Lunch Date by Cathy O'Niel copyright 1999
cathyo_angel@yahoo.com  (O'Niel Cathy)

I rushed home from work at lunch time. He was coming over. It was a rare thing for him to be able to get away from work, and we wanted to spend some time together before Christmas. We decided to meet at my house, but I had a feeling there would not be much food being eaten.

He told me earlier in the week he wanted me to be aggressive with him. We wrote teasing notes back and forth for days before this lunch date, wetting each other appetites. I told him to wear a shirt I could rip off his back. I wish I could have seen his face when he read that email.

I raced around the house, cleaning up a bit before he arrived. Too soon he was knocking at the door, but I just figured he would not be looking at the house anyway. 

I opened the door and he stepped inside. Before he even took his coat off I was wrapped around him, kissing him passionately, my fingers gripping his hair. His strong arms went around my waist and he kissed me back fiercely. 

He was groaning into the hot kisses, and I slid his coat off his shoulders, never once breaking that endless kiss. I pressed harder against him, feeling my breasts almost flattened between us. His body was big and hard, and I reveled in it.

I stepped back and lifted my sweater over my head. He pulled me to him and kissed me again. I broke the kiss, and looked into his eyes. I gripped his t-shirt at the shoulder, where it was ripped, and tore it down
the front. The sound of the fabric ripping was incredible, sending a ripple of lust through both of us. I gripped it in both hands and almost shredded it,
exposing his hairy chest. 

I leaned down and began to suck and bite his hard nipples. I loved the noises he was making; moans, groans, some indistinguishable words. I lapped at them over and over. He pulled my tank top over my head and
I unhooked my front clasp bra. My breasts spilled out into his hands. He kneaded them, his thumbs flicking over the nipples.

I groaned and tilted my head back. He buried his face in my neck, his soft beard tickling me. Again I stepped back and lifted the shredded t-shirt over his head. I kissed his sweet mouth, smelling and tasting those cigars he loves so much. It made me wetter.

I turned him around, still kissing him, and backed him towards the bedroom. As his thighs hit the bed he fell back, with me on top of him. I began to nibble and lick my way down his body. He put his hands over his
head. This is what he had told me he craved. To be taken, to be lusted after, to feel a hot, passionate woman taking charge.

I stood up at the edge of the bed and unzipped his pants and slid them down just enough to expose his underwear. His white briefs, bulging in the front, looked incredible. I lifted them roughly up and over his cock, and swooped down, engulfing him in my wet mouth. His hips lifted off the bed and he groaned again. God, I loved to make him do that.

I suckled that rigid flesh, taking him deep into my mouth, pulling hard on the way back up. His cock was rock hard, like iron. I fondled his balls as I
continued my seduction of him.

I stood up again, and took off his boots and socks. He lifted his hips and I slid those tight jeans and undies off. He lay there, spread eagle, exposed,
throbbing. I lay on top of him, still wearing my jeans, my bare breasts rubbing on his chest. 

We kissed as his hands ran up and down my back. I felt myself grinding against him, and knew I had to have him. I stood up again and walked to the side of the bed to take off my jeans and socks. As I slid them
down my hips I felt him kneeling behind me. He began to kiss and lick the back of my neck. His hands came around to cup my breasts. 

I could feel his chest against my back, and I leaned back more. He kneaded them gently, then harder. The pink nipples were pebbled and hard, his thumbs flicking over them. I groaned and stood up to take off
my leopard print panties. As I tossed them aside, I pounced on him, pulling him on half on top of me. 

I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs, showing him what I wanted. His long fingers probed between my lips. I had just shaved them again that morning. The skin felt so incredibly smooth. He began
to tease me. My hips were arching up, wanting more, harder. 

He generously obliged me. Deeper he dug into me, running his fingers over my throbbing clit, then back inside. My hips rocked up and down. 

"Feel what you do to me, baby?" I moaned. 

"Oh, yeah, so wet," he whispered. 

His mouth came down and latched onto one of my puckered nipples. He began to suck on it strongly. I writhed under him. His fingers worked on me, driving me higher and higher. Then he began to lick his way down my belly, lower, still lower. I began to quiver all over, remembering the last time he touched me with his mouth.

He descended to my throbbing wetness, burying his face in my silky folds. His beard was silky smooth on my skin, and his mouth incredibly warm and wet. He aggressively licked, sucked, nibbled, devoured my wetness. My hands could only grip the bedspread, hanging on tight.

He was relentless. The orgasm hit hard and fast, jerking my hips up off the bed, a harsh growl ripped from me. He lapped at me slowly, riding it out with me, letting me come back down gently. 

I surged up off the bed and kissed his pussy soaked mouth, tasting my juices on his tongue and lips. I pulled back, staring into his eyes, seeing the lust and passion I felt reflected back. 

"Fuck me," I whispered.

He quickly flipped me over and pulled me up onto my knees, pushing his shaft deeply into me in one deep sure thrust. His powerful hands gripped my hips, and he started moving in and out in long, smooth strokes.
I could feel his heavy balls slapping against my throbbing clit.

I reached a hand under me and started to stroke that hard aching spot, my fingertips bumping his cock now and again. 

"That's it, cum, baby," he said harshly.

My legs spread wider apart and my back bowed up as another orgasm swept through me. My cries were muffled against the bed, and my hips bucked convulsively. I slumped back down flat on the bed. He pulled out of me, and leaned down and did one of the most erotic things I had ever felt; he licked and sucked the fingers I had used to make myself cum. I felt a fresh surge of lust spreading through me.

I squirmed out from under him, and dove down on his cock with my mouth. The juiciness of my pussy was all over him, and I cleaned him off with my tongue. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I felt him shudder. A
groan from deep inside him seemed to ripple through me as well. 

Laying back on the bed, I crooked my finger and gestured for him to come closer. He knelt between my legs, spreading them with his thick muscular thighs. He fisted his cock, and rubbed it up and down my slick pussy, then rammed it in, sinking his weight down onto me. He thrust a few times, then raised back on his knees, pushing my thighs apart with his hands.

I reached a hand down and started rubbing my clit again. He rocked and rotated his hips, driving in hard and deep, then gentle and slow. I came yet again, fast and quick. 

"Don't stop, love," he murmured. 

I kept rubbing, and two more orgasms, one immediately following the other, made me writhe and thrash on the bed under him. I looked up at him, my cheeks flushed, hair disheveled, and eyes dazed. 

"Damn, woman, you are sopping wet," he said in a low sexy voice. I could feel it, the multiple orgasms making me almost dripping wet. His cock slipped in and out easily. 

I watched his face, and saw the change come over him.  Now he was driven to cum, and I wanted to see it, to watch him as it overtook him. He began stroking in and out, almost all the way out, then slamming back in.
His eyes clenched tightly closed, and he began to shake. 

"Oh, fuck," he gasped out, and I could feel his cock pumping deep into me, rippling as he came. He shuddered a couple of times then slid out of me. He swiftly moved down and once again buried his face in my dripping cunt. He brought me to another earth shaking orgasm with his mouth. 

I lay there, panting heavily, chest heaving and muscles quivering. He moved up next to me and we kissed softly. We lay there for a while, but I knew I
had to get back to work. How I was going to manage I didn't know. 

We both got dressed, kissing leisurely as we did.  Hugging him tight, he left. I put on my shoes and went slowly back to the office. The weak knees didn't hit until I had been there about a half hour. Damn, what a lunch. 

Lunch Date by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2000