It’s the only way I get to see him these days: order a cake. One day I’ll order one just for me. I won’t share it at all, it won’t be for someone else’s birthday. Maybe I’ll indulge one of my own unspoken fantasies with it. Sit on it.
This time it’s red velvet. As I lift the lid of the box I can smell the butter in the cream cheese frosting. The top is covered in red glitter and grated white chocolate. He’s done good and he knows it. We stand chatting for a while and I get the feeling we aren’t going to fuck: he has another cake to bake tonight and has to go shopping for the ingredients.
As he leaves he turns to kiss me. And doesn’t stop. His hands move to my waist, my breasts and my pussy. He bites my neck and I squirm, my head landing on his shoulder. I groan and reach into his shorts for his cock. He’s semi-hard and I kneel down to take his length. I don’t know what we’re doing but I feel nothing, and it feels great.
Upstairs he stands behind me and pulls down my knickers. He jiggles out of his shorts and he’s naked. I sit down on the bed and he opens my legs, licking and sucking at my pussy lips. He works me into a frenzy and I have to pull away, the stimulation of my clit is too much.
Next his fingers are inside me, I can hear how wet my pussy is as he stimulates my g-spot. I grab his cock and suck it, he wiggles his fingers inside me. I groan again. I tell him he has to fuck me. He pulls me down the bed and makes me ride his face. My knees buckle as they’re too near the end. We keep it up for a while and then he pushes me onto my side. He smacks my ass and pushes his cock inside. It’s really good but he needs to put a condom on. He thrusts hard and pounds me, my face is pushed into the pillow and I love the feeling of being used. Scared he’s gonna come too soon I push myself up and make him put on a condom. I ride him until we both come together for the first time.
I’m reminding myself this is only the third time we’ve met. Him: dishevelled, hungover and chain smoking. Me: dressed like a slut and have got off the station at the wrong place. We’re both on good form as usual, so my mishap is forgiven.
We are soon back at his, after a brief dash to the shops. We undress in the intense heat of his room, it’s too unbearable not to. Soon I’m riding his face, grabbing the bed head to steady myself, properly grinding on him. It’s divine. I leap off so as not to drown him and he brings out some of his feted equipment.
It’s a collar with restraints, designed to keep the wearers’ hands behind their back. As he fastens it around my neck and wrists I feel my pussy clench and grow wetter. It’s been a while since I did anything like this. He pumps his cock with his fist and I bow my head. I didn’t realise how much this could turn someone on. I feel rather invincible, if a little immobile. I manage to position myself on top of him with difficulty, I have no balance and I’m top heavy. We get up a rhythm but almost straightaway I find can slip my left wrist through the band and steady myself to ride him properly. Glorious.
The collar comes off, it’s too hot and too close for comfort. He spreads me out on the bed and enters me again, the sweat from his brow dripping onto me. It’s boiling and we are both soaked, slick with our exertions.
We take a breather and I ask if he wants to wear the collar.
I’ve bunked off work between meetings : my boss is away and the weather is too good to be stuck in the office. It’s April but feels like July. Your flat isn’t too far from the station so it’s easy to get to and get away from. You’re probably working from home: your kiss at the bottom of the stairs is my welcome and I’m quickly whisked up and the door closed.
Your bedroom is the wonderful mess it usually is: clothes strewn everywhere, the curtains blowing with the slight breeze from the window. It is a gloriously sunny day and as we remove each other’s clothes I realise I’m already sweating. We kiss hungrily, we haven’t seen each other in a while. Like always, I kneel before you to take your cock in my mouth. Like always, you hold the back of my head and make sure my hair stays out of my eyes. Soon we are on the bed, grasping at each other despite the heat. You’re between my legs and then I’m on top, crying out as you hit my sweet spot.
Strangely enough, more memorable is what happens straight afterwards. You ask if I’d like a bacon sandwich. I pull on my bra and knickers and sit on your roof while I wait, gazing down at the people below. They’re out enjoying the sun, I’m here in my underwear unobserved. At this stage of my life, I’m not confident about my body. But in the sun on that balcony I am queen of all I survey. And when you hand me the bacon sandwich and a cup of tea, I’m golden.