Kim set out to have a good time after work . . . A cucumber margarita or two . . . Some loaded nachos … Maybe someone to flirt with. When her ex showed up with someone new on his arm at her usual bar, she left in a hurry. She was doing great, but not that great.
When Kim’s ride arrived, there was already a passenger in the back seat of her ride share. She smiled at him and was met with a silent nod in greeting. His legs were long and muscular. His waist looked fit and his chest swelled impressively. He wore jeans and a dress shirt with brown loafers. She sat down next to him and shut the door. He had a masculine, musky scent, with just a hint of something woodsy. She couldn’t tell what cologne he was wearing but it smelled amazing. She bumped into him and said, “excuse me.”
Rick looked at her with the hooded gaze of inebriation and said, “It’sno . . . problem.” Kim giggled because it sounded more like, “snow problem,” and she could smell the liquor on his breath. He must’ve been having a better night than she was. She immediately relaxed beside him. Something about him made her feel like she maybe knew him from somewhere, but she couldn’t place where. Luckily he was looking out the window and a little too preoccupied to notice the way she was checking him out. She might have been otherwise embarassed.
When the car pulled up to her apartment building, they both reached for their respective car doors. She wondered how drunk he was when she realized she really had seen him before. He was usually in gym clothes when she’d see him in the building gym. He showed up while she was getting her steps in, and she’d leave when she was done. He was never talkative with anyone, but she wasn’t either. She was also usually focused on an audio book or podcast. She walked briskly around the car, and met him on the sidewalk.
“I’m on the eighth floor. Taking the elevator?,” Rick said.
He had recognized her immediately. He loved her long legs and melon sized breasts. Kim spent her entire gym session walking the treadmill. All the other machines in the gym, and she always chose the same one with something blaring in her ears. He also didn’t mix his sex life with anyone too close to home or work. Tonight he was drunk enough to not care. He was shooting his shot.
“I’m on seven. My name is Kim,” she said. She thought of the short distance to the elevator and how little time she had to get to know him. She then blurted, “how do I get on your level? It looks like you had a great time tonight.”
Rick smiled slowly and looked as intently as he could before saying, “I’m up for another drink, if that’s what you mean. I’m Rick.”
“My floor or yours? I have tequila,” she said. She cringed a little at the words coming out of her mouth, but she also wanted to just go with it. She was terrible at flirting.
“Your floor it is,” Rick said. He lived alone and he left in a hurry this morning, so he knew his apartment was a mess. The strippers at the bachelor’s party he just left got him hard, but he wasn’t going to do something stupid with co-workers, so he went home to rub one out. This was the best case scenario he couldn’t have imagined.
Kim lead the way on the seventh floor of their building to her apartment with the view. Once inside, she kicked her shoes off toward the hall closet. She motioned to the couch and asked, “margaritas or shots?”
“Margaritas,” he said. He didn’t want to ruin the night and he was pretty close to done.
She mixed his drink and handed it to him before she slammed a shooter then bit into a lime wedge. She wanted to catch up quickly and her buzz was almost gone from the bar. She wasn’t much of a drinker, so the burn hit her throat, and warmed her quickly. She barely picked at dinner before making her escape at the bar, and felt the liquor moving through her. She walked over to the big window in her living room and watched the sailboats moored at their docks as they gently swayed with the currents under the moonlight. Her thoughts began racing. She wasn’t really into hookups, but it was hard seeing her ex with someone new tonight, knowing she wasn’t seeing anyone. She missed being touched and held.
Rick wanted to bend her over on the spot, but he knew better than to make the first move. He babied his drink, pretending to nurse it slowly for a few moments. There’s a fine line between drunk and whisky dick. He wasn’t going to fuck this up. When he noticed her sway slightly, he stood up quietly, putting his drink down on the kitchen counter. He stood next to her and planted a warm palm on the small of her back, gazing out of the window with her.
“It’s a beautiful night tonight. Your view is better than mine,” Rick said. His apartment was on the other side of the complex with city views.
The warmth of his hand was Kim’s undoing. She leaned into him, and turned her face up at him. He looked at her, unable to hide the need in his eyes, but he didn’t move. His smirk was subtle, because he could see her mounting frustration. She moved to stand in front of him, standing on her tip toes. She reached up to link her hands behind his neck and he dipped his head to reach her lips in a gentle kiss. His hands were both on her lower back, keeping gentle distance between them, while holding her in place. Her hands lowered slowly until they splayed across his chest. His hands remained on her lower back. The kiss deepened and her hands roamed lower, across his gently defined abs. His stomach trembled slightly at her touch and she smiled into the kiss, feeling like she was making progress, finally.
Kim smiled up at Rick and said, “the view from my bedroom is even better.”
Kim took one of Rick’s hands and took him to her bedroom for more of the same view. She lit a lamp on the night stand and the soft glow illuminated their shadows as they moved toward the bed. Kim unbuttoned Rick’s shirt, peeling it off his shoulders and dropping it onto the floor. He wore a white tank top underneath. Kim undid his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans while kissing him. She could feel his cock pressing the zipper of his jeans, and she rubbed her hand eagerly against him. He stood there, kissing her, while still maintaining strict self control.
Kim’s frustration built into need, and she blurted, “I want you to fuck me.”
It was the permission Rick was waiting for. He didn’t need her to beg, but he was pretty sure she was close to doing so. He whispered in her ear, “gladly.” Rick lifted her chin with his hand to get a proper kiss. It was deep and held all of the promise of what that night would hold for them. His hand dropped to her breast, where his thumb caressed the hardened nipple pressing against her dress. His hand caressed her body along her side and down her thigh, reaching behind her knee to pull her leg up around his thigh, not quite to his hip. She could feel his dick press against the fabric of their clothes. He felt the moist heat of her need and pulled back a little. He didn’t want to rush this.
Rick reached up to the nape of Kim’s neck and held onto her neck while kissing her lips. His mouth left a trail of kisses along her cheek and to her collarbone. He unzipped her dress slowly, then pushed it off of her shoulders so it could fall onto the floor. Kim was wearing a red matching bra and thong. Rick slid his thumb under the fabric along her hip, and slowly slid his finger down, toward her ass. Kim’s breath hitched, and he caught that breath in a deep kiss that had her feeling like she needed to come up for air. With his other hand, he reached around her back and undid her bra with deft fingers. She shrugged her bra off, impressed with Rick’s one handed bra maneuver and aroused even further. He used an agonizingly slow pace to remove her thong as well. Naked, he gently pushed her toward the bed.
Rick made a show of removing his shirt and jeans. His boxer briefs were the last to go. He crawled toward her, on top of her where she lay before him. She was so eager to feel him inside of her. Rick wasn’t in a hurry though. He held her down with the weight of his hand on her stomach then nudged her legs open with his knees and knelt on top of her. He looked at her with such dark intensity, it captivated Kim.
“You’re not much for words, are you,” Rick stated. Kim merely shook her head slowly. Her thoughts were racing but she was doing her best to ignore them. He was hovering over her, with his mouth just inches from her pussy. He started by parting her labia, licking up and down her outer lips, working up slowly to her clitoris. He licked and sucked, taking it fully into his mouth. It began to swell and became more sensitive with each passing moment. He inserted two fingers inside, aroused by the way her walls clenched around his fingers. He continued sucking on her clitoris while the soft pads of his finger tips pressed and rubbed the rough ridges just inside her fat pussy. He knew she was close to climaxing when her legs straightened stiffly and her toes curled aggressively. Her back arched and Kim moaned until it became a whimper. Her moisture coated his fingers and she was ready for him.
Before she could relax into the bed, Rick spread her legs and penetrated her slowly, but deeply. He lifted her ass with one hand for a deeper position and began pumping aggressively. He lay on her, pressing her intimately into the mattress, kissing and thrusting. His cock was hitting her deeply and consistently. Her second orgasm came from a deeper place and she was overcome with the sensations she felt all over her body. She started gushing, the wetness coating his balls and running down her ass. He started slowing down to prolong the moment when Kim started squeezing his dick with the pulsing of her tight pussy. It pushed him over the edge. With one last thrust, he emptied his seed into her. He held her hips in place and just held perfectly still. He didn’t mean for it to go that fast, but he wasn’t mad either.
Rick lay next to her, touching her body, getting her aroused and ready for another round, even if it wouldn’t get very far. Kim wasn’t worried. She repositioned herself, straddling him to stroke and lick his cock. She was turned on by the taste of herself and his cum on her tongue. She rolled out of his reach and to the side of the bed where she had a drawer full of charged and charging adult toys in the night stand. She pulled out a vibrating bullet, and her usual favorite. Rick laughed out loud. It was a deep, resonating sound of true amusement. It was such a delicious sound for Kim. She handed him her toy and said, “I don’t have to get up early tomorrow. Do you?”
Kim’s eagerness was cute. She wanted to prolong the night, and Rick wanted that too. He wasn’t in a dry spell by any means, but this little minx had his full attention in the best possible way.
Rick laughed then asked, “are you kidnapping me?”
Kim said, “depends on how many more wet spots we create. I didn’t know I could do that.”
Their conversation remained sexual and their pace varied throughout the night. They were fucking as the sun rose, with Kim’s face pressed against the window, and Rick giving deep back shots. Their cum dripped down her legs and she whimpered with her release.