Tina looked so nice in her little black dress, ready for a wonderful evening. Slow drinks would be had at the bar while they waited for their table. A magnificent dinner would follow. Maybe they’d even have a stop off at another local place on the way home and then a spectacular Saturday night blending into a Sunday morning of lovemaking.
“Turn around, please,” she heard from her husband Scott. She turned to face the wall, as instructed. She couldn’t see him, but could hear his footsteps coming down the hall. Tina closed her eyes and listened to his approach. When he finally placed his hands on her hips, he used them to guide her closer to the wall he had asked her to face.
He kissed her neck gently, then with a nibble of teeth. She lost her breath at the warmth of his tongue on her skin. “We have a little time. Mind if I make you come?”
She couldn’t find the oxygen to answer, so she leaned her head back as her answer.
Scott pressed his body against hers, making sure all the pertinent places met as they should. With his hands on her cheeks, he gently raised her chin and placed it on the wall. He moved her hands shoulder width and bit the nape of her neck hard.
Her panties, already wet, became drenched with a flood in response to the grip of his teeth.
“Trust me?” Scott questioned quietly.
“Yes,” fell faintly from her lips.
“I love you, Tina.”
Her heart raced. Nails scraped on the paint.
He slid his hands down her back, pressing her firmly against the wall. His hands reached her ankles and coaxed her to widen her stance. She was not overly steady on her four-inch heels.
His fingertips traveled back up her legs; over the calves, behind her knees, up the inside of her creamy thighs, closer and closer to those soaked panties.
Tina wiggled her hips to help him raise the short hemline of her dress and provide him access to the hot, wanting space between her newly waxed inner thighs. Scott stood to her left. Tina could feel his firm member pressing against her naked thigh through his expensive suit pants. She wanted to reach for it, but resisted. She knew he wanted this to be her time.
Left hand on her hip, right hand between her legs, his fingers traced a path over her panties. His middle finger hovered at her clit. He hesitated for a moment before he bit her neck again and pressed hard with his strong middle finger. His palm became wet when he firmly cupped her swollen lips and pressed his wide thumb on her sensitive asshole.
Scott imagined she was envisioning behind her closed eyes the same thing he was behind his. He pictured the sheer black fabric being forced against her bung by his thumb as the threads of the lace on the front of those same expensive undies tingle the nerves of her engorged clit. Scott wondered to himself, Is she picturing the same thing I am, or is she just floating on the sensation of my touch and sees only black?
His thumb pressed through the fabric against her asshole while his middle finger worked her clit and was joined by his other fingers. He made slow, concentric circles with those fingers as his lips, teeth, and tongue traveled over the silky skin of her exposed shoulder and neck. He wasn’t gentle, but not too firm, either. He used what Tina referred to as ‘magic fingers’ to work her slowly and steadily to their mutual goal of orgasmic release.
He knew what she loved, what got her going, and what would push her over the edge. It wasn’t always the same. She was complex, but he’d been the conductor of her orchestra for long enough to know which instruments to play at what time and with what emphasis to play certain notes. Sometimes soft, sometimes hard. He knew her chords and played them to perfection.
He felt more weight in his hand as her thighs began to shake and knees grew increasingly weak. This turned him on. Pressing his hard dick against her hip, his fingers stroked her soaked petals and his thumb pushed hard on her starfish. He bit her shoulder hard, certain to mark his woman as his for their evening out.
Tina took a deep breath and her fingers folded into her palms as she begged ever so softly, “Right there. Please, make me come. Please!”
She couldn’t steady herself on her spiked heels and turned, grabbing his neck for support as their song reached a crescendo. Glorious streaming orgasm gushed into his hand and down her thighs.
Scott caught and held Tina as she bit the collar of his shirt, marking him similarly to the way he had her.
“Holy Christ, Scott! I love you!” She breathed heavily into his neck. “You’ve made a fucking mess!”
“I think you had something to do with it.” He kissed her cheek. “Are you going to change those? If you do, I want them. They will be presoaked for pre-dinner drinks at the bar. Or perhaps our corner table in the piano bar up the street after dinner.”
“We’re going there after dinner?”
“Yes. I hope that’s ok. I talked to Jackie and he said he would save us the dark corner.”
“In that case, perhaps I had better change. We can use these to clean any mess I may be able to coerce out of you.”
