We ordered out. Like we usually do on the weekends when we only have the youngest and he’s asleep. I had been craving the Parmesan Chicken salad from Wendy’s for a while and I was starving when it arrived.
And since it was just the two of us eating I decided to slip into the dress I wore in Vegas. Tight. Black. Short. The one I wore when N couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off me. (Along with the rest of the people on Fremont Street. Including the man who got in trouble by his wife.) I wore it sans panties and bra. Just the dress and a pair of heels.
Wendy’s isn’t the most sexiest meal, but it can be sexy by wearing only a tight black dress, right?
I came downstairs ready to eat and N’s mouth dropped open when he saw me.
“DAMN.” He said when he regained his ability to speak.
“You like?” I asked, coyly.
“Fuck yeah.” He said.
I walked over to the kitchen counter and bent over it to eat my salad. I’d just put my dressing on, mixed it up and was about to take my first bite when N came up behind me and put his hands on my hips. I couldn’t help but grind my ass against his already hard cock.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” He said letting out a desperate groan.
I took the bite of my salad I had been holding in front of me and smiled for teasing him so much.
“I want you so bad.” He said and began to run his hands up and down my back and then down to my ass. My dress went up slightly.
“No panties?” He sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”
I moved my ass around and then I felt his finger slide between my legs and rub my clit from behind. He rubbed hard and fast, letting me know he wanted it now. He didn’t want to finish eating dinner. He wanted to fuck.
His finger slid inside of me and he began to hit me with an onslaught of pleasure. He pulled his finger out of me and without much waiting, his cock slid right into my wet pussy.
“Oh fuck.” I moaned as he began sliding in and out of me.
His thick cock was deep inside of me and I was gripping the counter and biting my lip. He fucked me hard and fast, that days sexual tension had built up to this very moment and I began to rub my clit in rhythm with his thrusts.
Until suddenly my pussy was throbbing around his cock while his was throbbing inside of me. The moans from both of our orgasms echoed into the quietness of the kitchen.
That was it. It was quick. But it was so good. After getting cleaned up, we sat down and ate our late night dinner together, relishing in our post-sex glow. I might have been craving that salad, but I was craving his cock so much more and the sex we had was so worth having to wait a little longer to eat.
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