Classy Dinner and Dessert

For a change of pace, the Johnsons decided to have a nice evening of fine dining. 

Mr. Johnson prepared himself and hoped to dress to impress. With two sprays of cologne as the finishing touch, he settled into the front room to listen to some music as he let Mrs. Johnson finish getting ready.

As the tunes drifted through the air, she emerged from the back room.

She was stunning.

The outfit draped over her hourglass figure perfectly. A classy necklace fell down her neckline and rested at just the right place to accentuate her beauty. The smell of her perfume filled the room, and he stared at her to lock in that sight and scent.

As they left for the restaurant, they zipped down the road without much conversation.

As they were seated, she reached for her cloth napkin, causing her top to fall open slightly further than intended, and allowing him a generous glimpse of her curves and cleavage. She noticed and looked knowingly up at him with a smile, causing him to blush a bit as she covered herself back up. 

The dinner was great, and the red wine moistened her lips just right, making them even more tantalizing than usual. When the check was signed, they rose from the table and she made sure to tease him again with a beautiful view down her top. He couldn’t help but follow a little behind to watch her walk. 

With only small talk on the way home, they arrived at home for a nightcap. 

They settled on the couch to watch some random movie. He thought to himself “no movie tonight”. Instead, he leaned over to kiss the wine-stained lips that he found far more captivating than any movie. The moment quickly turned into a sort of “backseat makeout” that they had neglected to enjoy while in the car. 

His hand traveled down to her thigh and his other grasped the back of her neck. Their kisses grew deeper, and her light panting reached his ear. As she lay back, his hand moved further up her leg to stroke the lace of her panties. 

With the sound of a zipper and the pop of the silky bra releasing, her top came down, and he buried his face in her cleavage. His tongue swirled and sucked what he had been aching to see throughout the night. 

His clutching at her panties grew firmer, and two fingers slid the lace aside. She exhaled and caressed the bulge in the pants. He could feel her thick bush as he plunged his fingers into her core. He sucked harder on her erect nipples as his fingers pumped. 

They pulled back for a moment, and in an instant, all their remaining clothes hit the floor. Then they came back together, insatiable. 

She moaned as he panted. Their groans got louder and she begged for his dick. But as much as she wanted it, she was not quite ready, and buried so she guided him to bury his face in her crotch. His tongue swirled and his lips sucked until she pressed her red nails deep into his biceps, telling him she’d had enough. 

She was ready. 

He raised his head from between her legs and mounted her. She gushed as he penetrated her with force. He pumped firmly, pushing her legs back so they pointed to the sky, and making her toes curl with pleasure. It was too much for him, and he exploded inside her. 

But after a short recovery, while he was still hard, he lifted her, moved behind her, and began pumping again. The sound of bodies slapping echoed as light moans grew into screams and shrieks. 

He could feel his balls crashing against her swollen lips. Her legs and ass trembled as she gushed again. Her pussy latched harder on his dick, coaxing him toward a second eruption, and he shot inside of her again. 

His grasp on her hips relaxed, and they collapsed. Their bodies felt like they were on fire, but the intensity soon faded to a satisfying smolder. They lay there for a short time with a mixture of perfume, cologne, and sweat floating through the air. They took their time, relaxing and absorbing what had just happened. 

The movie would have to wait, but the dessert had been great!