VINCE
November 9th, 2014
On the ride to Sienna’s house, it dawned on me that her experience in reading romance, erotica, and BDSM books would more than likely cause her to have a broad range of sexual interests. Not knowing for certain what the night might bring, but fully realizing we were two adults, I suspected sex was on the forefront of her plans for the remaining portion of the afternoon.
The garage door was going closed as I pulled into the driveway, and instead of parking on the street, I pulled up the drive and parked on the sidewalk leading to the front porch. The front door opened as I got off the bike, and she stood in the opening with her hair twisted into a bun and a smirk on her face.
“Well, are you going to come in?” she asked.
“Suppose so,” I said as I pulled the key from the ignition.
It had been five months since we met, and although my former wife and I had sex on the first date, I was glad Sienna and I had been friends for as long as we had without introducing sex to the relationship. There was no doubt in my mind that we were compatible in many ways, and I believed sex would do nothing but bring us closer together.
I stepped past her and into the living room. As I turned to face her, she gazed at me blankly, as if she was uncertain of what to do. Obviously waiting for me to make the first move, she stood in wait, looking far more innocent than I suspected she truly was. As she twisted her hips to the side, I reached for her neck and pulled her into me.
The kiss that followed wasn’t as special as the one in the restaurant, and I suspected none would ever be, but it was apparently enough to lead her to believe I had opened the door, sexually speaking.
She reached for my belt and fumbled with the buckle as we kissed. Quite sure she’d never get it unbuckled without my help, I reached down and pulled against the belt, freeing the leather strap from the buckle.
Now grabbing for the button on my jeans with one hand and rubbing my back with the other, she kissed me as if she believed it would be our last. Within a few seconds my jeans were unbuttoned, and she quickly shoved her hand deep into my pants.
As her hand wrapped around my swollen shaft, she pulled her mouth from mine, leaned away slightly, and widened her eyes.
“Holy crap,” she said as she shifted her eyes toward her hand.
After a few tugs, she freed my now completely rigid cock from its confinement. She began to stroke it slowly, leaned forward, and raised herself up on her tip-toes. Within a few seconds we were well into an extremely sensual kiss, and I slipped my hand along her back and gripped her ass tightly. As I kneaded her butt in my hand, she began to moan wildly.
She pulled away, made eye contact, and exhaled a choppy breath. I either had my hands on one very one wild woman, or she was clearly as sexually frustrated as I was. Slightly confused and a little uncertain on which it may be, I dismissed her elevated sexual tension to a long period of abstinence, which was something I could certainly relate to.
As much as I wanted to perform for her, and as important as it was for me to satisfy her completely, I realized actually being with a woman, and especially Sienna, would be enough of a turn-on to cause me to reach climax pretty promptly.
Still slowly stroking my cock as she gazed into my eyes, she lowered herself onto her knees. There was no way I would last for any length of time if she was going to suck me off, and realized I should object to her doing so, but for some reason the words never came.
I eagerly watched her delicately wrap her lips around the swollen head of my dick. Fighting to pull my jeans further along my thighs as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft, she eventually became frustrated and pulled away. As she softly stroked my throbbing shaft in her delicate hand, she glanced upward and smiled.
“We’re both adults, right?” she asked.
I gazed beyond my twitching cock and fixed my eyes on her. “I suppose so.”
Her mouth was formed into a full-on pout, as if she was truly in need of assistance. “Can you help a girl out? Like maybe take off your jeans and boots?”
“Anything else?” I asked in a sarcastic tone as I pressed the sole of my right boot against the heel of my left one.
She released my cock, stood, and promptly removed her shorts. Before I got my other boot off, she was standing in front of me completely naked. As my eyes met hers, her mouth curled into a smile.
“Yeah, there’s one other thing,” she said as she turned and bent over the arm of the couch. “Make me scream your name.”
Just remember, you asked for this…