Bank Holiday Weekend (Pt. 1)

"That was really fun! It's been a long time since I've been salsa dancing."

I smiled. He sounded authentic, and the smile was as wide as his face so I took the statement to be genuine.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said coyly. "Maybe we can make it a thing... 'cause dancing with you makes me really horny," I whispered in his ear as he waved to the Uber.

"I'm sorry?" The look of disbelief on his face was apparent despite the dim light of the city coming through the tree we were standing under.

"You heard me. You just want to make sure you heard correctly," I said boldly as I stepped into the car. He followed with a laugh. Fuck that laugh made me so wet. It was deep and raspy like it came from beneath his diaphragm, as deep as his pelvis. I blushed... Shit he was even fucking me with his laugh! I looked toward the city through the window to ensure he didn't see my red cheeks.

"Well I hope I heard right," He whispered softly as he leaned closer and kissed my shoulder, sending a shiver through me. My pussy clinched and my legs squeezed tightly together. He chuckled. Shit he noticed!

"Careful. The driver can see us," I whispered.

That did it. He sat back in his seat ever aware of when he was being observed by anyone. Anyone that could maybe see him misbehaving or doing something that would damage his reputation. He was paranoid of being caught being naughty, fearful of what it would do to his career. I loved that about him, mostly because I liked pushing him into that uncomfortable space where he was torn between desire and ambition. So far desire had been winning.

Still looking out the window as we crossed Westminster Bridge, I reached across and put my hand on him. I heard his breath catch, and he grabbed my wrist, looking at me with that "don't-you-dare" fire in his eyes. I put on my most innocent smile, but I kept my hand right where it was. Then I took his right arm and wrapped it around my shoulder and leaned into him.

"I'm cold" I cooed, "Warm me up."

He moaned softly and I felt him harden under the pressure of my hand. He adjusted his seating slightly, and spread his legs wide and gripped my waist and the door handle with equal force. I cupped between his legs and his head fell back and he sighed.

"You're not tired, I hope."

"No, just enjoying the ride. The cool air feels good after the heat in the club."

"Is that all that feels good?" I whispered softly and he squeezed my waist in response, and moved his hand down to my ass, squeezing that too. I glanced forward to the rear-view mirror. The driver had his eyes on the road, locked there with laser focus. I smiled and made a mental note to tip him well.

I took a deep breath and Kevin's cologne filled my nostrils. He always smelled so good, even after a night spent dancing salsa with me. I quietly continued to massage his cock beneath his trousers while breathing in the smell of him. I was desperately aroused, and glad it would not be a long ride home. Kevin continued to lean back with his eyes closed, though occasionally I could hear him moan with desire and frustration in equal measure.

"You are making me so fucking horny. I'm not going to be able to get out of the car," he said through a clenched jaw. I chuckled devilishly, but did not stop my stroking. And he didn't stop me either even though he could have.

We pulled down my street and in front of the building, and the driver pulled to a slow stop as if he was trying not to disturb us. He glanced cautiously into the rear-view mirror and found my gaze. I smiled as I unclasped Kevin's belt and opened the door.

"Thank you... for everything," I said mischievously and stepped from the car and shut the door.

"I think we embarrassed the driver," I giggled as he pulled away, a little too quickly.

"I'm sure he's seen way worse," Kevin said as he turned towards the building, "Nice place."

"Thanks." I said genuinely as I took him by the hand and walked him into the foyer and toward the lift. I pressed the button, and was glad the ding came immediately. We stepped in, pressed the button for my floor, and as the doors closed I found myself being swung around and pressed against the wall.

He kissed me—and hard, his large warm hands running all over my waist and the back of my neck. He pressed his body against me, and found a handful of my hair. He pulled slightly exposing my neck, and he kissed and panted into the crevasse of my neck where it meets my shoulder... one of my spots. I groaned loudly as all the hair on my neck stood up and my nipples hardened.

The lift beeped and the doors opened, and Kevin scooped me up over his shoulder as I screamed in light panic.

"Which way? I want to get you out of these clothes," he said as he smacked me on the ass and stepped out of the lift.

"To the right at the end of the corridor," I squeaked. He turned and froze. Then in hasty fashion, he haphazardly put me down on my feet and I almost fell.

"What the... Oh crap. Umm. Hi Tom. Umm. This is Kevin," My neighbour was in the corridor in his gym clothes, "Umm. Little late for a gym session no?"

"I go when I can," he replied hurriedly as he squeezed past us and into the lift, "Have a nice night," and then the doors closed, but I could see how embarrassed he was.

"You just showed my ass to my neighbour! And everything else!!" I exclaimed. "Oh my God! I'll never be able to see him in the gym again and not turn bright red."

Kevin laughed," Yeah I imagine he'll be seeing your squats with a whole new perspective."

I smacked him on the arm.

"That is not funny."

"Hey, you wear a skirt and no knickers you always risk someone getting a view."

"It's supposed to be you!" I laughed and turned toward my flat. Kevin followed and I could feel him watching me walk in front of him, watching my ass sway.

"Mmm. Fuck you've got a great ass."

"I know."

"Fuck. I want to know! I've seen it on screen, but I want to see it in real life."

"Well then you better get in here," I retorted as I opened the front door. I walked in and dropped the keys and my clutch on the table, and walked into the kitchen. I walked just fast enough to keep myself out of Kevin's grasp until I reached the counter and he caught me.

"Where are you running to?" he said slyly and I smiled. There was that voice... That voice that made me so fucking horny. I could feel myself getting wet and the heat building between my thighs.

"Just getting some water," I said soothingly. "We had a lot of mojitos tonight. Don't want anyone to be dehydrated."

With my back to him I exaggerated the stretch to reach a glass from the cabinet making sure to arch my back and rub my ass against his cock. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer in response and bit down lightly on my shoulder.

"I want to fuck you on this counter," he growled.

"Oh really? You want me sitting on it? Or bent over it?"

"Oh fuck yeah. Bent over it. Still in your heels but nothing else."

I arched my back again and my breath hitched at the prospect. He groaned and pulled me close again. Then he lifted the end of my tank, and put his left hand on my bare abdomen. His right hand explored the outside of my skirt then down my right leg until he reached the hem. I gripped the countertop tightly. Fuck he knew every button to push with me.

He reached the edge of my skirt and lifted it up my leg until he found that sweet spot he'd been thinking about. It was warm and wet, and he gently explored with his fingers while his left unclasped my bra at the front. He cupped my breast and I moaned, arching against him, this time with a swirl of my hips. I heard him swear lightly, and he pinched my hardened nipple causing me to call out.

"Ah! I love the way you touch me, Kevin. It makes me so fucking wet."

I was desperate with need and could feel my arousal flowing down the inside of my legs. Kevin could feel it too and let out the most devious laugh.

"Part your legs for me."

He said it with such authority, and I felt my walls tighten and my breathing shorten. But I did as I was told, carefully stepping each leg outside of his stance. He lifted my tank over my head and I helped him remove my bra by leaning forward on the counter and dropping my arms behind my back thus pushing my ass against his bulging cock and allowing the bra to fall to the floor.

"Fuck," he growled as I stood back up topless, and he wrapped his left arm around me and cupped my breast holding me tightly again him.

I put my hands on the cabinets and straightened my arms so I could brace against him while he pressed his dick against my ass. I was panting with need and he had yet to touch me, really touch me like I knew he could.

"Rub my clit Kevin. Make me cum for you with those gifted hands."

"Not yet. I want you begging, burning for me."

"Ah! I already am. I'm so wet for you. I know you can feel it."

"Oh I can, but I want more."

Fuck I didn't know more. Not without cumming. He continued to tease my slit with light weather-like strokes while massaging and groping my breasts, pinching each nipple until it was hard and swollen. He rubbed his dick against my backside, and we found a rhythm not too dissimilar to our dancing earlier in the night.

My breath was shallow, and I was getting slightly lightheaded when suddenly like a bolt of lightning hit me, an intense shock of pleasure ran through me as he rubbed his finger across my dripping gash and over my clit.

"Ah! Fuck do that again! I need you to do that again."

He chuckled in my ear, but he did again, this time pausing to rub circles over my clit. My legs were shaking and I was close to climax.

"Fuck don't stop Kevin. I'm so close. Please don't stop." And he didn't.

Torturously he continued to squeeze my breast, grind against my ass and rub my clit all in a rhythm that was pushing me close. My kegel muscles pulsed, tightening, relaxing then tightening again, as I moved closer and closer.

"Cum for me baby. I want to hear you, feel you cum." And I did. His voice was the final piece that I needed, and I fell into the orgasm with a scream.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ohmygod! Fuck Kevin! Fuck! Ohmygod! Ah! Ah! Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"

He held me against him as my legs shook, and my arms dropped from the cabinets, and I leaned on the countertop. I panted and shook my head slightly to clear it. I could feel him laughing behind me before he stepped away, picked up the glass, and turned towards the sink to fill it.

"Liked that, did you."

It wasn't a question. So self satisfied. Time to flip that script. I put my forearms on the counter and leaned forward, bending over it, my heels just high enough. Then I reached back and unzipped my skirt and brought my legs together, so it fell to my feet. It hit the ground just as Kevin turn back from the sink.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as I ran my hands over my own ass and stood up. I looked over my shoulder and bit my lip, something I knew drove him mad, then, while still looking at him, I leaned over the counter. He breathing got shallow and he wiped his glorious mouth and licked his lips. He was definitely liking the view.

"Like that, do you," I said as I gave my hips a sway. He nodded.

"Well? You said you wanted me over the counter in only my heels. Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to come stick your cock in my pussy and make me cum for you again?" He set the glass down quickly with a thud and started to fumble with his trousers all the time not taking his eyes off my swaying and swirling ass. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet from which he removed a condom.

"Such a good boy scout. Always prepared," I teased as I ran my hand over my ass again, this time giving it a little smack.

He stepped up behind me and gave the other cheek a smack. I gasped and bit my lip teasing him with my gestures and my voice. He ripped the wrapper and pulled out his cock, and quickly slipped the condom on it. He then looked me in the face, and the wanton desire was so apparent.

"I'm going to start off slow and easy. I want another orgasm out of you before I cum. But then I'm going to fuck you. And hard. Now separate your legs."

I leaned all the way over the counter and stepped my legs apart. He pulled me back a bit from it, so I braced my arms against the backsplash. He gave my ass a smack, causing me to gasp, and then I felt him run his hand along my dripping snatch.

"You are so wet," I felt him press the head against my opening. As a teasing measure I tightened my kegel muscles as he pushed inside me slowly.

"Fuck you are so tight. Ah! That feels so fucking good," I lightened my grip until he was about halfway in and I felt his cock run across my g-spot. I gasped and clinched around him.

"Oh God! Your cock feels so good when you do that slowly. In and out," I could feel him fighting for his control, so I relaxed and went silent for a moment, focusing on what I felt. Slowly he stroked halfway in, halfway out, covering himself with my juices. I could hear my wetness as he stroked... in... out... in... out... getting deeper and deeper with each stroke until I was taking all of him.

He leaned over me and put his left forearm on the counter pressing his chest into my back. He kept sliding in and out of me, striking my g-spot with each stroke. I could feel my temperature rising, and heart starting to race as my next orgasm built inside me. He reached his right hand around and found my clit, causing me to buck slightly.

"Oh fuck that feels amazing," I whispered, more to myself than to him, but he heard it and pushed into me deeply, "Ah! Again!"

But he kept his pace slow and steady. In... Out... In... Out... all while rubbing my clit. My legs were beginning to shake and my walls tightened around him, and I heard him swear as he pressed his face to my back. He held his body still except for his fingers, which kept rolling around and rubbing my clit.

"I want to feel you cum around my cock. Cum for me."

I removed my right hand from the backsplash, and put it to his between my legs, replacing my hand with his.

"Fuck me Kevin, hard, and I'll cum for you." I said as I rubbed my clit. He stood up and put both hands on my hips. He looked down and pulled out of me and the pushed back in.

"Fuck! That is amazing. You have such a glorious ass," He continued to watch as he stroked slowly all the way in and out of my wet pussy, the slopping sound filling the space between our pants and moans. I rubbed my clit furiously building my need as his cock stroked over my g-spot. I could feel myself tightening around him as my orgasm grew. Oh this one was going to be intense.

"Oh God! Ah! Ah! Ohmygod! Fuck! Ohmygod! Aaahhh! Fuck you feel so good Kev. I'm so close, don't stop. Just like that.

"Fuck, baby you feel so good. You're so wet and so tight. I want you to cum for me."

"Fuck me Kevin. Harder. Faster. Make me cum for you. I'm so fucking close," I rubbed, he stroked, I tightened, he pressed, I gasped, he groaned.

"Ah! Ah! Ohmygod! Harder! Don't stop! Fuck me! Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Ah! Ah!"

All I heard was a series of grunts and panting over my shoulder as Kevin buried himself inside me over and over, faster and faster. Then as my orgasm crashed inside me, and my walls clinched down on his sizeable member I heard him swear.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" was all he said as he slammed into me with a final stroke and fell into orgasm himself. He gripped my hips and pulled me to him, and I could feel the pulsing of both of us. Then he leaned over and kissed my back.

"That was fucking amazing. Holy shit," he said between pants.

"Agreed. I'm not sure I can walk."

"I gotcha," And with a swift move once again, he swung me over his shoulder, smacked me on the ass, and walked toward the bedroom.