Out and all in

I was going to publish this story tomorrow but i just don’t seem to keep this only to myself and the forum members. This is another story by tgirl Fran and oh my, she does know how to write! This was one of the most vivid and romantic description of 69 sex i ever got to read! I bet you will agree with me after you read this story!

It has been a nice evening out. Ila took me out for fine dining. I like getting “dressed up” and enjoy fine meal in places with a romantic atmosphere. It’s good for the soul to elevate oneself to a higher standard. Good food and good company is always a reward.

We get home early because we started early. We get to choose the corner table when we do that. We enter the house and I take Ila’s jacket. He also kicks off his shoes. I have good carpeting. I appreciate that. Yeah, Ila is house -broken. LOL I put on some slow dancing music and Ila knows what I want. Holds me in his arms and we slow dance. We’re good enough at this that we can stay off each other’s toes too. I loosen his tie and pull it off. I’m in my blue satin evening dress. It’s soft and smooth, slippery as ice. We dance and whisper those sweet nothings that lovers do. He pulls me in close at the hips. ” I get the message Ila.”

As we move to the music it stirs our inner desires. His testosterone boils, my tits perk up. We are as one in the moment. He glances down at my face but I know he is really looking at my breasts as they push into his chest. I don’t mind. He’s a guy. I feel changes below his belt. He is getting aroused. That is okay. So am I.

I wear a small size thong that holds me smooth on the front but it is getting uncomfortably tight. Ila knows. He knows everything about me. It’s nice to have a date that can “read” you without having to be told.

I raise my long slender arms over his shoulders and it pokes my tits into him. He likes that. I like it too. I hope he never figures out that I do it deliberately. I kiss him lightly and he deftly undoes the hook and zipper of my dress. It slides off my shoulders. Innocently, I don’t care. My thong has slipped and my cock is banging against his. I encourage him by pulling back from him. My dress falls away at the front and reveals my soft tanned skin. I went bra-less tonight, he enjoys my feminine delights. I pull at his belt and he knows the message. A few interruptive tugs and his pants are to the floor. I hook my thumbs into his bikini shorts and slid them down. He assists as he does the same to me. My silver lace thong slides down my legs. I step out.

We continue our little dance as our cocks have their delightful duel. We gently move and our cocks rub in full sensuality as if they were instruments on their own. We have to stand apart a bit or otherwise we get jabbed and reminded we are horny as hell. I feel Ila’s cock throb and it bounces against mine. I put in the effort and mine does likewise. Ila plays with my tits, the nipples perk. I touch our cocks and stimulate their joy. I try to push them down but they spring up. It is much easier to press them between our tummies. We hug and know it is time to move.

I step away to the couch and pull some pillows and cushions to the floor. Ila follows and instinctively we are coiled on the floor. Our lips meet, our hearts pound, our bodies try the impossible to melt as one. We try to be so close our hard cocks get in the way. I pull back. We breathe again. I lay beside Ila; my head rests on his chest. My hand finds his cock and I turn my head to watch. Ila reaches around me and finds his delight in playing with my tits. He loves it and I love him doing it.

Gently at first I sensually rub his shaft, then encircle with my fingers. Just holding him makes my cock throb. I tighten my grip and pre-cum shines his strawberry. Ila moans. My face is so close to his cock, do I dare? The heat of the moment seems to overcome me. I hold his cock and give a lick to its side. Then another… and again. I lightly purse my lips and a kiss to his shaft. Then a more deliberate one. I focus on the end and now lightly kiss. Again but with a light draw as I pull away. I continue, each time with less of a kiss and more of a sucking effect. Yes, it tastes salty. His “strawberry” turns red from my raspberry lipstick. I taste that too. I realize I am painting his cock. I doubt he will care. Now my kisses are slower but deeper each time. I am getting his head into my mouth. The combination of my raspberry flavor and his saltiness, I like it. Then I ponder what I am doing. My thoughts,” Are you ready for this Fran?” I have to continue. I rise up on my knees and move to position. My body above him, I assume the 69 position. My full cock bangs into Ila’s face.

I open my mouth and freeze; slowly making his cock disappear beyond my lips. His cock touches the back of my mouth, my lips close, I suck hard and pull back and slide off this full hard bright red cock. Without stopping I open again and go down. This time I close enough to feel him enter me. His strawberry slides over my tongue to the back of my mouth. I relax and carefully I get beyond the gag line. My lips reach the base of his cock and they close on him hard. I pause……. and I swallow! Ila throbs again within me. I slide back and my suction gives a sounding pop as his cock emerges in its blissful glory. I take a gasp of air realizing I have just expanded my window of sexual pleasure.

Meanwhile, Ila has been working on his own just reward. Working my cock with his mouth he has tasted my dew. I roll off him and we pump each other to climax knowing we will expand our pleasure level again in another erotic moment. We release our hold and I sit on him face to face. I like my new top position. He reaches up again to rub my tits. I lean forward and settle on his chest. We kiss, we hold and fall asleep in our embrace.

A glint of morning sun breaks through the curtains. Ila had a good night out, but he is “all in”.

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