Delia’s Unexpected Visit
I knew Delia, my partner’s close friend, was well aware that the house was empty for the weekend. When the doorbell rang, I wasn’t expecting anyone, but opening the door left me breathless. Delia stood there, dressed in a provocative outfit that left very little to the imagination, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous hunger.
She didn’t waste a second. “Let’s go grab dinner,” she whispered, leaning in close enough for me to smell her perfume, “and on the way back, I’ll let you have your way with me.” I laughed, the tension between us snapping instantly. “I’ve been thinking about you, Delia. I’ve been wanting to feel every inch of you.” She shivered, her expression turning purely carnal. “Then let’s not waste time.”
As we walked to the garage, she noticed the obvious bulge in my trousers and reached out, giving me a firm, knowing squeeze that nearly brought me to my knees. Once we were settled in the car, Delia shifted in her seat, sliding her legs wide apart. She looked at me with a smirk. “Did you notice? I’m not wearing a single thing under this dress. No bra, no panties.”
I groaned, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. “I noticed the moment you walked through the door.” The revelation sent her over the edge; she began to touch herself openly while reaching over to undo my buttons. She freed me from my clothes, starting with a slow, agonizingly perfect massage before moving into a frenetic pace. She alternated between deep, rhythmic strokes and passionate oral attention, taking me deep into her throat until I finally succumbed, filling her mouth completely.
She swallowed every drop, looking up at me with a look of absolute devotion and desire. “Am I a bad girl?” she teased. I leaned over and kissed her hard. “You’re the most intoxicating woman I’ve ever known.”
The dinner at the restaurant was a blur of stolen glances and hidden touches. Beneath the table, Delia kicked off her heels and used her hands and feet to drive me to the brink of madness. By the time the check arrived, the friction and the secrecy had pushed her over the edge as well; she gasped quietly, her body shuddering as she reached a peak right there in the booth.
The drive home was a race. The moment the front door clicked shut behind us, the pretense vanished. I spun her around, gripping her hips and pulling her against me. The anticipation had reached a breaking point, and as we collapsed onto the bed, we finally gave in to the hunger that had been building all evening.