Erotic Story : What we wouldn’t do anymore

He looks at me in the most mischievous way. His hands are restless, his fingers are wiggling and I can see that he can’t wait to touch me. I smile cautiously, I sense that I have him right where I want him. His eyes roam over my dress and eventually linger on my legs, where the piece of fabric ends. He sighs excitedly, opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, only to close it again. I playfully run my fingertips along my neck. He firmly grips my wrist, brings his mouth to my ear and whispers, ‘I thought we weren’t doing this anymore.’ His warm breath caresses my skin and I feel goosebumps spread over my body. He’s right, we weren’t doing this anymore, but how do you stay away from someone who makes your legs go so weak it feels as if you’ve just had a very intense leg workout. I hear what he’s saying, but his eyes tell me something else.

‘Hmm,’ he groans softly. ‘Why is this so damned hard?’ I bite my lower lip, so I don’t say things I might regret. His gaze is intense, his grip on my wrist even more so. ‘It’s hard to stay away from you.’ I nod gently, but don’t let go of his gaze. Right now, I don’t care what was said or done, my brain seems to have forgotten what we agreed on. The fingertips of my free hand gently caress his chest. Before I know it, he slaps my hand away, grabs my face and kisses me fiercely. Our tongues do a warm wet dance together. After a few blissful moments, he pulls away and gently swipes my lower lip with his thumb.

‘You still taste so good.’ The tingling and desire rush through my body, make my head fuzzy and I can’t contain myself anymore. I take his hand and push it flat against my stomach, and then further down, until it reaches the spot all my body heat wants to flow to. For a moment, we stand like that, in silence, locked in an intense gaze and his fingertips tapping against my sensitivity as if waiting to be let in. I take a careful step back and place my buttocks on the cupboard against the wall. I automatically let my legs fall apart and he stands between them. His hands feel warm and firm against my bare thighs. His gaze wanders down, to the edge of my dress and, agonizingly slowly, he slides his hands up and pushes the fabric up. Almost as if he expects me to stop him, but I don’t. I want everything that he’s thinking about now.

Eventually, my light gray panties appear and he sighs excitedly. Without looking at me or saying anything, he presses his fingertip against my clit. When he lets go, a wet spot, were he just touched me, remains and I instantly feel my heartbeat accelerating. ‘It’s always so hot, how wet you are for me.’ I nod excitedly and lean my back against the wall and push my pelvis towards him. He sighs excitedly and the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. Again, he presses his thumb on my clit and gently starts rubbing me through the fabric of my panties. Funnily enough, it feels even more intense with the fabric between us than it would have without. I start to moan softly as I watch the scene. My light panties turn darker and darker. 

His thumb lowers down towards my opening and he presses the fabric of my panties halfway in. Fuck, who would have thought that this could feel so hot? My soft moan is more than enough approval for him to gently slide two hands into my panties. His one thumb is maddeningly circling my clit, while his other thumb presses against my entrance. I hold onto the edge of the cupboard and close my eyes. The way the rest of his fingers all press into the skin down there, makes me feel like multiple hands are on me. 

A soft growl rolls from his lips, he pulls his hands from the sides of my panties and gently taps two fingers against the fabric right where my clit is. My panties get wetter and wetter and when he starts undoing his pants, I feel the heat take over my body. Within seconds, his pants drop around his ankles and he releases his boner from his boxers. His cock head glistens with moisture and I swallow hard. I would give anything to take him in my mouth. ‘Fuck,’ he pants as he presses his cock against my panties. ‘We shouldn’t do this.’ Biting my lower lip I agree, and push my pelvis closer to him. He lets his thumb disappear in my panties, pulls my labia apart and presses his cock against it. The piece of fabric between us is practically soaked by now. I moan at the touch, his fingers disappear and with his right hand he holds his cock in the right position while he gently starts rubbing against my wet panties. 

Just when I think it can’t get any more arousing, he presses his cock against my opening and pushes a piece of my panties inside me. The sides cut softly and deliciously into my groin and I never want this to stop. Growling, he curses some words, and I feel exactly the same. ‘Don’t stop,’ I plead out of breath. He looks at me, takes a step back and curls his fingertips around the crotch of my panties. My heart is racing and my mouth feels dry. From the side, he presses his boner underneath my panties and I moan filled with longing when his cock slides through my wet labia. He maddeningly moves back and forth, over and over again, through my labia and against my clit. My panties are so wet that the colour of his cock shows through. He slides down towards my opening a few times, presses it gently and then blissfully slides up through my labia. The way his cock tickles my clit over and over again drives me wild. He grabs my hips with both hands and starts moving in my panties. His dark hair dances to the rhythm and I get more out of breath with every thrust. Drops of our combined fluids run between my buttocks and down my legs. My panties are soaked, dark grey and practically transparent.

Al my blood seems to flow to the same place, my legs start to tingle with arousal and my muscles are tightening. ‘I think I’m coming,’ I manage to express in a rush. He grunts and his breathing quickens, and before I know it my orgasm thunders through my body in overwhelming waves. He pulls out of my panties, takes hold of his boner and it only takes him a few up and down strokes before shooting his cum all over my panties in waves. It feels warm against the wet fabric. Relieved, I start grinning and spread our wetness over my soaked panties. ‘I have to go,’ I sigh; ‘I have to be at the dentist in ten minutes.’ With my hands on his chest, I push him back and jump off the cupboard. I pull down my dress and look for my bag.

‘Shouldn’t you change your underwear?’ I look at him with a smile on my face: ‘Why? Does it bother you?’ ‘Certainly not.’ ‘Good. You can let yourself out, right?’ He nods in confirmation as he pulls up his pants and buttons them. ‘See you next time, when we won’t do it again.’ I wink and close the door behind me. It feels sticky between my legs, but I’m not complaining. It’s all worth it.