Saturday, Part 1

In the afterglow, I offer you a deal too good to refuse. You wear your cock all day and I'd do the cleaning in your favorite nightie. The words were barely out of my mouth before you agreed. We got up. Pulled on clothes (it was so much fun watching you stuff your lovely package into cargos) and headed for breakfast. It was interesting to watch your walk with your hard cock. Your walk took on a strut I'd never seen. I couldn't help but brush up against you and play with your sexy butt. The walk to Cloverdale Kitchen was accomplished briskly. The diner was packed with the usual Saturday morning crowd but we were seated quickly and much to your consternation I chose to sit beside you. The waitress took our orders and walked away to get our drinks. I couldn't resist slipping my hand under the table and stroking up your thigh. I did manage to control myself and I didn't unzip you and pull out that bad boy to stroke until breakfast was served. Your face told me you were decidedly uncomfortable but also intrigued to know how far I'd go. I stroked and fondled your hardness until our plates were delivered. The waitress smirked when I pulled my hand hastily out of your lap and the flush on your cheeks told us both that you weren't unaffected.

Eating was a hurried affair, I don't think we talked at all. We ate. You paid the bill and all but dragged me out of the restaurant. The walk toward home was double time compared to the walk down the hill. We made it around the side of the building at all but a trot. Once we were around the corner you stopped suddenly causing me to slam into you. You turned and pushed me back against the wall and kissed me with a wave of pent up passion. Your arms held me captive against the brick, your mouth punished mine for my blatant impertinence in the diner, and your hips drove your hardness against my crotch. Our breathing was ragged, eyes glazed, and bodies straining for more. I think we would have ground out an orgasm right there had it not been for the blaring horn of a passing car. You snapped out of our carnal thrall and smiled wickedly. You leaned back into me and whispered in my ear "you will pay for that" and twisted my nipple hard to make your point. You turn , grabbed my hand and headed up the hill.

At the backdoor, you fumbled with the key then held the door for me to precede you. This time it was my turn to stop suddenly and push you against the wall. I angled my body against you so my knee wedged between yours, pressing hard against you and kissing you for all I was worth. Hands in your hair, holding your mouth to mine while I pressed into you. After a minute you pushed back,causing me to stumble on the first step and sit down hard. Your body followed me down, trapping me under you. I drew up my knees, finding a foothold on the stairs so I could push up to meet your thrusts. Your hands were everywhere at once. Pushing up my shirt. Unsnapping my jeans. Pulling me up to meet your mouth. Just as I reached for your zipper, your phone rang. Your muttered words were less than nice as you fished your phone out of your pocket but the next, slightly hoarse words out of your mouth were "Good morning, Mom"