A Showstopper During Karaoke
My fiancé and I went out to
Applebees last week for karaoke night -- but by the end of the night I left
wondering if all eyes were on me rather than the stage. We started with drinks and appetizers ...
then moved on to drinks and dinner ... and then moved on to drinks ... As a
small woman with a low tolerance of alcohol, toooooo many drinks.
I lost my inhibitions and,
without even thinking about it, I used my body to slide him to the back of the
booth we were sharing and cuddled my back up against his chest. Then, in the somewhat dark corner, I took his
hand in mine and slipped it under my loose-cut cotton blouse and placed it on
my breast. He didn't seem to mind
leaving his drink for my breasts, as he began to gently tease my nipples
through my bra. When he felt them harden
under his sensational touch, he carefully unsnapped the front clasp in my bra
and continued to tease my nipples.
As the waitress appeared to
begin to wonder what we were up to, I slowly began to slide my hand between my
thighs. Now, I'm not one for
masturbation, especially with a magnificent man doing his thing to me just
inches away, but ... tooo many drinks!
When I began to arch my back so I could make my strokes more
penetrating, my fiancé noticed the pressure to his chest changing and glanced
around my neck and shoulders to see what I was up to. Almost before I even noticed, his other hand
came around my side and gently slid inside the waistband of my skirt. He chuckled and kissed my neck when he felt
how soaking wet I already was, and he told me he wanted me to kiss him when I
got ready to scream.
His hands have always been
gentle and sooooo completely satisfying, touching me in amazing ways in all of
the spots that drive me crazy ever since the first time he touched me. However, with just a little bit of my input,
he has become a master at pleasing me.
So, needless to say, it wasn't long before I grabbed the back of his
head with my hand, tilted my head back to meet his and inhaled his tongue into
my mouth as every muscle in my legs and stomach tightened for the most amazing
public orgasm I've ever had. It wouldn't
stop -- with every touch, with every stroke, with every gentle thrust inside
me, a new wave seemed to flood over me.
After removing his hand, he
made me clean his fingers with my mouth and tongue, while he took a drink of
his Captain Morgan and Diet Pepsi -- all while looking me dead in the eyes. I smiled ear-to-ear, grabbed his cock from the
outside of his khaki shorts, and told him I wanted a chance to “clean” him. He nodded approvingly ... but told me I would
have to wait until the ride home.
He then proceeded to give me five
more opportunities to clean his fingers. He had me so crazy, I wanted to fuck him right
there in the booth ... He must have read my mind, ordering me to unzip his
shorts, release his "perfect penis" (that's what I call it because it
fits my hands, my mouth and my vagina perfectly!!!), and lifting me into his
lap. Then, after lifting the back of my
skirt and moving my thong to the side, I was doing two of my favorite things in
the world -- sitting on a great cock and listening to music.
After two more orgasms, we
decided to head home… "Head" being the key word in that sentence. Right, ladies!? A man satisfies us and puts our needs first --
THAT MANY TIMES!!!! -- deserves some road-head! ... and my man got just that. In fact, I'm not sure we were out of the
parking lot by the time I had him in the back of my throat ... and I'm sure we
weren't too far out of town before he asked if I was ready ... and, with a
muffled "umm,hmmm" as his reply, he gave me my favorite dessert! After cleaning every inch of him, and
carefully sliding him back inside his shorts, I sat back into my reclined bucket
seat, thinking I would chill the remaining few minutes it would take us to get
home.
Fortunately, my fiancé had
other plans. He immediately lifted my
skirt and began teasing me with his fingers again -- and again he made me cum
insanely in just minutes. With my entire
body shaking and me gasping for breath, he asked if I was ready to cap our night.
With my affirmative answer, he then
drove past the house and took a back road up one of the nearby mountains. After pulling into a secluded “parking” spot
with a beautiful view of the Valley lights at night, he helped me out of the
car (which he prefers as a gentleman).
He then popped open the trunk on his Altima and pulled out a large blanket
and a bottle of champagne. In minutes, I
was naked, laying on the blanket under the stars, listening to our favorite
music from the car, feeling the warm, gentle breeze, and having champagne
licked off of my lips, my neck, my breasts, my ass and my pussy lips…
It was a night of dreams, which
ended with this wonderful man carrying me into the house and into the bedroom…
and making love to me one more time… before I crashed and fell asleep with my
head on his chest!