It started out with a kiss

I gently placed my hand on her back and she tensed up, her eyes opening. She quickly glanced into the living room, but his back was to us. I didn’t even have to look. I looked at her.

She made eye contact but couldn’t hold it. Her eyes were nervous. But her pupils were wide open. Her eyebrows furrowed with concern at the thought of what I might do. He was in the next room. At least last time we were at the other end of the house, with a closed door between us. I smirked at her, finding her timid, nervous nature extremely alluring.

I leaned in and softly placed my lips against her cheek, kissing the tear of anger that fell from her right eye. Salty. I let out a breath through my nose as I let my lips off of her cheek, licking my lips to taste her tear. Her skin.

Her eyes were wide open as she looked down at her hands, slowly fidgeting in her lap. My right hand touched her thigh and she inhaled sharply, yet didn’t push it away.

“He’s right there,” she whispered, her voice so timid. So quiet. So nervous.

“I don’t care,” I said, sliding my hand up her thigh, her smooth skin under my warm fingers. She finally put her hand on top of mine when I threatened to slide up under her shorts. The feeling of her hand on mine made my cock flex inside my jeans. She feebly attempted to keep my hand there and I pretended that she was succeeding. I wanted her to think she had a chance.

When I slid my hand back down towards her knee she relaxed her hand a bit, allowing me to quickly put my hand on her crotch. She lightly gasped, her eyes momentarily closing before she opened them again and looked into the living room.

“I know what you like,” I whispered as I leaned in close to her ear, pressing my fingers into her, rubbing her pussy through those little shorts. Warm already. My cock **** again, and I slid my left hand down her lower back to her ass. “And I want to give it to you so bad.” She whimpered, unable or unwilling to call out and risk being caught. That…or she didn’t want me to stop. I did, after all, know what she liked. At least I think I did.

Time to test that theory.

“Stand up,” I said quietly. She lightly gasped as if I’d shouted it, looking at me with those eyes. That fucking look that was like a warm hand cupping my balls. Nervous and meek, frightened and

“Pl-pleEEEase,” she moaned, her whispered voice breathy as my fingers stimulated a sensitive spot, but I didn’t know how she meant it. Please, no…or please, yes.

“Stand the fuck up,” I whispered again, a little more firmly. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as my fingers pressed into her, rubbing her warm pussy through her shorts. I bit my lower lip and my dick flexed again, wanting to join the party.

She opened her eyes and looked into the living room as she struggled to resist. Her breath came hot and sharp out of her open mouth as I played with her, my fingers circling against her warmth as her pussy got what it craved. Sweet, sweet attention. Attention. A cost I was all too happy to pay.

“Bend over the table,” I said into her ear as I continued to tease her with my fingers. The feeling of her panties rubbing against her pussy must have been so nice, yet so damn frustrating. Wouldn’t my tongue feel so much better, Miss Laura?

She inhaled sharply and looked at me without turning her head. Her mouth was open and her body was subtly moving in time with my fingers. Her eyes were already clouded with that hazy, lustful glaze. Adorably so. Coupled with that nervous look of, ‘what if he catches us’, and what I read to be a look of ‘maybe you should make me,’ I grit my teeth and felt my dick begin to strain against the inside of my jeans.

Time to take charge.

I pushed back my chair as quietly as I could and her eyes widened, as if she couldn’t believe it was going to happen right here, and right now. She inhaled and her eyebrows danced up her forehead as I stood up, my hand around her throat to pull her up with me.

She whimpered when my lips crushed against hers, yet only hesitated for a moment before accepting my tongue into her mouth, exhaling deeply when it licked at hers. I moaned quietly, confident but not stupid. If we were too loud he would notice, and then it would be game over. No more fun. Well, we couldn’t have that.

I kissed her until she kissed me back, then I rubbed my fingers against her pussy in rhythm with my tongue in her mouth, causing a pleasing, stuttering moan to escape her throat that I felt against the fingers I had wrapped around it.

I broke the kiss and by the look in her eyes I knew I had her. All to myself. And as much as I wanted to make this last, I knew it had to be quick. Quick and dirty, as they say. Soy boy wouldn’t play his game forever, and this girl needed to cum. Fuck yes. I love my life. Next round’s on her, of that I was certain.

I put my hand on the back of her head and roughly pushed her toward the table. She gasped and put her left hand out on the table, brushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear with her right, her pinky finger lightly tracing against her lips as if still feeling mine. The look in her downcast eyes was amazing. The anticipation. The thrill and danger of the moment. She wanted it bad. She glanced up at the living room and the back of her oblivious fiancé’s head as he childishly continued to pretend shoot pretend people with his friend, and she slowly bend forward, giving in to those urges that were starting to become a habit whenever she was alone with me.

With hungry eyes I grabbed her hips and pulled her back into me as I pressed my bulge into her backside. The shorts she wore emphasized her small, cute ass. It felt so good to grind up against her, and I closed my eyes and used the warm crack of her ass to tease my cock, subtly circling my hips as I pressed into her. She let out a breath and squirmed in front of me in the best way, enjoying the feeling of my bulge up against her.

I sneered as my dick flexed between her cheeks, pulling her back into me even more, my arousal building. I placed my right hand on her lower back and grit my teeth, imagining what it would be like to take her from behind. Oh God damn.

“I’m gonna fuck you like this one day,” I said gently, and my voice left no doubt that I meant it. Her ass cheeks clenched and she let out a shuddering breath, that sweet, high-pitched moaning whimper she let out barely above a whisper as her body reacted to my lewd promise. “Would you like that?” My fingertips curled into the back waistband of her shorts and pulled them down a little, revealing her white, cotton panties.

White.

Clean.

Adorable.

Pure.

Like her.

“Hhhohh God,” she whispered, her hips slowly rolling as her back arched. Jesus Christ, it was so erotic to peel these shorts down. I quietly dropped to my knees behind her and pulled her shorts down to her ankles, running my tongue up the back of her right leg. The back of her thigh. Her ass cheek. Her skin was so warm. So sweet. The scent of whatever she used in the shower was delicate and very pleasant, but to be honest the scent of her skin was what was driving me crazy.

She trembled in front of me in anticipation, her right hand now on the table to join her left in holding her up. She kept her head up to watch into the living room, and I let the moment linger, letting that hint of danger stay with her for a while longer. Will he turn around and see her like this? Bent over their dinner table with me on my knees behind her?

I guess we’ll find out.

Okay.

Time to play.