Margarita Time

You are feeling ornery, but you have only been teased so far. Your cub called you earlier and without fail made you cum in about two minutes even though you begged him not to. You knew it would drive you crazy all day. But he didn’t listen. Your day went well, business is picking up. But you just didn’t feel like going home. It was probably going to be stressful anyway.

You decided you’d go get a margarita from your favorite bartender. And of course, he had it waiting for you before you even sat at your table. He brought it over to you and started lightly flirting with you. You never realize he is hitting on you, but you severely enjoy his company. Before you realize it, and still naïve to his intent, you are wet again. “Damn, first J. on the phone, and now this.” You finish your first margarita quickly, and order a second. You drift into thoughts of J. taking care of you, how you wish he’d come home already. Before you know it there is a man standing over you handing you your margarita. Without looking up you reach to take it but he doesn’t let go. “Waiting long my cougar?” He asked in a deep sultry voice.

“OMFG!” You almost scream as you jump to your feet. You try to hold it back but you end up squeaking and your face turns bright red as you throw yourself at him. He kisses you passionately in a way that even you, as naïve as you are, cannot mistake as a 100% fuck me now kiss. His lips wide across your, his tongue deep inside your mouth. You’re wet instantly, and your only response between heavy breaths when you pull away is, “Let’s go.” He wastes no time in paying the bill as you down your second drink. He takes you by the hand and leads you to the back door of the restaurant, but stops before you make it to the exit. He glances around quickly and when he’s sure no one is looking, pulls you into the bathroom.

“What are you do---“ You stop when you realize that you are in a clean room,..it smells of perfumes, it is white everywhere. He’s in the ladies room. “What ARE you doing” You ask? He pulls you into a large stall and closes the door. He takes both your hands and puts them above your head outstretching your arms. “No baby, please don’t do this, not here.” You beg, but he takes one hand and slides it down into your panties and teases you as you melt in his hand. “But baaabe…” You stick your bottom lip out begging. He quickly places his lips around yours and suckles your lower lip into his mouth, running his tongue back and forth, tasting you. Flicking his finger up and down. You don’t beg for long.

Your knees get weak but he holds you up with his body pressed against yours. You kiss him long and passionately. You are dying to taste his cock, but he won’t let you slide to your knees. You don’t dare stick out your lip again. You simply ask, “Please?” And he fingers you harder for it. He blows gently on your lips and you cannot help but to slide your forward to kiss him. Your breathing gets heavier and starts to come in gasps as your moans can be heard well into the restaurant. You body buckles and your knees give out. He doesn’t let you slide to the floor. He holds your arms pinned to the wall above your head. His knee supports your body. The lack of control turns you on so much. “Look at me as you climax on me baby. Don’t you dare stop. Be a good girl, ride it out…all the way…..oh yeah, that’s my good dirty girl.” He whispers in your ear.

You gather all remaining strength and stand up, spreading your long 34” stems open just about shoulder width. He loosens his jeans and without hesitation his erection springs out. He slides his head along your slit gathering your own personal lube to help ease him inside you. He slides straight up until he is standing against you. You feel weak; you want to collapse into his body. It is amazing. He removes his hand from yours and grabs your hips as you both start to grind on each other.

Your body still pinned against the wall, the only control you’ve gained in the use of your arms. You wrap around his neck tightly pulling him in. Kissing him fully, you don’t let him go. Your tongue searches for his frantically. You suck, nibble, bite, and lick his tongue. He is so delicious. You don’t allow him to pull away, and he returns the favor to your body. You’re not going anywhere until your sweet juice is running down his balls. He can feel you standing up on your toes. He rolls his hips into you trying to get deeper, anticipating what’s coming. Your body tenses as your screams become louder, his moans echoing yours. You don’t care who hears you right now. The mix of tequila and the pure animalism of the act has taken you over.

“Where do you want it mama cougar?” He asks you. “Inside me my cub, give it to me inside me,” you say softly, almost lovingly. Your soft voice triggers his full explosion. “OOOohhhh, ooohhh mmy God, baby, you feel sooo good! You like that baby?” You feel his hot liquids squirt deep inside you, coating your cunt with his thick creamy seed. He looks deep into your eyes and you feel him pump four… five…. OMG YOU ARE CUMMING!!! Your sweet pussy grips and squeezes his dick for dear life. Pulling him in deeper than you thought was possible as you lose control of your body. You collapse on top of him. Holding your breath involuntarily, you gasp and sigh as your body twitches in unison with your sex. You lay on him weightless for minutes on end trying not to regain your strength, but just enjoying his for long moments as you both flex your groin muscles teasing playfully.

(Written by Him.)

First Date

It’s about 80 degrees and sunny today, so how about we stop by the local chicken place and get fried chicken, coleslaw (they have the BEST coleslaw), French fries and a make pitcher full of margaritas. Then we’ll hop in the Camaro (yours) and take a drive to Harper’s Ferry and picnic by the water falls. You can wear your jeans and a tight t-shirt, with your boots and hat of course – no underwear, please. I’ll wear a pale blue cotton dress with some little flowers all over it, a white lace thong with no bra and bring a blanket and pillows so we can watch the sun set over the mountain. Sound good so far?

(You said yes.)

Good. We’ll find a place where it’s not too rocky in the park and put out the blanket. We’ll talk – because lord knows if we can communicate without an issue from this far away, it shouldn’t be difficult to make pleasant conversation – about nothing or everything or something in between. But there will be tension. Sexual tension. Is he going to make a move; am I going to make a move…and when? The food will be half eaten, the margarita pitcher will begin to empty (I hope I remembered the cups), and the tension will subside like there’s not a care in the world. Nothing exists outside of the blanket except the roar of the water hitting the rocks and sliding under the bridges, a slight breeze slipping through the trees and the sun hitting the jagged peaks of the mountains. Occasionally a bird will fly silently overhead. Then the wind blows through and my dress reveals just a peak of what’s underneath, and our casual conversation.

The heat of the early evening sun, the faint breeze and the margaritas have relaxed us. We’re both lying on the blanket you on the bottom with me alongside of you, my head nestled in that little spot just between your shoulder and chest, with an arm wrapped around you, you with an arm under your head and another wrapped around my back pulling me inward to you. We fall asleep, but not for long. You awaken to me unbuttoning your jeans and exposing your cock to the air just long enough for me to bend down and wrap my lips around the head. My mouth is still cool from the icy drink but you can feel the heat as my mouth takes you in little by little, inch by inch until nothing is left of you. I will lick my lips to keep them wet and move my head up and down your shaft, you can feel my tongue as it wraps around your cock slowly then faster then I slow again. Moving you deep in my mouth I pull you towards me to take you in deeper until I can’t breathe and need to pull back again. You’re so hard I can barely keep my lips wrapped around you as you begin to pump and moan, softly saying my name and God’s in the same breath, your hands on the back of my head holding yourself steady, your ass muscles clenched as you try to hold off just another minute, another second, until you explode squirting your cum into my mouth, on my face and into my hands.

I tuck my head back onto that soft spot between your shoulder and chest and watch the stars begin to twinkle in the dusk as the light of the moon has replaced the sunlight and sigh.