a while, I got the pleasure of seeing this incredibly gorgeous, sexy receptionist.
For a while, we were just acquaintances; seeing each other only when I went there. When I saw her, I always told her how nice she looked, and that it was great to see her. I asked how she was doing. Just some casual chatting/flirting. Though, deep down inside, I wanted to have my way with her right there on the receptionist's desk. But, I do have some control over my impulses. Well, most of the time.
We grew from acquaintances to friends, after I told her I had a dirty dream about her. We exchanged numbers and occasionally hung out on the weekends. It was all casual.
Well, I did try to touch her the second time we hung out. I figured she wanted to considering we started talking and hanging out after I told her about the dream I had about her. But, when I touched her, I got the, "Wait. Please stop."
Each time we hung out, it got harder for me. I felt like a caged animal and she was prey, pressed up against the outside of my cage. My urges became stronger and stronger. I didn't want to be a bitch and tell her, if she doesn't give herself to me then we can't be friends. I didn't want to be that kind of person. I guess I was just going to have to find a way to deal with it. She was a great person and we had a lot in common.
Around 10:30, on a Saturday morning, I called the receptionist. When she answered, I said 'hi' and asked her what she was doing. She told me she had just gotten out of the shower. What was she trying to do to me? The images that flooded my mind. I love that look; wearing nothing but a towel and dripping wet. She's trying to tease me.
I took a deep breath and let it roll off me. I asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me later. She immediately answered, 'yes'. I told her I'd pick her up at 7:00.
I got there a little before 7:00, but even so, she was ready and waiting like a good girl. She looked gorgeous, wearing a sexy sundress and heels. The cage animal feelings emerged.
We had a good time at dinner. We talked, we laughed, we enjoyed each other's company.
I watched her intently. I watched her lips move while she spoke. I watched her hands, her eyes, every movement she made. I was beginning to come undone.
I excused myself from the table and went outside for some fresh air. I needed to calm down and get a grip.
After a few minutes, I went back inside and asked if she was ready to go.
We got back to her place. I had no intentions of staying, but she asked me to come in for a drink.
As we're talking and drinking wine, I kept noticing her dress strap falling off her shoulder. She would put it back up, and it would fall back down again shortly after. It was driving me crazy.
She went to the kitchen to get more wine. I soon followed her. I stood right behind her. She turned around, startled, and nearly dropped the bottle. I apologized for startling her. I took the bottle from her hand and placed it on the counter.
I took her hands and placed them behind her back, holding them there with my hands. I began kissing her.
I then moved and started kissing her neck and shoulders. She didn't stop me.
I let her hands go so my hands could explore her body. I placed my hands on her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. I slowly pulled down her dress straps, all the way down until the top half of her dress was off. Her nipples were nice and hard. I began kissing and licking her nipples. Occasionally placing her nipples in my mouth to suck on them.
I placed my hands on her ass, over her dress, and caressed and grabbed it. She was either, not wearing any panties or she was wearing a thong. Either way was fine with me.
I put my hands up her dress and repeatedly grabbed her ass.
I turned her around, got on my knees, and slowly pulled the rest of her dress off. She was wearing a thong. A black one. I pulled down her thong, but not all the way off. I began licking between her legs from behind. Her legs began shaking. She held on to the kitchen counter for dear life. She tasted so damn good. It was certainly worth waiting for.
Her moans got louder and more intense. She reached around and placed one of her hands on the back of my head.
She started to lose her balance. I stopped. I pulled down her panties the rest of the way. I then led her into the living room. I laid on the couch and told her to straddle my face.
She put both hands on the top of my head and began grinding my face.
After a little while, her entire body tensed up. Her moans turned into short, frequent gasps.
She then let out an extremely loud moan and closed her legs a little. My head was locked between. She pushed herself into my face. She grinded my face and tongue hard, as she climaxed.
Once she was done, she got up and fell onto the other half of the couch. Her legs were still trembling.
The entire lower part of my face was covered in her. She tasted so good.
She looked completely spent. Exhausted, drained, and weak. She'd soon realize that was just the beginning. I had a lot more in store for her.
I ran out to my car real quick, opened the trunk, and grabbed my goodie bag. In the bag, there were: a couple pairs of handcuffs, a couple vibrators, a strapon, a couple dildos, blindfolds, a riding crop, rope, and massage oil. She had a long night ahead of her.
