Reese and David: Proposal Time Ch. 01

"Mmmm, I see you, uh, are oooo...excited to see me."

If I'd planned it, I couldn't have done better. My legs spread far enough to straddle his face and without a word his hands took my hips as his tongue and lips met my sex. I felt his nose gently nudge my clitty as his pointed tongue entered my wetness. I bore down on him, grinding his nose harder to my little red bud as he drove his tongue deeper into me. Time seemed to stop as I stood there over him and he scrunched down on the carpet, his hands and mouth giving my womanhood his full attention and extending the exquisite sexual tension I'd already been building up over the late afternoon.

As he sucked at me, the sensations were just too great and I fell forward until I rested my palms against the wall behind him. My hips rocked my little hard nub against his eager lips and tongue. He shook his head and tried to speak, but his words were muffled against my aching cunty as he made me shudder.

I thrust my hips forward again and again with a soft cry. "Oooo, yes!"

Each time I thought I was close to the edge of a quick orgasm, he'd ease up and let it recede. I went farther and farther into ecstatic oblivion as his tender touch teased me over and over. My nipples were burning with a deep ache so I reached up and twisted both between my fingers.

I cried out again as he sucked on my clitty, "Oh Dav...oh, yesss!" My entire body trembled and my thighs spread wider, as my own hands clutched at my breasts, pinching my totally hardened nipples between two outstretched fingers.

"Ayyyeeeee...I'm close...I'm gonna...oh Dav..."

"Cum for me Ree. Cum for me," I heard the rasp of David's muffled voice from between my thighs.

"Make me...cum, lover. Make, ugggh, make me cum for....ohhhh...you."

He waggled his head back and forth, his tongue doing double time over my clitty. The sensations could not get any more intense...so I thought. His one thumb twisted into my wetness and I sucked in a deep breath as he buried it in deep, before thrusting it in and out. As he continued to flick voraciously at my clitty I felt a long finger of that same hand tickle across that small space between my cunty and my bottom. The next thing I knew he was teasing it up between my cheeks. It was wet, from his saliva or my juices, or both, and it slid right on up and touched my puckered little hole back there.

My entire body tensed! "Ohhh!" I let out a high pitched wail.

It did not deter my lover as he continued to wiggle his tongue over my clitty just as fast, his thumb thrust in out of my cunty and his finger pressed on into my tight backside. It eased on in and made me immediately hold my breath. Before I could suck in another lung full of precious air he began alternately thrusting thumb and finger; in and out, in and out. My whole body sagged over him in giving in to the new pleasure.

"Oh Dav...oh David!" I moaned.

On and on he flicked, plunged and probed as I squeezed my boobs and pinched my nipples. Every pleasure point on my body was overloading. Every nerve was firing off the pleasure it felt and circulated it from every body part to my brain and back again. I found my lower body trying to move in time with my lover's manipulations, forward hip thrusts to take advantage of his thick thumb filling my cunty and tongue stroking at my very erect love bead, while wanting to thrust back onto the long finger pleasing my backside. I soon felt both thumb and finger nearly meeting inside me save for that thin wall of membrane. By that point I was panting so hard I was sure I'd pass out.

Then David sucked on my clitty like I'd never felt him do before. The sensation shot straight to every other part of my body all at once. I threw my head back, pinched my nipple so hard I thought I'd squeeze out milk that wasn't there and screamed at the near top of my lungs, "Yessssss! Ohhh, Davvvvvv....yessssssss! Nowwwwww!"

David made love to me with his fingers and mouth as I thrust my hips, cunty and butt in every direction, pulling my nipples out as far as they would reach until my climax took full control of my entire being and I let out one last growling utterance before collapsing down over my lover.

"Ohhhh...yessssssss!"

After a few moments I leaned back off David and smiled down at him as he crouched with his chin still between my thighs. He looked stunned and I couldn't help but chuckle as I looked at the expression on his thoroughly wet face.

"What got into you this afternoon?" He asked licking and smacking his lips.

"Does it...mmmm...matter?" I asked, still smiling down at him my knees now pressed to his pecs, the only thing holding me up, as I continued to quake with little aftershocks of my totally intense climax. "I sure, uh, I sure wasn't expecting to make love on...on the living room floor. But...oh wow!"

I had almost found the strength to stand when I saw out of the corner of my eye the open picture window.

What a picture I must have made at that moment!

"How could we?" I tried to step over David and disengage myself. "Oh my gosh! What happens if the neighbors saw us? Oh, I can't believe we just did that!"

David took me in his arms as he stood. "I don't know, but I sure need some relief right now myself. And I don't intend to do it alone. So shall we move to the bedroom or stay right here in front of the window so the neighbors can get an encore?" He chuckled as he reached around to cup my bare butt cheeks that were facing the window.

"Come on," I said, "let's go properly celebrate this engagement of ours, again," I kissed him and could taste myself on his lips and smell myself on his skin, "more properly in bed."

I practically dragged him down the hallway to our bedroom. But I was so impatient we didn't make it to the bed. He still had his pants around his ankles after he made love to me on the floor just inside that doorway.

* * * * *

Although this wouldn't be the first time I'd meet the prospective in-laws, as I had met his mother and father at his college graduation this past summer, it was the first time meeting them since David and I had been engaged. I walked up to their door, smoothed my blouse and skirt, tossed my hair back and got ready to knock...just as the front door opened.

There stood a very distinguished looking gentleman.

"Reese." His voice, I recognized from last year, was very deep.

"Mr. Smalley." I took his extended hand, blinking at his grip, warm and firm, his large hand swallowing mine. I recognized the gray of his eyes and the way they crinkled at the corners when he smiled at me.

"That is me." He bellowed, but in a charming way behind that huge smile.

"Of course," I shrugged sheepishly and glanced up at him. He was quite tall, just like his son. He was also very lean much in deference to his age.

"You look nervous." He smiled, reaching out his other big hand to touch my forearm.

I nodded. "Is it that obvious?"

"I'd tell you to just picture me naked, but considering you know what my son looks like naked..."

I raised an eyebrow.

"That was bad I know." He laughed, sounding just like his son, maybe just a little more gravelly.

"No, I uh, well..." I was indeed flustered as I stepped into his home.

"Come on back, mother is in the kitchen waiting for me to bring you along."

"I just want to say you are very gracious to have me over for dinner tonight." I said following him, taking in the sights of the foyer and living room as I went. These were not pretentious people at all. Very beautiful but very family oriented in the decorating, especially with all the family portraits on the walls and tables. I noticed there was even one of David and I together on an end table.

"Honestly, it's my pleasure." Mr. Smalley's smile lightened his whole face, looking back at me as we walked toward the back of the house. "You're an amazing woman from what I've heard and what I can see. Knowing my David loves you only enhances your standing with me."

"You really are a sweet talker, aren't you?" I smirked, shaking my head. "Now I know where David gets it from."

"I guess I did my job then." He laughed.

The smells coming from the kitchen were heavenly. I could sense the distinct aroma of freshly baked bread as we walked through the French doors.

"Come on in, please." David's mother immediately greeted me as she bent in front of the oven and pulled out a baking pan.

"Thank you," I said walking toward her. "Mmmm, I love fresh baked bread."

"I'm glad. Only thing is we'll have to set aside some for ourselves, if we don't the boys will eat it all before we get the chance. Father and David love their bread."

"Don't I know that. I think David knows his restaurants by the bread they serve." I stood by the kitchen table and watched her take the hot pan from oven to counter. In that moment I couldn't help but reflect on what my soon to be mother-in-law looked like. She is only four years older than me. She is also tall like both her husband and son. She stands about five foot nine with very nice long legs. She also has a beautiful face and very...very large breasts, larger than even my sister's big ones. I know I shouldn't have had any reason to be jealous of my mother-in-law, but I already was! I could feel my tiny boobs almost quiver in their jealousy.

Although, the good news here maybe was I should have felt good that David wasn't looking for a girl like 'mommy' in that particular respect.

"I hope you don't mind that I asked David to come a little later," she said as she turned and wiped her hands on a dish towel. "I thought it would be better for us to talk a bit, just the two of us."

Uh oh, the time had finally come, the inquisition.

"Uh, yes, sure, what is it you'd like to talk about?" The words may have come out somewhat calm, but the emotions inside me were running very high at the moment.

"Please have a seat," she said and gestured toward the kitchen table.

I quickly did and as she took hers she looked at me and asked right out, "Are you still concerned about the age difference between you and my David?"

Wow! I thought that would have been my question to her. It more than put me off kilter for a moment.

"I, well, no not really."

"So you know, David told me all about the proposal and your hesitation."

Okay, another 'wow' moment that I didn't see coming.

"David is a talker, he always has been. Father always wondered why he was so open about his love life with me." At that moment I could see her eyes drift out of focus and thinking of some memory. Then she blinked and looked back into my eyes. "I mean, are you worried that others will not understand the twenty years that separates the two of you?"

"Yes, I'm sure some will, but your son already is mature before his own years. I feel we are on the same life path, both ready to share a long loving life together."

"I appreciate hearing such good things about my boy." And before I could say anything about that she put up her hand. "I know, I know, he's no longer a boy. He's very much a grown man. It's just, well, I know I'm like most loving mothers that will always see their sons as boys growing up. But I can also see from the last few months how he has very much grown and matured. I think a lot of that credit goes to you."

"Oh, I don't..."

"Oh yes, I think he has really become a man with you and I don't just mean in the sexually sense. He has become a responsible and caring man."

Okay...how red was I getting in front of my soon to be mother-in-law. I appreciated her compliment on helping her son mature, but honestly that thought was far outweighed by wondering just how much David had told her about us, about us being 'sexual' as she just called it.

"We've had some of the most grown up conversations in the last few months. I will tell you, my son loves you very much." Mrs. Smalley reached across the table and patted my hand, smiling as much as I'd seen since I'd come in.

I felt that was a good thing, but still could not help thinking behind part of that smile was something to do with David and I being lovers.

"But enough of that, let's talk about how you are doing. How is teaching school going these days?"

With that, we launched into a half hour's conversation on my teaching and some little anecdotes about David that were very interesting if not likely to be more than a little embarrassing when I got him alone to tell him what 'Mommy' had told me.

Anyway, we were still laughing when David walked into the kitchen.

"Okay, I see you two are hitting it off well. Maybe too well." He gave me a goofy look and walked on to the refrigerator. He took a short look inside and then came out with a deviled egg, downing in one bite.

"Stop that!" Mrs. Smalley said as she shot up out of her chair and went to swat her son's backside with the dish towel she still had with her.

"What?" David backed away and threw up his muscular arms in defense.

"Those are for dinner." She swatted him once more on the hip. "Now stop being rude and go give your bride a kiss hello."

David looked over his Mom's shoulder at me with wide eyes and that goofy grin he has. Then he pulled his mother too him and kissed her cheek, "Mwwwhhhhhaaa!"

"Not me silly..." she pushed him away and swatted him once more.

David almost did a dance making his way over to me before he wrapped his arms around my neck then smashed his lips to mine, "Mwwwwwhhhhaaaaa!" He backed off a second, looked at me and winked, "I think you deserve two." Then much more gently and adding a little tongue this time, "Mmmmmm!"

"Okay you two, I didn't mean get all frothy on me in my kitchen." She was taking the rolls and putting them in a basket.

"Well, you told me to. So I gave Ree a proper welcome." He winked at me again before he practically ran back over to his mother and smacked her flat across her backside.

I yelped myself as I put my hand to my mouth in shock.

It didn't seem to faze his mother.

"Oooo, fresh hot rolls!" David uttered I swear just like a little kid. Then he reached around his mother for one.

Smack!

She slapped his hand hard and the roll fell from his fingers. "Stop that! Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Then you and father can stuff yourselves with all the bread you want. By the way, I already warned Reese to guard hers and I've already set aside some just for us."

"Oh you did, huh? Teaching my wife to hide things from me already. I just can't believe you're corrupting her already, Mother." David looked back at me, smiled, winked and blew me another kiss.

* * * * *

Dinner was pleasant and delicious, the conversation and the food in that order. When dinner was over, Mr. Smalley leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was thoughtful and discerning, almost too much so for me.

"Do you have more questions for me, Mr. Smalley?" I asked, and then sipped my wine.

"You still look nervous, my dear."

I sighed looking down at my glass as I placed it back on the table. "I am."

"Then maybe for starters you should call me Jason and not 'Mr. Smalley'.

"But..."

"No buts, its Jason." His voice was firm. "Please."

"Okay, uh, Jason." I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

"You know Reese, I can certainly tell, our son really does have eyes for you. And by the way, you can call me Jill." David's mother looked across the table at me with that very warm smile I was beginning to welcome.

I smiled back and then looked up into David's eyes sitting next to me. They were dark and hungry, the look that usually would have me jumping his young bones if we were home. But we weren't, we were at his parent's house, at the dinner table no less.

"Yes, Jill. I think he does."

As I continued to stare deep into David's gray eyes I crossed and uncrossed my legs, feeling that familiar ache I always got when excited by my lover. And even sitting there in front of his parents David was exciting me. So I couldn't resist sliding my hand over to his thigh, to give him an innocent playful squeeze just to let him know I loved him. No sooner than I had and my eyes widened, before I quickly composed myself, for instead of just David's muscular thigh, I also felt a huge bulge in his pants, his other muscle, his 'man muscle'.

I looked over and luckily for me his parents were looking at one another at that moment.

Having calmed myself and let the conversation continue I reached my hand back between us and slowly, carefully roamed it up back over David's thigh. There it was, his manhood, and I swear it was on fire as it radiated intensely through his pants. This time I left my hand there and lightly felt up his entire length.

David sipped his wine and gave me another hot look. That only made me squeeze him harder. If only my future mother-in-law knew her son's cock was getting a good rub job under her dining room table! I tried to be subtle, but still I wiggled my fingers over his hard-on as the conversation resumed.

Of course this only got him harder.

"Are you alright, dear?" His mother asked.

I quickly pulled my hand away and looked up expecting her to be looking right at me. Instead she was looking to my right and at her son.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Why?" David blurted out a little tongue tied.

"You just look a little flushed." She wiped her mouth with her napkin. "I certainly hope it's not my cooking."

"Oh, it's probably your cooking, filling me up too much anyway." He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach. As he did I could clearly see the very distinct outline of his lengthy manhood down the nearest leg of his pants. I instantly sucked in a breath and held it. I sure hoped his parents couldn't see his arousal just below the tabletop.

"So, Reese, are you full on my good cooking, too?" I realized Mrs. Smalley, Jill was talking to me now.

"What?" I blurted out this time.

"Well, you look just as flushed as David there."

"Oh yes, I'm fine. I thoroughly enjoyed dinner. You are a fantastic cook, Mrs., I mean Jill. I obviously have a lot to try and live up to."

"You're a great cook, Ree." David commented and leaned over to peck me on the cheek. At the same time he reached out his big hand under the table and squeezed my thigh.

I didn't realize just how turned on I was until that touch alone nearly made me gush. Although I really didn't I could certainly feel the warm moisture between my legs and the obvious dampening of the crotch of my panties.

"Uh, well, maybe but I'll never be in your mother's league." I tried to distract my mind and body from what I was thinking and feeling.

But I couldn't do it. "I, um, I need to use the bathroom. Sorry."

"No problem. Just down the hall to your right." Jason pointed.

David jumped right up and pulled out my chair as I stood. Then he gave me that devilish wink. He knew better and when my jaw slackened and came back with a silly smirk he knew what he had done. My undies had just moistened that much more.

"I'll be right back." I turned and walked down the hallway trying not to look too rushed or walk funny as I felt the air come up under my skirt and assault my damp crotch.

As it turned out I really did go. But I also resisted the urge to touch myself any more than I had to down there.

I washed my hands, but also took a handful of water and splashed my face to try and cool down a bit. Looking at the mirror, I pushed a few strands of hair back, straightened my blouse a little, and slid my hands down my curves to make sure I looked presentable again. Then I took one last long look in the mirror, and...

There David was standing right behind me!

He had sneaked into the bathroom somehow and now his breath was hot on my ear as he stepped up and also rubbed his hard manhood against my lower back. His hot lips kissed and nibbled at my neck. Then he reached around and bunched up my skirt in front, deftly reaching two fingers into my panties.