Erotic Story: Sultry family dinner

I look at him across the table. He’s so absorbed in talking to my sister that he doesn’t even notice me staring at him. The way his hair frames his face, the fit of his clothes on his body and the features on his face as he listens to her with genuine interest; how does this man always manage to look so incredibly hot? I study his face, his beautiful deep-brown eyes and his kissable lips. I’m not sure if it’s the heat on my skin, or the view that I’m so shamelessly admiring, but my body’s longing for cooling. 

I pick up my glass of rosé from the table, bring it to my mouth and take a big sip. The ice-cold drink slowly makes its way down my body. As my mom sets a bowl of fresh salad on the table, I finally make eye contact. An instant tingling of excitement shoots through my body. The fact that my sister has never fallen for him is one of the greatest mysteries on earth. They’ve known each other for almost seven years; colleagues, friends who share joys and sorrows. From terrible dates to disastrous sexcapades, they share everything, but they’d never think of getting involved together. 

Sometimes I wonder if she knows that he’s been keeping something from her for three months now. Our romps probably do not come up when they get together or talk on the phone for hours. A part of me is jealous of their connection, but the main part of me is mostly thrilled by everything I share with him that they don’t. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, he closes one eye against the bright sunlight and looks at me with a naughty expression.It’s exactly the same look which made me take off my panties for him and take him home with me three months ago. Well, okay, that look and about 3 liters of alcohol, but the hangover never came. 

Under the table I feel his leg gently rubbing mine. The hairs on his lower leg tickle my skin. My mind is busy with one thing only; how long before I can feel him again. He picks up his glass of wine, winks at me and then puts the glass to his mouth. I’m almost jealous of the drops sliding down his fingers. Without giving it too much thought, I run my foot up his leg and let my toes slide into his shorts. He brings his attention back to my sister, but I can tell he’s struggling. ‘It’s really hot, right?’ I wipe some drops from my glass and then let my fingers slide coldly down my neck. Got him now. His eyes follow the drops as they sink further into my dress. Under the table, he grabs my foot and puts it between his legs. He gently massages my foot. His touch quickens my breathing. From my foot, his fingertips slide over my ankles, towards my knees. Had there been enough space, I’m sure he would make them disappear under my dress. 

When he presses my foot against his boner, I abruptly pull it away and stand up. ‘Are you okay?,’ my mother asks, walking into the garden with a bowl of sliced baguettes. ‘Yes, I just have to go to the bathroom.’ ‘But dinner’s almost ready.’ ‘Sorry, I won’t take long.’ I walk into the house with long strides. I need to cool off, I need something. I have to get the images of the past month running through my mind under control. We’re having dinner with my parents, sister and brother, so this is not the place for such jokes. 

I walk to my father’s office and close the door behind me. With a deep sigh, I sink into his office chair and stare out the window. This has to stop. Just as I get back up, the door opens slowly. He looks at me, a little confused.‘What are you doing here? Are you okay?’ I nod briefly and look at him far too long. ‘I just needed to cool off a little.’ ‘Cool off? Or do you mean get off?’ A cheeky grin appears on his face and he walks over to me. ‘Because I could help you with that.’ I forget to breathe normally, swallowing seems impossible and I’m suddenly intensely conscious of myself.

His hands slide firmly over my breasts as he plants fervent kisses on my neck. I lean my ass against the edge of the desk, looking for some support. The edge presses ever deeper into my skin as he presses himself against me ever tighter. I softly moan in his ear and put my arm around his neck. ‘We can’t do this, not here,’ I manage to say heatedly. ‘But I can’t hold back,’ he moans back excitedly. It seems like I’ve completely lost control over my body, my hands are doing things that my mind has not consented to. They slide over his chest, his strong arms, through his hair, and grab the edge of his shorts.

Is it the summer heat driving us this far? Or is it pure lust? ‘Maybe we should just tell them,’ he mumbles against my lips. I suddenly push him away from me and look at him with a serious expression. He starts to chuckle, pulls me closer to him again and continues to kiss me. Fuck it, is the only thing my mind comes up with. I push myself slightly away from the desk, pull up my dress and lift myself onto the desktop. The wood feels cool against my warm butt. His hand slides down between us, to the place between my legs. With his fingertips curled around my panties, he manages to shove them aside. His fingers slide wetly through my heat. I have to do my best to hold back and not start moaning like crazy. I’ve never experienced before what this man can do with his fingers. When he disappears between my legs, it seems as if he has at least seven fingers on each hand. They’re everywhere. Around my clit, my opening and my behind. 

His breath feels warm against my neck and I do my best to get his shorts down asap. A few seconds later, his boner jumps to freedom. He is hard, rock-hard and I feel proud to be the cause of this. My body shivers as he withdraws his fingers. We look at each other briefly, like we are both looking for some kind of confirmation. I take his boner in my hand and guide him to my opening. The feeling of his cock against my wetness makes me even hornier than I was already. I slide my butt a little closer to the edge of the desk. He places his hands on my legs, and I place mine behind me for support. He looks at me intensely and then thrusts into me in one fierce movement. I bite my lower lip to fight back a groan. 

His fingertips press firmly into my skin. He feels raw and full inside me. With every movement he makes, my ass playfully scrapes the surface of the desk. Fuck, this is so good. I throw my leg further around his hips, so he can disappear even deeper into me. He growls softly, it is clear that he’s also having a hard time controlling his volume. The edge of his T-shirt tickles my stomach every now and then. ‘Shit, you are so hot.’I groan in agreement. 

‘I want to finish this at your place tonight.’ ‘Finish?,’ I ask, slightly confused, afraid that he’s about to stop. ‘Yes, extensively. I want to enjoy you much longer than this quickie.’ ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop, okay?!’He laughs excitedly and licks my lips. ‘Don’t worry, I will definitely make you come.’ His hand disappears between us and buries itself deep between my legs. His thumb presses my clit and his movements go faster. Somewhere in the distance I feel the tingling in my legs building. My heart pounds heavily and, in no time, I get flooded by fierce waves of pure intensity. My ass moves across the desktop in jerky movements and without even realizing it, I call out his name way too loudly. 

‘Shhh,’ he laughs excitedly: ‘fucking hot to hear my name like that, but you better keep it down.’ With a dry mouth, I look at him, bewildered. My skin is sensitive, my core is still busy absorbing the aftershocks when he starts moving so fiercely that the desk shifts a little with every thrust. The scratching sound of its legs on the floor fill the room and just as he presses his lips together and tries hard not to come screaming, the door of my father’s office swings open.