“Excuse me,” she whispered to her husband, “I'm going to browse at some of the artwork-- I’ll be right back.” She circulated amongst the crowd like a panther stalking her prey. She knew he was watching every move she made. He watched her circulating; he was aroused by her presence, her movements. The jiggle in her walk and her trademark fragrance always seemed to arouse passions in him that, if he wasn't careful, would be detectable to the other patrons.
She approached him from behind-- tentatively but with the confidence of a woman intent on seducing her man. Her hand found the small of his back; she leaned in close and whispered in his ear. Her words flowed like sweet and sticky honey over her lips. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, the heat of her body against his arm. She spoke without censor of the things she would do to him, of dreams she wanted fulfilled. He did his best to focus on her words, to be present and in the moment, be he could barely keep his own erotic fantasies at bay.
He played along with her game and dismissed her advances, signaling for her to sit during the rest of the comedy show. Undaunted by his reluctance, she pursued her goal relentlessly, the night taking on intensely erotic overtures. She was intent on seducing her man, driving him to maniacal fits of arousal so he would have no choice but to take her home and ravage her all through the night. On this night, she was transformed into a sexy seductress and she was exacting in her detail of her plan. She moved her chair closer to him and her hand found his thigh. He could feel the heat from her hand but his own temperature was rising. She wasted no time, allowing her hands to roam freely. He grabbed her hand momentarily to stop her, he gave her a look as if to say, "what on earth are you doing?" She leaned in and whispered, "I want you to make love to me, right here, right now."
“Uhhh, waitress, check please.” He couldn't get his Amex on the table fast enough. His lady had other plans as she told the waitress to come back later with the bill. She slid her chair closer to him, undid his pants barely beneath the fringe of white linen tablecloth and freed his raging erection. Her silky smooth fingers gently caressing him made me want to throw her on the table and take her right there. She took a breadstick from the table and lowered it out of his view. She was squirming and moaning ever so slightly indicating that she was doing really naughty things. He was tempted to pull that, “Oh, I dropped my napkin let me get it under the table” trick but that only happens in the movies and he was afraid of getting caught. When she put that breadstick to her mouth and started to lick it, he almost lost control of himself.
He left the waiteress the biggest tip she’d ever gotten in her life and he couldn’t wait to get to the car. Apparently, neither could she. She was all over him. It’s a good thing the windows of his truck were tinted. She was a woman not to be denied. She pulled her dress up and slid over in his lap. She lowered the straps of her dress and pulled her nipples out of her bra. He sucked those perfect, hard, brown pebbles as she freed him from the uncomfortable confines of his pants and guided him to the entrance to her soul.
He grabbed a handful of ass and held on tight as she used him for her pleasure. He was caught in a vice, a velvety, smooth, hot wet vice nonetheless. They were both moaning like crazy. He felt her strong brown thighs grip him and he knew she on the verge of orgasm. They barely made it home before she demanded to do it again.
Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK
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