Brandon's After Party (Part One)

Another contribution for Javier...


Brandon--

Yeah, it's time for bed, but I don't plan on getting any sleep tonight. Ashley agrees to just follow me home, since my house is about 18 minutes from her office. I promise that this is the best drive home ever! Knowing that she's only a few feet behind me, and that I will put a few inches inside her has me pumped. We finally make it to the house, and as we walk inside, Ashley takes our cell phones and puts them in the pantry. Jokingly, she says,"There will be no 'tweeting and skeeting' tonight, B!"

I really want to make this a special night, but since it's after 11pm, and she and I both have to go to work in the morning, let's save the cute stuff for next time. I pick her up, and lay her on the kitchen table. I pull her heels off and undo her pants, as she takes off her shirt. Now that she's undressed, I can work on my midnight snack....

I start by kissing her ankles, I slowly move up to her knees and then lick around her thighs. She moans, which let's me know that the anticipation is getting to her. Order Up! I dive head first into her juice box. I start by tongue kissing her lips, then, I lick from south to north slowwwwwwly and I gently suck her clit. I use my tongue to massage her walls, moving in circles, figure 8's, X's and T's. She's squirming and jerking now, so I take it upon myself to prop her up against the wall. With her palms outstretched and against the ceiling, I recite the alphabet in English, Spanish, Greek, Portuguese, Sign Language [I had to catch my breath], Russian and French. At this point, she's frosted me like a box of Krispy Kreme donuts, but the night is still young.

Feeling her body go limp, I ease her down from the ceiling, and carry her into my bedroom. As I move towards the bed, she chimes in, "B, go back out there and get my heels. Let's see if you can break them." Excited, I shoot across the house to get her shoes, and quickly return to the bedroom. She pulls my Body Bouncer from under my bed [how did she know I had one of those?], and asks me why my boxers are still on. She manages to take them off with her teeth, and then she.....MOUF.