Wining and Dining Continues

Ellen has completed her move from Lexington to Dallas and has been working for two days reporting stories. She sends me an invitation to join her for lunch at her condo. Ellen is a bit nervous and shy. I don’t pause or look surprised that she is naked. I put on a lazy smile and ask for a cool drink, while my eyes roam her body. ” Sure thing!” She smiles and says, with more confidence than she feels. She feels my eyes on her as she walks away. Ellen wonders if I will follow silently resolving to not look towards me. She is dripping wet now, from the heat of my gaze and her fantasies. She closes the sliding door behind her as she steps back into the coolness of the kitchen. She dips two fingers into her wet pussy licking them clean before reaching for a glass. She fills it with fresh lemonade and quickly, with a giggle as she imagines my face, she dips her fingers into her juices wiping them around the rim of my glass. She put the lemonade away and heads back out to give me my drink.

I’m not where she left me, making her wonder if I followed her or decided to meet her halfway. She hands me the glass with a slight smirk. She wonders if I smell her arousal in this humid heat. She is sure I can. My eyes widen then darken as I drink the lemonade. Ellen bites her lip a little. I drink it down all at once then pull in a deep breath through my nose. She trembles, a little, knowing I must be able to smell her desire. ” More,” I say as I hand her the glass. ” Yes, Sir,” She replies as she squares her shoulders. She swears I just inhaled on a barely audible gasp. Ellen winks turning away, heading back into the kitchen. I’m definitely reacting. She shoves two fingers inside of herself, plunging them over and over. It helps to relieve the ache a little, but doesn’t erase it. She licks her fingers and gets a naughty idea. Opening the freezer she grabs ice cubes. Carefully inserting each one into her vagina beforehand, she drops them into my glass then pours the lemonade. She liberally coats the rim with more of her juices as well. Then she reminds herself to be bold before she undresses the puts on a robe letting it open a bit.

Ellen finds me just outside the door on the balcony. She is fairly sure I watched, I’m out of line of sight of the kitchen now. The ice rattles as she carries it to me and suddenly she is nervous. She licks her lips looking up at me, blushing a little as she hands me the drink. I wait until she looks up before I lick the rim then takes a gulp, ensuring to get an ice cube in my mouth. Her mouth goes dry and her knees go a little weak. She watches as I set the glass down stepping into her, my hand drops to her dripping slit, I push two fingers inside her and she moans. Her head rolls back and her eyes close as I wrap my other arm around her. She feels my lips at her neck and I chuckle as she whimpers.

” You have an interesting way of garnishing lemonade, Ellen’,” I say as I grind the heel of my hand on her clit. My fingers pumping hard and fast inside her; my teeth sink into her shoulder. Ellen moans wrapping her arms around my neck clinging to me for support. She feels me lift her and carry her. Then she feels the smooth glass against her robe and legs. My fingers never stop. My other arm slides from her back to caress her breasts through the robe. I’m gentle at first, then pinches hard and she almost cums right then.