I looked around. It was quiet and I took a few careless steps. She stopped. I was right behind her. She didn know. Oh yes. She bent over to grab the napkins out of the cubby hole. God. I could see her panty lines stretched tightly around her. Not a thong. She had high cuts on, around her hips. I stepped forward quickly. I grabbed her by the hips and pushed myself hard into her. Ummmm.
"What?" she began somewhat alarmed, but saw it was me and stood up.
"What the hell, Peter," she said erotic stories anal sex and tried to turn around, but I held hips her tightly.
"Baby, you looked so good. I couldn help erotic stories anal sex myself."
She rolled her eyes. "Well--let me go, idiot." I slowly took my hands off her firm hips, too slowly it turned out, and she jerked away. She was facing me and I grabbed her, again, grinning dumbly, and pressed her against me. I could feel her tight abdomen against my hardening cock.
"Peter, come on," she whispered harshly. "Stop it." She slapped my wrist and I reluctantly releases her. She shook her head. "Thank you."
"Lets go the cellar," I leered at her.
"Can you wait?"
I shook my head. God. It would be wonderful to fuck Melissa in the wine cellar. It was always wonderful. By the mouldy first growth Bordeaux, especially. It added a touch of class to her straddling my thighs as I sat in an old chair and fucked up into her. In that damp cellar. This time, unlike last week, I would bend her over, push
erotic stories anal sex her skirt up, pull her panties down and shove it in. Fuck. It wouldn last long. Wed be back to serve the last table their inevitable cheese cake in plenty of time.
"Besides, my period probably starts tonight," Melissa
erotic stories anal sex said.
"All the more reason to get in a little last minute loving, no?" I grinned.
"You
e going to get us fired. Do you understand, shithead?" she asked.
I shrugged. "So?" Christ. This was a joke
erotic stories anal sex job while we waited to see which school accepted both of us for law school.
She rolled her eyes again and went to get her napkins. Untapped reserves of discipline and a desire not to get slapped in the face kept my hands
erotic stories anal sex off her as she bent over. She stood up, turned, arms full, and pushed by me rudely. I grinned. I loved it when she was like this. I watched her walk away, marveling. It wasn just her ass, and that was more than
erotic stories anal sex enough. Christ. She was a former high school swimmer, and she still worked out regularly. Shed been pretty good, too, apparently. Fourth at State. And that back of hers. God damn. Nothing like Melissa, bent over, on her knees naked, muscles rippling, ass jiggling with each harsh unforgiving thrust into her pink blond cunt after another. And baby, took it all always. Both twenty-four, wed been living together for five months.
Thirty minutes later, right after my last table was cleared, disaster
erotic stories anal sex struck. Melissa walked up to me while I was innocently flirting with the new bar stock-girl. I turned away from the kid as soon as I saw my lady. I tried to smile, but she was having none of it.
"Through hitting on the fresh meat?" she snarled.
"I wasn --"
"Shut up. I saw you."
"But--"
"Shut up."
I smiled. No use arguing with her. I shrugged and waited for her judgment.
"I just sat a deuce. I was going to give them to Harold, but . . . I guess they
e yours now."
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