Ian

My brain is screaming that this is a bad idea, but my body isn’t hearing it. I want her. NOW. I pace back and forth in the tiny guest bathroom just off Rick and Lilly’s foyer waiting impatiently for my screen to light up with a response.

Knock-knock. Someone gently raps the bathroom door.

“Yeah? Just a sec,” I say, adjusting the hard on raging in my pants.

“Ian?”

I recognize the voice and pull the door back to see Samantha standing before me, my cock jumps in its place with approval. “Get in here,” I say pulling her into the cramped little space with me before I close the door.

“But, what about my parents?” she asks.

“I’ve waited long enough, it’s their turn to wait,” I say as I help myself, pulling her dress up over her waist and revealing an almost sheer-lace thong. “Oh yes, that’s what I want. Now sit back on the vanity and spread your legs,” I order.

In this moment, there’s no time for please and thank you. In this moment, I am a Viking and she is my conquest. She does as I command and I drop to my knees in front of her, intent on taking what is mine. I loop my thumbs through either side of her panties and slowly pull the delicate fabric down to fully reveal a beautiful and neatly groomed, landing strip of hair ending just above her clit. Her outer lips are closed together leaving only a sensual line between them like a secret path guiding my eyes to the honey pot. Her scent is musky, but sweet, like a vanilla sugar cookie, and it has my cock on fire. I am so hard I could cut diamonds. “I’ve been thinking about this all-day, darlin’.”

My eyes are on hers while my hands gently rub along her inner thighs, but when my tongue makes contact with her pussy her eyes roll back before closing. I slowly lick upward, ever so gently separating her lips and expanding the line between them. I work my tongue up and down, maintaining a steady pace with each lick. Gently spelling out messages to her.

You are beautiful.

You make me happy.

I love you.

As my tongue approaches the summit, I take care to relax and pause for a moment, just shy of her button and ease my index finger inside her moving it slowly, bending it back and forth in a come here motion as I resume my attention on her clitoris. Her legs begin to shake as she grabs her breasts, squeezing them, and I know she is about to pop. Steady as she goes, I remain focused on the task at hand, so to speak, and she scrambles to stuff the hand towel in her mouth to muffle her moans when she climaxes. She is still caught up in an aftershock as I rise from my knees, place my hand behind her head and pull her to me and kiss her. Her juices still cover my mouth and mix with our saliva in sweet salty perfection as she reaches for my cock.

“Ian. That was. Now it’s my turn,” she says, struggling to speak.

“But, what about your parents?” I quip. “I told you I wanted to taste your pussy and I did. Now you had better get back out there. Tell them I passed you on your way in, and that I had to run home, something about a job, and I’ll see you all at the pier later.”

Sam is perched on the vanity, her panties dangling off one foot, still caught up in the afterglow, but she tries valiantly to stop me from leaving.

“Easy, darlin’. Take your time and get your strength back. Tell your parents what I told you and enjoy your time with them. I’ll see you later. I have every intention of making sure you see those fireworks I mentioned,” I say as I gently kiss her forehead before slipping out of the bathroom and heading for home.

I walk in the front door, set my keys on the table, and head straight for the shower. I crank up the hot water and let it run long enough to steam up the room before I step in and pull the glass door behind me. My dick is so hard for that girl I’ve got to find release, it can’t wait any longer. I step under the water, take myself in my hand, close my eyes to focus on what happened just ten minutes prior and begin to stroke, slowly. My mind reflects on all the wonders of the encounter, the look of pleasure on her face. Those heavenly breasts, hidden from view but ready to spill out over the top and sides of her sun dress. I tighten my grip. Her legs shaking and her hips thrusting against my face. I increase the speed of my hand. Her moans, muffled through a towel as she climaxes. Her juices releasing and flowing freely into my mouth. Her taste. Oh fuck. Release. I put my other hand against the wall to brace myself as my body relaxes and the hot water washes all the built-up tension down the drain.

I soap up and rinse off quickly before I get out and throw my clothes back on. It’s getting late and I have a couple things to pick up from the adult store on the other side of town for later.