They leave the dance

Joe’s truck door creaked as he swung it open, the warm leather seats smelling faintly of his cologne. Wendy slid inside, her dress riding up her thighs as she settled in. His hand lingered on her knee, fingers brushing the lace hem of her stockings. "I’ve got the perfect place," he murmured, voice thick with promise as he shut the door behind her. The engine roared to life, vibrating under them as he climbed into the driver’s seat. Wendy’s breath hitched when his palm slid higher, nails grazing her skin just as the headlights cut through the dark parking lot.

The truck rumbled down the gravel road, kicking up dust that glittered in the moonlight. Wendy pressed in her thoughts, as she wondered where Joe was taking her as he place his hand on her tight. As Joe drove Joe’s fingers crept higher, his thumb tracing slow circles on her inner thigh. "Almost there," he growled, turning onto an overgrown path where the headlights illuminated peeling white paint of the farmhouse’s wraparound porch. The wooden steps groaned under their weight as Joe fumbled with the rusted key, his other hand gripping Wendy’s hip to steady her—or maybe just to feel her tremble. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and hay as he backed her against the faded floral wallpaper, his mouth hot and urgent on her collarbone.

The bedroom door swung open, revealing flickering firelight from the fireplace that danced across the rumpled quilt. Wendy’s breath caught at the rose petals scattered over the pillows, their edges glowing amber in the hearth’s warmth. Joe’s calloused hands slid down her arms as he nuzzled the sensitive spot below her ear. "Craig may have told me your plan for us tonight so I wanted it to be special for you" he admitted, his voice rough, "but I’ve been imagining this since you walked into the gym in those little pink shorts sophomore year." His teeth grazed her pulse point just as the fireplace popped, sending embers swirling like the heat building between them.

Wendy’s breath hitched as Joe pulled back just enough to look down at her, his dark eyes searching hers in the firelight. "You’re not mad at me, are you?" she whispered, her fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, slow and deliberate, before he let out a low chuckle. "Mad?" His other hand slid up her ribcage, skimming the lace edge of her dress. "I’ve been waiting two years for this." The fire cracked behind them as he dragged her closer, his mouth crashing against hers with a hunger that made her knees buckle.

The firelight flickered as Joe reached for the matchbox on the nightstand, his fingers brushing against the rough wood grain. With a practiced motion, he struck a match, the sudden flare illuminating the sharp angles of his jaw as he lit the waiting candles. The wicks caught slowly, their glow deepening the shadows between them. Wendy watched the flames dance in his dark eyes as he turned back to her, his hands settling on her waist with possessive heat.

When his mouth crashed into hers this time, there was no hesitation—only the slick slide of lips and the faint taste of spearmint gum. His tongue traced the seam of her lips until she gasped, her fingers twisting in his shirt.

Wendy’s fingers trembled as she pushed against Joe’s chest, breaking their feverish kiss. "Turn around," she breathed, her voice husky. The firelight licked golden patterns across his confused smirk as she stepped back, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. His calloused hands lingered on her hips before he obeyed, facing the crackling fireplace as she reached behind her back. The zipper’s metallic whisper filled the room as her dress pooled at her feet, the cool air raising goosebumps along her lace-clad thighs. “ you can turn back around Joe”

Joe turned slowly, the firelight flickering across his heated gaze as it traveled down her body. His breath hitched at the sight of her—the delicate lace cups barely containing her curves, the ribbon-trimmed stockings clinging to her thighs. One rough hand reached out, fingertips skimming the scalloped edge of her bra before tracing the satin strap where it bit softly into her shoulder. "Fuck," he rasped, his thumb hooking under the matching panties to graze the sensitive skin of her hipbone. The fireplace popped behind them as Wendy arched into his touch, her nails scraping down his chest to find the hem of his shirt.

Joe pulled Wendy close, his hands sliding around her waist as their lips met in a hungry kiss. She gasped against his mouth, fingers already working the buttons of his shirt with **** urgency. "Let me help you out of that suit," she murmured between kisses, her nails scraping lightly over his chest as fabric parted. His breath hitched when she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, the firelight catching the flex of his muscles as the material pooled at his feet. Wendy’s palms skated down his torso, tracing the ridges of his abdomen before hooking into his belt buckle with a sharp tug.

Wendy's fingers trembled against Joe's belt as she finally freed the clasp, the leather sliding loose with a whisper. His shirt already lay abandoned on the floor, firelight playing across the taut planes of his chest as she pushed his slacks down over his hips. The air between them crackled like the hearth as he stepped free of the fabric, leaving him in nothing but black boxers that did little to hide his arousal.

Their lips crashed together again, hot and ****, as she arched against him. Joe’s hands slid down her back, gripping the lace of her panties before he suddenly lifted her as she gasp swallowed by his mouth as her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist.

Joe carried Wendy to the bed, their lips barely parting as he lowered her onto the rose petals. The quilt rustled beneath her, its worn fabric cool against her heated skin. He braced himself above her, forearms framing her face, his breath ragged as he pulled back just enough to search her eyes. The firelight caught the uncertainty flickering behind his darkened gaze. "Are you sure you want this?" he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. "Once we start..." His voice roughened as her nails dug into his shoulders. "There’s no going back." The scent of melting wax and warm roses thickened between them when Wendy arched up, sealing her answer with a kiss that tasted like fire and hesitation.

Joe’s mouth slanted hungrily over Wendy’s as his fingers found the clasp of her bra, the delicate metal surrendering with a quiet *snap*. The lace cups loosened, and she gasped into the kiss as cool air rushed over her exposed skin. His calloused palms slid beneath the straps, pushing the fabric away until her full 44DD breasts spilled free, pink nipples already pebbled tight with anticipation. A rough groan tore from his throat as he broke the kiss to stare down at her. Firelight gilded the curves of her heavy tits, shadows pooling in the valley between them.

Joe’s lips closed around her nipple with a hot, wet pull that sent lightning down Wendy’s spine. A broken moan escaped her as his tongue swirled slow and deliberate, the scrape of his stubble against her tender flesh making her fingers clutch at his hair. He sucked harder, one broad hand kneading her other breast while his thumb flicked over the neglected peak until it ached. Wendy arched off the quilt with a gasp, the rose petals sticking to her sweat-slicked back as Joe switched sides, his teeth grazing just enough to make her thighs tremble around his hips.

The firelight painted gold across his shoulders as he moved lower, his mouth blazing a trail down her quivering stomach.

Joe’s fingers hooked into the damp lace of Wendy’s panties, the fabric clinging for a breathless moment before sliding down her thighs. Firelight glistened on her bare skin as he revealed her completely—smooth, hairless, and already flushed with need. A ragged exhale escaped him as he traced the delicate folds with his thumb, her hips lifting instinctively into his touch. The scent of her arousal mixed with roses and woodsmoke as he dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, watching her tremble.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below her navel.

Wendy’s fingers dug into the waistband of Joe’s boxers with a breathless laugh. “No fair,” she panted, her swollen lips glistening in the firelight, “I’m the only one naked here.” The black fabric strained against his arousal as it showed a wet spot as she tugged, her nails scraping the heated skin of his hips. Joe hissed through his teeth, his abdomen flexing as she peeled the last barrier down just enough to free him—thick, flushed, and pulsing against her thigh.

A shudder ran through him when her fingertips traced the rigid length, her touch featherlight yet deliberate.

Wendy’s fingers tightened around him, stroking slowly from base to tip as Joe’s hips jerked against her palm. A low curse escaped his lips when her thumb swiped over the slick bead of precum, smearing it in slow circles that made his breath hitch. She leaned up to capture his mouth again, her tongue sliding against his as she increased the pressure—just enough to draw a ragged groan from his chest.

Joe’s hands slid under her thighs, gripping hard as he dragged her closer, their bodies aligning in one heated press. The head of his fat thick cock nudged against her entrance, both of them trembling at the contact.