Dining On The Table

She was bored. His boss had invited them to attend a gallery opening with him and his wife and getting out of it wasn't an option. It wasn't that she didn't like his boss or the wife, but the art scene wasn't for her. Of course, the plastic expression on her face, the smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, and the false interest she was projecting wouldn't be noticeable to anyone else. He made eye contact and slowly began to move in her direction.

“You're bored and it is starting to show.” he whispered in her ear as he came up behind her.
“Only to you. Take me home and do something about it.” she shot back as she turned in his arms.

His throaty laughter washed down her spine and settled low between her legs...exactly where she wanted – needed – him to be. The corner of the gallery afforded them a little privacy and she pressed her advantage. She leaned into him as he widened his stance. Her mouth made gentle contact with his jaw. She let one hand slide from his chest down to his belt buckle.

As she let her fingers dance across the fly of his pants, she met his eyes. The smile she gave him held the promise of passion.
“Not here...”
“Here?” she questioned as her palm cupped his balls through the material of his pants. She was feeling extremely naughty, but public sex wasn't his scene.
“I said no.”

He reached for her wrist and brought those questing fingers to his lips. He gently brushed a kiss across the tips.
“We're about to have company.” he said, shifting his stance and letting her hand go.
“Wonderful” she mouthed as she turned around toward the other couple. Luck seemed to be with her as his boss was making his own excuses for cutting the night short.

The ride home was a silent form of foreplay. She let her knees fall open and slowly bunched the soft material of her dress in her hands. She stopped just short of the lace edge of her thigh-high stockings. While looking straight ahead, she cleared her throat to get his attention. Then she began to trail one pink tipped nail along the inside of her thigh.

“You should keep your eyes on the road.” she advised with a satisfied smile. He thanked God they were almost home.

She had just dropped her hand bag on the counter and was turning to head to their bedroom when he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up onto the kitchen table. She let out a small gasp as he spread her legs and stepped between them. Her arms went instantly around his neck and she pressed her mouth to his. He tasted hot and passionate. When she slipped her tongue into his mouth, he made a rough sound of pleasure that moved down her spine.

With their lips and tongues still locked together, he began to push her back down to the table. With one hand braced next to her head, he reached under her dress to find her panties. His mouth moved to her neck as his fingers pressed against her already damp crotch. Panting, she arched into the touch. One thick finger was sliding over her panties and pushing into the crease of her lips. She breathed his name as she shuddered.

She reached for him, attacking the buttons of his shirt with determination. She needed to feel his skin. Becoming frustrated with her efforts, she grabbed the sides and pulled. Buttons popped and rolled across the table. With a grin, he asked, “Mind if I do the same to your dress?”
“Don't you dare...”

Leaning up and away from her body, he looked down at her sprawled across their kitchen table. Her hair was fanned out, her thighs were open, and her dress was pushed up to expose the lacy tops of her stockings. With a growl, he reached under her dress and slipped his hand beneath the elastic edge around the leg of her panties, grabbing the crotch. She lifted her hips and he pulled the panties down her thighs and off her feet. Uncurling his hand, he looked down at the evidence of her desire marring the black of her panties.

Raising her eyebrows, she licked her lips. With slow and deliberate movements, he brought the panties to his nose and mouth. She watched, enthralled, as he tongued the crotch of her panties; tasting her. Tossing the panties to the floor, he gathered the material of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. While she laid there in nothing but her stockings, he removed the shirt and pushed his slacks and underwear down to his ankles. Grabbing for her, he pulled her to the edge of the table.

His blood rushed through his veins, hot and thick. She was already slick and swollen and laid out for him across the table like a feast for his demanding appetite. Leaning down, he opened her outer lips. Her body flushed at his intense inspection. He bent to lick her and her hips lifted off the table in response. He curled his tongue around her hard clit and sucked. Working first one finger and then two into her puss, he began to walk them along the wet walls. It never took long, and all too soon she was clinching around his fingers and moaning with her orgasm.

Leaning up, she held herself open as he replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. The slide in was easy given the fact that he'd already brought her to one climax. She continued to lift and thrust against him. Grabbing for his shoulders she pulled him closer to her. Each pull of her wet cunt on his cock sent ripples of pleasure down his spine. She would tighten around him as he thrust. In moments, he could feel his balls tighten. His release wasn't far behind. Moving faster and faster, he groaned and pulled his cock to rest against her hot mound.

Gasping at the loss, she watched as he jerked his cock to release. He came with a groan on her belly. Looking down the length of her body to her belly, she smiled and reached for him. She placed soft kisses along his neck and tongued his throat as she moved to his lips.

“Not that I didn't enjoy it, but why did you do that?” she asked.
“I wanted a reason to get you into the shower...” he answered.
“You could have simply asked!”
“Yeah, but this was more fun.”