Dirty Dinner Date

I have one hand in his, the other holding a bottle of wine as we sit in the back of the taxi. It’s starting to get dark outside, but the early evening air is warm and inviting. We’re on our way to my friend Steven’s new apartment for a small dinner party. I’m looking forward to a night of great food, and great company. And of course, having Jae there with me. I smile to myself, and he notices.

“Excited, babe?”

He flashes me a cheeky smile and I can’t help but grin back at him. We’ve been laughing and joking together all evening as we prepared for our night out. It’s how we spend a lot of time together. Laughing, joking, teasing each other. I’ve never had a relationship quite like this one. He leans over and squeezes my knee despite knowing how ticklish I am there.

“Huh? Excited?”

I bat his hand away, but he takes me by surprise as he puts his mouth to my ear and kisses it softly. And just like that, I melt into him. I love being with him. He has an adventurous side, which makes me want to be a little adventurous, too. The sex, of course, has been great. Really great. Like beyond-my-wildest-dreams, great. We’ve been together for almost six months now, and he’s still surprising me. I lean over to kiss him as the taxi comes to a stop in front of Steven’s apartment building. His fingers thread through my hair as he kisses me softly. Mmm, he’s such a good kisser.

“How do I look?”

“I think the only way you could look more stunning in that dress…is if you weren’t wearing it. ”

I bat him playfully on the arm before he says anything else that might make me blush and we make our way into the building. Steven’s apartment is on the ground floor of this gorgeous new apartment building located in the center of the city. We are fashionably late, but I know he won’t mind. He’s always teasing me about my terrible timing.

“Hey! There you are. Come in, come in. Oh, more wine! Just in time. ”

“Steven, this place is amazing.”

Everyone else has already arrived and they’re all milling about with glasses of wine in hand. The apartment is stunning, but I wouldn’t expect any less from Steven. He’s always had impeccable taste. Not to mention, his new analyst job at that accounting firm downtown must be paying him quite handsomely. We drift between conversations, catching up with old friends and introducing ourselves to new ones. Jae stands so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his body and the smell of cedar and oak from his aftershave.

I turn towards him and whisper into the crook of his neck...

“You smell amazing.”

“Yeah? I remembered that you liked this aftershave from the first time that we… ”

His hand slides gently across my lower back and a wave of desire floods through me. We speak with a few of the other guests, but I’m finding it so hard to concentrate while his fingers tease my skin exposed by the backless dress I’m wearing. He traces small patterns across my skin and my body responds immediately to his touch. His fingers gently rise up...and down my spine. I shiver and try to relish this feeling. I love when he teases me. I turn to whisper in his ear, but before I can, Steven is encouraging us all to sit down at the table to eat.

“Hey, everyone. Dinner’s served. Sit down, eat! ”

Jae sits opposite me, chatting to our friends and occasionally shooting a knowing smile over at me.

Naturally, he’s making everyone around him laugh. Most people aren’t surprised when they hear he’s a comedy writer. I’m trying to concentrate on the conversation around me, but to be honest…I’m thinking about his aftershave. And how he smelled the first time he made love to me. I’m replaying it in my head now…I’m thinking about his fingers on my back. And how I’d like them in lots of other places on my body. I imagine them trailing up my thighs. I should really concentrate on what’s going on, but…I can’t help it. Damn, I really want to touch myself…I want him to touch me. I glance at him as I pour myself a second glass of wine. I catch his eye and bite my lip suggestively. I want him to know that I’m thinking about him. I wonder if he can tell how badly I want him…everyone else is too engrossed in conversation to notice us eye-fucking each other from across the table. I know it’s risky, but…I run my fingers slowly through my hair…and let them trail down my neck…down over my breasts. He’s watching me like a hawk now, taking occasional sips from his glass and pretending to pay attention to a conversation nearby. He knows what I’m thinking, doesn’t he? He’s always so good at reading me. I can tell by the way his teeth bite down on his lower lip, and how he glances over at me and then quickly looks away.

I take out my phone and type in a message…

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me as soon as we get home.”

He reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone. I watch as he glances at the message and quickly puts the phone face-down onto the table before anyone else sees. He tries, and fails, to suppress a smile. He doesn’t meet my gaze, probably because it would only turn him on even more. He lets a few moments go by before he casually picks up his phone and quickly types out a message. I think he’s trying to be polite and not text at the table.

“How wet are you right now?”

I quickly type out a response back to him...

“Oh, god, I’m so fucking wet.”

I can feel it in my panties. But I can’t afford to get anymore turned on while we’re surrounded by so many people. I need to concentrate. I need to stop fantasizing about his cock and how badly I want it inside of me right now. A thrill of excitement rushes through me at the thought of getting fucked by him at this dinner party. He’s an adventurous guy, but… is he that adventurous? I’ve finished eating, so I collect a few plates and take them to the kitchen.

“Hey babe, can you give me a hand?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure thing.”

He follows me into the kitchen and I place the plates down in the sink. When I turn around, he’s standing just inches away from me. My breath hitches slightly as I get another whiff of his aftershave.

“So…you’re feeling a bit worked up, are you?”

I press my body against his and kiss him. I press my body against his and kiss him. His tongue massages mine and I forget for a moment that we could be walked in on at any second. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me towards him. Oh god, I can feel his hard cock pressing against my dress. He buries his face into my neck and my whole body floods with heat.

“Well done on keeping quiet…”

His hands reach into my hair and pull it away from my ear. He nibbles on my earlobe and my knees nearly buckle beneath me.

“Tell them you’re going for a smoke. I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

Evidently, he likes that idea, because he suddenly pulls away from me and makes his way back into the dining room. I tiptoe down the hall to the bathroom and wait impatiently for him. By the time he joins me in the small, pink-tiled room, I’m desperate for him. I don’t know what I want him to do to me first. All I know is I need his hands, and his mouth, all over me.

“I want you so fucking badly right now.”

He makes his way over to me. I back up slowly, until I’m leaning against the large ceramic sink. He slides his hands down my sides over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. I’m desperate to feel his touch and lean forward to kiss him, hard. I know we can’t be long, but this feels too good not to savor it. His mouth finds mine and we kiss, long and deep.

His tongue moves tenderly across mine and his hands cup my face. God, I need more. He senses my urgency and moves his head down my body, pausing to take one breast out of my dress and kiss it. Then, he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks on it gently. My body convulses with desire as pleasure floods through me. The way he makes me feel is like a drug I can’t get enough of. I push my hand through his hair. His head moves further now, dipping underneath the hem of my dress. His tongue travels along the inside of my thigh, and he teases me with wet, gentle kisses. His hands slide up inside my dress as he pulls my panties down to the ground. His tongue finally slides between the wet lips of my pussy. Oh my god, that…that feels so fucking good…he drags his tongue expertly across me, flicking my clit occasionally, slowly and relentlessly teasing me.

I straddle his shoulders with one leg so that I can open my legs wider for him. I dig one hand into his shoulder, the other gripping the edge of the sink to steady myself. His tongue glides in and out of my pussy so easily. He lifts his head up for a single moment to shush me. I remember all of a sudden that we’re not in the privacy of our own home and we could be caught at any moment. My body trembles at the thought and I bite my lip to muffle any more of my moans. God, I love how spontaneous this is. And he… he makes me feel so sexy and desired. I love that he just had to have me…there’s something so hot about his strong hands holding my hips steady as he circles his tongue one way, and then the other.

“Oh, yes. Slower...baby, yeah. Yeah. Oh, god!”

He knows just how to please me and drive me wild. Does he like doing this to me? Going down on me knowing we have to be quick and quiet? I can feel the pressure starting to build and I can’t help but grind against him. I writhe over his face, moving my body in rhythm to his tongue as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, he slips a finger inside me and then two. Oh my god, that feels so fucking good. His fingers stroke my labia while his tongue flicks against my clit and it’s. It’s almost too much to bear…

“Just like that, baby. Just like that. Don't stop...”

My orgasm rips through my body and I clamp my legs around either side of his face. My fingers grasp at his hair as waves of pleasure shudder through me. I bite down on my lower lip in an attempt to be quiet.

I untangle myself from his shoulders and steady myself. I don’t have long to recover as I feel his kisses work their way down my thighs and he emerges from underneath my dress. His hands claw at my waist as he brings himself up to standing. He grasps at my hips and turns me around to face the huge bathroom mirror. My hands clasp the edges of the sink and I catch his eyes in the mirror’s reflection. He smiles lustfully and buries his face in the back of my neck as he presses his body against mine.

“Oh god, I want you so bad. ”

We both know we’re pushing our luck with time. Someone could knock on the door at any moment, but I can’t help myself. My pussy is throbbing and I can’t fucking wait any longer to have him inside me. He slides my dress up and guides his cock to my entrance. My toes curl in anticipation and I hold his gaze steady in the mirror as he pushes every inch of him inside me...

His hips move rhythmically as he thrusts into me. I can feel his cock thrusting in and out of me, and oh my god, it feels so good being filled up by him! I can tell he’s close to the edge as his thrusts become faster and his face becomes more and more desperate in the mirror. It’s such a turn-on to watch his face as he fucks me. And I’m dying to watch him cum.

“Oh yes, baby. Fuck yes.”

I squeeze my inner walls around him, intensifying the pleasure for him, teasing out his orgasm with every squeeze. I bet he loves it when I do that…I bet he loves feeling me squeeze myself around his cock. I feel his fingers dig into my hips and his face bury into the space between my shoulder blades. Oh, god. Oh, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum, and so is he!

He bends over to pick up my underwear which are tangled around my feet. I step out of them and he holds them in his hand.

“Can I keep these through dessert?”

It’s going to be hard sitting back down with everyone knowing how hard we both just came in the bathroom. I wonder if anyone will smell the sex on us. Hopefully, I won’t leave any of my wetness on Steven’s nice new dining chairs. I wonder if the next housewarming we go to will be this exciting.