In these times, we can only dream of the other side...
COVID-19. Two and a half months of my life spent inside, socially distancing myself from all forms of happiness. I drowned myself in my studies, I had all the time in the world so why not. When I emerged from quarantine, it was time to defend my dissertation. AND DEFEND THAT BITCH I DID!!!
So, on the first night of freedom, I gathered all my closest friends to celebrate Ph.D bitch! Perfectly scheduled on a Friday, I need the perfect place to go. A small bar with a live DJ, always extra turnt and packed on a Friday.
I got there early. Dressed in a short white dress with some obscene quote, to show off my quarantine body. I had to do something besides eat, write and masturbate...
Anyway, my friends began showing up. Everyone I invited. Including, him. Now he was a 5'10, fit, bearded man I work with and have had my eyes on since day one. Of course, I usually don't eat where I shit, but since I plan on leaving the job soon I had plans to end my lockdown drought.
It began with a pregame at a small mexican spot, and a few margaritas. Directly followed by tequila shots as soon as we reached the bar. Feeling beyond tipsy, my knees were on Meg the Stallion and I cut up to whatever the DJ play. With the alcohol going straight to my head and loins, I made my way around our dance circle before stopping in front of him. Beginning with a small tease, until a shift in the music which sent us into a wine. We rhythmically pressed into each other until I had him pressed into a wall. I rubbed my hands all over him; partially trying to stay on my feet, partially trying to get a good feel. And he felt like all I wanted and more.
As time went on, I never left form on him and he didn't seem to mind. Our dancing turned into flirtatious grabs and soft kisses on erogenous zones. What was to come next would be answered with a simple question: "your place or mine?"
His it was. I followed him home carefully and pulled in to a parking spot nearest to him at his apartment complex. I followed him up the stairs and through his front door. By the time he had the door locked, my dress was off. He walked over and met his lips to mine. They eagerly responded as my hands tugged his shirt over his head. I ran my hands down his chest, then looked up into his eyes going back in for more kisses. I easily unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his boxers down. I stopped kissing him and assessed his naked body. Then, I dropped to my knees.
I knelt eye to tip with my dance partner and had a new friend for him to meet. I gently brushed my lips against his tip and licked. I swirled my tongue around and around, taking more and more in as I went. I kept going until there was no more room for my hands to hold on to anything, and he was tickling my tonsils. Mid gawk, he pulled me up by the back of my throat and brought my lips back to his. Pulling away, he took my hand and led me to his sofa.
He took a seat and I took a squat above him. I lowered my body onto him, adjusting to the girth pushing into me. Flat on my feet, and with my hands on his shoulders for support, I began bouncing on his lap. Sliding between being on my feet and on my knees, I moved my hands to his thighs. I continued rocking, bouncing and grinding until I couldn't hold myself up any longer and shivered into my first orgasm.
Feeling drained, he flipped me over and pushed my knees into my chest. He began to flick his tongue on my still swollen and pulsating clit. Adding to my wetness, I quickly writhed into my second orgasm. As the trembles were still going through me, he thrust himself back inside, rolling me to and through my third orgasm. Putting my arm around his neck, I propped myself up off the sofa so I could wrap my legs around him and rock with him. We sped up and slowed down. His sweat fell into my face and we huffed our hard labored breath into each others faces. I freed my breasts from my bra and offered them to his mouth. He teased my nipples playfully, tugging at the bars pierced through them. I felt his thighs tighten beneath me, and his thrusts become more intent. I held on to his neck with both arms now, as he rocked us forcefully into a synchronized orgasm. We both collapsed onto the sofa.
Once my heart rate slowed, I slid off the sofa and found my dress, got dressed and walked out his door....
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