She Sat Next To Me At Dinner
I have this incredible woman, Vivienne, in my life who drives me wild. And when I say wild, I mean she knows exactly how to stimulate both my mind and my cock. My ultimate pleasure comes from her expert handjobs. She has this undeniable talent for teasing and then denying me, and I can't get enough of it. Whenever her hand wraps around my throbbing member, I'm in pure ecstasy. Nothing compares to sitting back and getting a hands-free cum session with her. Well, it's hands-free for me, at least.
The two of us share a lot of similarities, which is why our connection is so intense. But what makes our sexy dynamic work so perfectly well is our mutual understanding that we don't want the complications that often come with a traditional relationship. I love it when she texts me late at night, overcome with horny desires, and tells me to come over because all she wants to do is jerk me off and watch me cum. It's the ideal way to end a long day, especially after indulging in some steamy phone sex with her.
A few days ago, I met up with some friends for dinner, and she was going to be there too. I had saved her a seat next to me, and as she arrived, I couldn't help but feel my excitement rise. The restaurant had a laid-back vibe, and she looked stunning in a black form-fitting cashmere dress. Her low-cut scoop neck exposed a glimpse of her red lace-trimmed bra. And those Chanel black leather thigh-high boots with a 4-inch heel? Absolutely irresistible.
My eyes were fixated on her. When we greeted each other with a hug, my face turned as red as the lacey bra peeking from under her dress. She knows me so well that she can easily read my thoughts. And when my face flushes like that, she knows exactly what's on my mind. She'd never given me a public handjob before, but that's all I could think about now as I looked at her sexy body; Her naked in public with her hand wrapped around my dick. God, just thinking about it gets me so hot. I could already feel my dick getting hard in my trousers.
I have to say, I consider myself incredibly lucky that she's the one who takes control and teases me to the edge. Although I'm not great at hiding my emotions, it's one of the things she finds amusing about me. Normally calm and composed, I can't help but squirm and fidget when she's around. And tonight was no different. As soon as I laid eyes on her, her presence consumed my thoughts. The anticipation of her expert and sexy handjob overwhelmed me.
It was at that moment that I knew she had a surprise in store for me. I could see the determination in her eyes. She was going to rock my world by giving me an unexpected handjob, and I couldn't wait to experience the pleasure she had in store.
She took her place beside me in the booth, ensuring our bodies were as close as possible without losing our individual seats. With her seated to my left, she crossed her leg over her knee and leaned in closer, captivating my attention. I could feel my breathing quicken, a clear indication of the arousal coursing through me. Her presence had an intoxicating effect, causing a surge of desire that soaked through every inch of my being. My gaze fixated on her thigh-high boots, starting from the toe and gradually travelling upward, taking in every captivating detail. I couldn't help but pause at her thigh, where her dress had risen just enough to tease my imagination.
She seemed to revel in the power she held over me. With a quick hip thrust, she playfully adjusted her already short dress, knowing the effect it had on me. As her hand subtly brushed against my thigh, I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. Her touch ignited a fire within me, making me ache for her. With practised finesse, she skilfully released the buckle of my belt and freed my erect cock from its confinement.
The moment her hand wrapped around my pulsating shaft, I was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. Her slow, deliberate strokes drove me wild, each touch electrifying my senses. And as she moved her fingertips along my length, encountering the slickness of my precum, I couldn't contain my arousal.
Leaning in closer, her lips grazing my ear, she whispered with an irresistible allure:
"You want to know something, Ryan? My hands crave the touch of your cock. I want to drive you to the edge right here." I couldn't tear my gaze away from her captivating eyes as she pulled back, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.
She brought her moistened fingertip, coated in my precum, to her tongue, sensually licking it clean, teasingly reminding me of the pleasure she bestowed upon me.
Fully aware of the effect her whispered words had on me, she couldn't resist another opportunity to heighten my desire. Softly, she whispered:
"I want you to release your pleasure for me, Ryan." Before I could even respond, her hand expertly cupped my balls, applying gentle, teasing pressure.
Her other hand firmly gripped my throbbing cock as she discreetly began stroking me even harder beneath the table, hidden from prying eyes in the dimly lit restaurant. The rhythm of her strokes steadily intensified, expertly bringing me closer to the edge.
Long hard strokes were followed by faster strokes. She kept mixing the speed and intensity of her handjob to get me to explode for her. It was difficult for me to stay quiet and not make any noise at the table, but I could barely utter a single word as I was so lost in the moment. I felt her lips on my skin as she planted soft kisses up and down my neck. And with an overwhelming surge of pleasure, I succumbed to her touch, releasing my climax that erupted over the seat in a powerful display of sheer ecstasy.