Fucking Big Daddy on a rainy night

As you already know I love to tell stories, and well since it has been ages since I have told you one of my many erotic tales and because I know how much you love to read all about them, I figured it was time to tell another. So here goes-Wait! Are you alone? Sitting down? Press your legs together, with your eyes closed take your index finger and gently stroke the nape of your neck one time. Feel that? Good! Let's begin! 

It's raining this evening, not quite night yet, but the air is still hot even with the rain, which seems to be coming down like beads of sweat. I'm sitting alone at my favorite restaurant half gazing at the door and at my menu. I'm waiting for my man Keith- or big daddy- as I like to call him behind closed doors. 10 minutes passes and he finally approaches the table soaking wet. I smile at him coyly- too happy to complain about his 30 minute tardiness. "Hey, baby, how was your day? I say quickly. 

" Good" he says with a devilish smile- he moves in closer and slips his hand underneath my skirt. My body responds accordingly. I let out a soft moan and we softly kiss. Luckily, we were seated in a booth and the restaurant was dimly lit; otherwise, we would have been kicked out. Without missing a beat, he asks me about my day. 

We make small talk, order our food, and even select a bottle of wine for dinner all the while he has his hand under my skirt. What a man I have! Here he is finger fucking me under the table at a five star restaurant with about fifty or so other people around us and he conducts himself as usual. Me on the other hand- I am speechless and working on my second orgasm! Keith had that ability to do that to me often-I could not get enough of that man-even outside the bedroom! As you probably guess already, we did not stay very long- I had other plans for him and he was willing. . . 

Scene 2 

We're in my bedroom; he's sitting down in a chair watching me as I do a strip tease for him. He would get up but he's tied up at the moment! The lights are down low and an upbeat R&B song is playing in the background. I straddle him, positioning myself face to face. I take my tongue to trace his lips but I don't let him kiss me-he moans to fuck me but I don't let him- I want to play a little while longer. I travel down farther while slowly undressing him-before long he's sitting only in his boxers. 

I take my time kissing him all the way down to his bellybutton, then to his dick. I get down on my knees; still making eye contact, I began to stroke his penis. His moaning is getting louder- he's begging me now "let me fuck you" I shake my head and proceed to run my tongue over the tip of his penis, then all the way down to his balls- I treat them good as well, then suddenly I take him in my mouth and take my time, sucking as if milk and honey flowed from it and-oh yeah-I swallowed! At this time, he moans he has had enough. I untie him. 

He quickly reaches for me, scoops me up in his arms, and lays me on the bed and finishes undressing me, leaving just my garter belt and stockings. Right before he could join me, I spread my legs to await his arrival and whisper “where do you want to put it". . . I'll stop here and let you draw your conclusion!