The Perfect Night

Authors note - This story if a naughty quickie, written in 1000 words

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Soaked to the skin, but laughing hard, the two of us piled into John's flat, tripping over each other in our haste. The heat of the flat's central heating system felt delicious and, making straight for a radiator, I began warming my trembling hands.

The walk from the party to Windsor Street had taken no more than five minutes but the deluge from the winter skies had drowned us.

"Take your coat off, get dry," said John.

"Drink?"

"Please. Something warming."

"Coming right up."

Clicking on the lights, he padded down the hallway and disappeared into what I presumed was the kitchen. I could hear him clattering around as I hurriedly removed my dripping coat and black stilettos. The shoes, my favourites, were ruined. The mud on the pavements outside had destroyed them. Never mind.

"Whiskey," announced John, reappearing with two glass tumblers. Ice clinked and the amber liquid swirled as he walked. "Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

I took the drink gratefully and knocked it back, hoping the alcohol would warm my core. It did, beautifully.

Following my lead, John downed his own measure before depositing both glasses on the hallway table. Moving closer, his hand stroked my arm.

"Now what?" he asked.

Warmth flooded my body, not just from the whiskey. John was lovely, so sexy. We barely knew each other but I'd followed him home for a reason.

"What would you like to do?" I purred.

Eyes glinting, he took my hand. "I'll show you."

He led me down the hallway towards his bedroom. The room was dark and we left it that way.

Drawing me in, he kissed my forehead, his warm lips sizzling against my cold skin. In the quiet darkness I could hear his heart pounding and I'm sure he could hear mine.

Fingertips brushed against my face sending shivers rippling up and down my spine. I held my breath, not daring to move, as John covered my body with tiny butterfly kisses: neck, shoulders, breasts. His hands grappled with the fastenings on my dress and, once undone, the silky material tumbled to the floor.

I was naked beneath, except for my panties. Resisting the instinct to cover up, I awaited my lover's reaction.

John stepped backwards,eyes wide. He seemed edgy and I could see the tremor in his hands as he tentatively caressed my exposed breasts. I shuddered as his fingers made contact with my nipples, stimulating them, making them ache. Blood raced through my veins as desire welled up.

"John..."

Still he hesitated. Patience fading, I took the lead. I pulled him towards me, lips sinking into his slender neck, sucking his flesh into my mouth. I tasted him, feeling the smooth texture of his skin on my tongue.

Placing his hands upon my panties, I gasping as his fingers probed beneath the fabric. The second he touched that intimate place, my body responded - I was on fire, a furnace of lust.

Breathing hard, I wriggled out of my underwear, pushing my naked body up against his, inviting him to have me. My heart raced and I quivered in anticipation of what was to come.

But John didn't move. Nothing! Didn't he want me?

Desperation kicked in. I began to tear at John's clothing, pulling at his tie, frantically unbuttoning his shirt. I groped at his rain soaked trousers, dislodging the top fastening in my haste. I stripped him - shoes, shirt, trousers, boxer shorts.

That did it. John issued a deep guttural moan as my fumbling hands freed his cock. It was hot and hard, standing proud between his legs. My fingers closed around it, my touch causing further swelling. The scent of pre-cum filled the air as the first glistening droplets emerged from the purple tip.

Groaning, John pushed his body hard against mine. His cock dug into my flesh whilst his hands traced the contours of my curvaceous ass. I could hear his breathing; fast, excited. He wanted sex...so did I. Enough foreplay!

Patience destroyed, I shoved John roughly towards the bed, pulling him down on top of me.

"Fuck me," I demanded. "Fuck me!"

Hands wrapped firmly around his penis, I guided him into position, catching my breath as his hot erection collided with my sex. Penetration was imminent, that delicious squeeze as his fat cock slipped past my labia and disappeared inside me...any moment...

"John," I begged, "please."

In the dim light I just could make out his beaming smile before the look was replaced by one of concentration.

"Oh God..." I arched my back as he drove his penis deep inside my longing cunt.

John was a fantastic lover. His athletic body pounded me, thrusting his cock inside me again and again with unstoppable stamina. I experienced a level of ecstasy I'd never felt before. Everything John did was right; the way he kissed me, the way he moved inside me, the way he held me close as he brought me to orgasm. Overpowering waves of euphoria sent me into crippling spasms yet I yearned for more, always more...and I got it.

When John reached climax, he held me tightly, gripping my ass as he ejaculated, filling me with his hot seed. His body stiffened as he pumped me again, depositing a second sweet load before, sweating and spent, he collapsed by my side. He lay still, chest heaving as he fought for breath.

When he finally calmed down, he rolled towards me, wrapping me up in his arms. He managed a smile before his eyes fluttered and closed.

My own eyelids heavy, I let them droop and settled down in my new lover's warm embrace. Sticky with sweat and smelling of sex, we remained locked together all night.

John and I were virtual strangers but that night was lovely, perfect and it was just the beginning of...well, who knows?