An Invitation to be Delivered

A little later, your girlfriend has left for bed early while you decide to wash the dishes. After that, you remember that you were supposed to invite James to Amy's gratitude dinner.

You go across the floor hallway to James's apartment and ring the doorbell.

You have never really talked to James before. You have a slight familiarity with them through greetings and casual conversations. Mostly sharing the neighborhood local stories and what's up, the short story is you don't know much about the man.

A few minutes pass and you are about to ring the bell once more when the door opens, displaying in it a tall beautiful woman, Marisha.

A simple but beautiful floral dress that fit very nicely covering her generous curves and an elegant visual. Her black hair was tied in a high bun, and silvery jewelry adorned her shiny dark skin beautifully.

It took you a moment to notice her look. You apologized, thinking she might felt disturbed by someone staring.

"Sorry, I don't want to bother you at this hour."

She flashes a sincere smile as she tilts her head. "Well, well, this is a surprise. Hello neighbor, it's nice to see you." Her husky voice echoed a warm, happy, and reassuring tone. "Is there something I could help you with?"

You froze for a bit, 'I wasn't prepared for this.' Your mind raced through different explanations to cover for the actual truth. "Uh- well, I'm here looking for James, if he's available I mean."

She smiles showing her bright teeth and gently strokes your arm. "Ah, I see, sadly for you, James is doing overtime. But since you went through the trouble to meet him today, You can tell me instead, unless is about something I'm not supposed to know about."

In the last sentence, her smile became a teasing grin, and her left eyebrow rose in a playful look. She suspected something by your clumsy behavior.

You started sweating a bit as you tried to say "No! It's nothing important, haha, just wanted to invite James to a little thank-you dinner. Along with Steve, they helped Amy with hydraulic problems while I was away and we wanted to show our appreciation."

"Oh, is that so? Are you sure this is a dinner party for 4 people only?" She said with a curious smirk directed towards yourself.

She could be suspecting something so you answered fast, "Probably it will, since Steve was not found, and we will love your presence."

Marisha giggled, "I see," then she smiled wide to let you know she was very amused. "Sure, count me in! We are more than happy to attend the little dinner. Give me the details."

Your heart accelerated, nervous about what was going to happen during this dinner. Trying to look optimistic about the situation you told her about the dinner Sunday night, and review with any food restriction.

She smiled brightly, "Sounds lovely! We'll bring the wine then." She extended her arm over the doorway and she gently rested her right hand on your shoulder. "Have a good night, John. I'll make sure he goes."

And with that, she moved back inside and closed the door, you walked back to your apartment.

You took a deep breath and your chest felt slightly less constricted. You also had a boner ever since you glanced at her voluptuous body, It made you realize how much you were sexually starving, and how sometimes you forget about it because of such busy work and tasks.

Once inside your bedroom, you spot Amy reading a book, lying on the bed, and wearing reading glasses.

Amy looked up from the book and said, "There you are."

She smiled in a naughty way.

You sat by her side. "Hey, did you miss me?"

"Not really," she said bluntly and laughed after seeing your face. "Why? Were you gone for more than 1 minute?"

I leaned and gave her a little kiss, "I delivered your invitation, Your Grace."

"And? How did that go?"

"The special dinner is up," Before I could say anything else, Amy pressed her lips against mine as I felt her tongue wrapping and swirling mine.

She climbed on top of me as she deepened her kiss like hungry for something. Finally, her lips unhitched from mine.

Your erection pulsated under your pants, it was built on Marisha's encounter, and now were fiercely reawakened but Amy's tight hold on you.

"Maybe I should take this off," she added, removing her glasses.

Using her pause, I completed what I said: "Anyway, I also invited Marisha."

Her eyes widened a bit.

"Would be rude not to include her after all," I added.

I guess she didn't expect it, judging by the expression on her face as she let go of your crotch, and then placed herself beside me, taking her hands back.

"Hey? What's wrong?" I asked after seeing her quiet reaction.

She smiled gently. "Nothing."

When she reached out to your cock, started untying your pants and placing her hands in my shorts, releasing my aching erection.

"I may have lost the appetite," She caressed your shaft, gently stroking the base and balls. "But I can give you a hand"

The reason for her gesture was not clear at the moment, but her grip on your genitals was more than enough to encourage me to not say anything.

When her soft, delicate fingers finally got hold of your cock, they slid from its tip until reaching the base, leaving a pleasant friction on their way.

Amy smiled mischievously at me, "You look so shameless right now, don't you think little man...♡?"

Her smooth, green-eyed gaze fixed me down like a lioness hunting her prey. She slowly and softly scratched your shaft with the tips of her long fingernails making me painfully erect.

Her 'berserker mode' usually would make her ride me nonstop until hitting an orgasm, but that was new and didn't fit her common behavior.

Your curiosity got the best of you. "Are you sure you are okay?"

Her lustrous lips curved up in a cute, lewd smile. "Yeah, doesn't my hand feel nice?"

Despite your confusion, her stroking was heavenly. Her hands were soaked in pre cum which oozed through every finger coating them shiny while giving me more pleasure each time sliding along his length.

"I... I..." You stumble over your words.

"Shh," Amy said, placing a finger over your lips, and leaning closer.

Your hand reaches her face and you gently caress her cheek but she grabs your fingers.

"Aw, that's cute! Are you trying to be helpful, honey?" She asks you as her hand moves slowly stroking your member while kissing your cheek.

"Thanks, you're a great boyfriend, but you could use those fingers down here" She guided your hand and placed it over her moist mound.

With her other hand helping, you start rubbing her as best you could and were rewarded by the view of her pretty, flushed face and jiggling tits.

But she speed up her pace, both her hands went into a very fast motion over your penis, and her wetness seemed to increase proportionally. Soon you could not hold on to your excitement and started cumming in her hands without notice.

Your throbbing manhood kept pumping shots of sperm landing on your belly and stomach. At the same time, you heard your girlfriend moaning, both were cumming in each others' hands.

After your final load, you embrace your girlfriend and kiss her, mixing the fluids that covered our bodies together with your passion.

"Thank you, babe, my legs are so weak" She whispers in your ear.

"Same for me," I mutter, panting.

Resting in your arms, her head lays on your right shoulder. Her shiny ginger hair tickles at you. It feels like a perfect moment, all else is tuned out, and I hold her close to me not wanting to ever let go.

'She is a storm and the rescuer, just the same, and worth all.' You think before falling sleep.