Date Night

With another squeeze of my junk and a swat to my ass Heather lets me go. She’d always been touchy-feely but with that grope and swat she had definitely taken the aggression up a notch, probably to begin to give me a glimpse at what a life as her full time man would be like. If she thought that might scare me off she couldn’t have been more wrong! I loved the desire and confidence and dominance that it showed. So different than my previous passive partners. With just a couple of squeezes she’d gotten my dick to half mast and that swat to my butt left a little tingle that was spreading through the rest of my body.

Humming a happy little tune Heather returns to the boxes of groceries. Taking the bag of carrots she inspects it briefly then, without even looking my way, passes it my direction and says. “Fridge.”

“Huh? Oh, right!” I hurry to take it. Stepping around her I swing open the door to the fridge…and the very next second Heather was on me again!

Pressed tight to my back, her cock once more nestled between my butt cheeks, she wraps her left arm around my waist and whispers. “In the drawer, if you please.”

“Drawer?” I swallow. “Yes, Ma’am.”

With her arm around me, and not letting go, my only option to reach the crisper drawer at the bottom was to bend straight over at the waist, and so that is what I do. Pushing my ass back against her bulge I bend down and open the drawer. My dick wasn’t the only one swelling!

“Ohhhh myyyy God.” She sighs as her right hand slowly pushes up the curve of my spine then back again before grabs my hips, one in each clutching hand. “That’s it, baby. Put it right inside.” Her cock fills as her grip tightens. “Gooood boyyyy.”

The carrots are in the drawer but still I remain where I was. I’d never had woman touch my like this before, holding me in such an overtly sexual ‘receiving’ position, and it was doing things to me. The fact that she had the equipment to follow through only made it hotter. So much hotter. All my life I’d considered a dude getting anal as ‘gay’ but wanting to get fucked by a beautiful, caring, full-figured woman like Heather seemed like the furthest thing from that. How could wanting this goddess possible be considered queer? And more importantly…who the fuck cared? Gripping my knees I arch my back and start to rub my ass up and down her growing schlong.

“Now you’re just playing dirty.” She giggles and spanks my bum again as hard as her gentle touch could manage. Pulling me up to standing she wraps me in another hug and again nuzzles against my neck. “Sexy boy.”

“Heather?” I whisper.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I…like when you touch me like this.”

“I like it too. You are very touchable.”

“You, um…you said that anal feels good? For the man I mean.”

“Mmm.” Her hands explore my body as she lightly suckles against my neck. “Every man is different but…mmm…I’ve heard it can be one of their greatest pleasures. Heh, heh, heh. In fact, they can get down right slutty for it.” She slides to the other side of my neck, her soft lips dragging across my flesh. “Did you enjoy being touched down there in the bath?”

“Yes! I liked it very much.”

“Mmm. Did you like when I touched you there when I went down on you?”

I nod. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Then I think you might just like it too.”

“I wanna…I wanna try. I wanna know.” I huff, my breath picking up as her roaming hands, soft breasts, and hardening member taking me to the heights of arousal. “I want you to…teach me. Teach me to feel good in that way. I don’t want to deny you anything.”

“Ohhhh, Elliot.” She turns me around to face her and pushes me back against the open fridge by pressing her huge tits into my chest. I am eye to eye with Heather, with her just a bit taller than me so she had to look down ever so slightly to accentuate her soft dominance. Never before had I been looked in such a way that made me feel simultaneously like the most precious jewel and a rare piece of meat being eyed up by a ravenous tiger. I don’t honestly know which I liked better! “You’d be willing to try? For me?”

“Yes. Yes. I don’t know if I’ll like it but I want to try. I want to…” My rock hard pecker flexes against her mighty bulge. “…feel you…inside of me.”

“Oh, Elliot. Those words are music to me.” Her lips brush mine with a feather soft kiss. “You are such a good boy. Oh, sweetie. I know I am pressing you into this.” She says as she teases her fingers through my hair in that wonderful way of hers. “But it is something that we ought to know before our choices become…irrevocable.”

“We need to know!”

She chuckles as my erection rages. “Somebody’s enthusiastic all of a sudden.”

“Please…”

“Shhhh.” She pets me once before stepping away. Keeping one hand on my chest she smiles. “I will not be rushed on my decision to keep you, so taking you tonight is out of the question, but there is still fun to be had.” Her smile grows. “Even a finger or two…or three could answer a few questions.”

“Oh!”

“A toy perhaps.” With a smirk she adds. “Or one of those carrots you just put away.”

“Heather!”

She laughs a merry laugh as she spins into my arms. I take her by surprise, in fact I take myself by surprise, when I twist in behind her and embrace her thick, soft body from behind as she’d done with me. The tables are turned as this time it was my dick hotdogged between her humongous buttocks as I hold her tight. Nuzzling through her hair to find the supple skin of her neck where I begin to kiss and suck, just like she’d done to me.

“Mmmm.” She melts back against me. “A girl could get used to this.”

My hands on her squishy tummy, one over the other, I hold her tight and begin to rock our bodies left and right to the rhythm of our hearts.

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves.” I whisper.

“Oh?”

“I’ve got to earn my stay, remember?” I softly jest. “By Monday I’m yours or out the door. I’ve got just this weekend to convince you to keep me and I am sure as heck not gonna waste it. Not when what I want more than anything is so close.” I hug her tighter.

“Oh my!”

“I’m going to wine you.”

“Mm, okay.”

“I’m going to dine you.”

“I like where this is going.”

“I’m gonna make you the best damn tacos you ever had.”

“He he he!”

“You will dance with me of course. We must have dancing.”

“Ohhh.” She swoons. “You dance?”

“No.” I chuckle. “But for you I’ll try.”

“Mmmm!” I couldn’t see her face but I just knew she was beaming. “I am sure you are a wonderful dancer.”

“Maybe a moonlight walk through the park, once it’s quiet. Just you and me and the star above.”

“How romantic.”

“And then…I’ll walk my Lady home.” I softly kiss her neck. “My smokin hot lady.”

“Mmmm.”

“If I’m lucky, a kiss at the door.” I say. “And I guess we’ll see what happens from there.”

With a titter she squeezes her big bum cheeks around my straining rod. “I think I might have a few ideas.”

“And you call me the tease?” Bap!

“OOO!” She jolts as I return one of her gentle spanks. “Elliot! He he he!”

Slipping around to her front I take her hands in mine and gaze into her eyes. “Let me earn your love, Heather. Let me treat you like you deserve to be treated. Let me show you how things could be.”

“How things could be? Oh. Elliot. I…I…”

“You know, tonight will be our first real date. Without all the pretending.”

“A date?” She says, becoming increasingly flustered by my intense eye contact.

“Once I’m on my feet I will take you out and treat you like the queen you are, but for tonight…does that sound like a date?”

“But…I’m not dressed for a…um…date.”

“Why don’t you go get ready?” I say with my most dashing grin while ‘accidentally’ brushing my dick across the monster in her panties. “No hurry. I’ll put away these groceries and start on supper. I’ll take care of everything.”

For a moment she just stands there, staring at me with a look of mild confusion. “You’re so…so…different than…”

Bringing a her hand to my mouth I kiss the back of it. “I am not Alexander, Heather. And I’m not trying to be. All I’m offering is me, just as I am.”

“Of course.” She says, looking guilty that she’d brought him up. “Of course.” She takes a deep breath and smiles. “I’ll go get ready then?”

“See you soon.” I kiss her hand again and flash her a wink before turning to grab a bag of peppers from out of the box.

I can feel her eyes following me for a few moments as I busy myself with unpacking the groceries. She must have been as stunned at my sudden boldness, I know I sure was! Somehow I’m able to hold my cool until the moment I hear Heather’s bedroom door click shut, at which point I leap into the air and pump my fist while mouthing the word. ‘YES!’