Bite Me Twice, Bite Me Nice

Last week I went to Happy Hour with a few co-workers, one of which I started getting attracted to when I was half past tipsy (funny how that works).  It could have been because he started paying me a little more attention toward the evening...started sitting and standing a little closer than usual.  As life would have it, at the end of the night I found myself driving him home because he rode the train to work and it had already stopped running for the night.

By the time we got to his place, I was so tired and all I wanted to do was go home and go to bed.  Alcohol has a tendency to do that to me...especially a lot of alcohol.  Not so surprisingly, my attraction to him wore down with the buzz.  Apparently his did not...or he was just feeling extremely frisky that night.  At first I guess he was just trying to feel out the situation because he was just sitting there making idle conversation.  At some point he found some random excuse to touch my arm...and I didn't realize at first that he never stopped touching it..his touch turned into a caressing stroke.  Still he was just talking to me like nothing is happening.  The stroking keep extending further up and down, until he was near my breast.  I was thinking in my head that normally I would like this sort of thing..the teasing turns me on...but I was soooo tired that I just wasn't in the mood.  It was more annoying at that point.  I just wanted to go home and go to bed.  Eventually his hand found it's way tot he top of my blouse and then inside of it.  I pulled his hand out and said I was really tired.  He said he okay and that he understood, so I thought he was going to get out of the car.  But then he put his hand on my shoulder and slowly moved it downward, saying, "your skin is just so nice and smooth, I could help but to touch it,  I just wanted to feel it for a moment". Of course I was thinking, yea yea..is this your "move".  Is this how you get the girls?  Then, to my surprise, he said, "I forgot that you liked aggressive guys".  I had forgotten I told him that...and I was surprised that he even remembered.

Naturally, by this point his hand is back in my blouse, cupping my right breast and freeing it from the containment of the bra cup.  I tried pulling his hand out again but he held steady and I couldn't move it.  He was really strong.  He started to softly kiss my arm, slowly and sensually, up to my neck.  I was still trying to move his hand...making a little progress, but not very much.  Still saying I was tired.  Next thing I know, I felt some pain on my arm.  He was biting me!  "Ouch I said, what are you doing?", and I tried to push him away.  This meant letting go of the hand still in my blouse.  I immediately went back to trying to pull that out and then he started biting me again!  I said, "what are you doing, that hurts! Why are you biting me?". He said, "you're going to have to let my hand stay where it's at if you want me to stop".  I knew this was true because I couldn't focus on moving his hand and stopping biting at the same time.  So far a second I stopped fighting with a sigh.  It was my intention to go right back to removing his hand...but he was already pulling my breast out of the shirt and his head was moving towards it.  So now the tip of my breast is in his mouth and of course, I am trying to push him away, but his other hand was strong enough to keep me from doing so...and I was trying to back up out of his mouth but I could only go back so far since I was still sitting in the driver's seat.

I hated to admit it, but that his strength and insistence at giving me pleasure was turning me on.  My hand went from pushing and pulling to just laying on his head...then sort of caressing his head and going with the flow of it's movement...sort of like when you're giving a guy head and his hand is guiding your head up and down.  The sensation in my breast started to get stronger...and so did my breathing.  Then my body started moving back and forth....I had given into the pleasure.  Realizing this I guess he figured he could keep going. So while he was still sucking on my nipple, his other hand was moving up and down my thigh.  I'm sure you can guess where it eventually found itself.  Still on the outside of my pants, he start gentle moving his hand back and forth and in circle around my area.  His hand moved further down and parted my legs.  Long past resisting, my legs opened up for him easily...and his hand slowly slipped into my pants then into my panties.  This teasing was driving me crazy...he started slow with everything.  And I loved every second of it.  Soon I was trying to contain my growing groans as he slowly caressed my bare area gaining speed a little bit at a time. His lips and his other hand were softly touching and kissing me wherever they could, while he worked my area into a gyrating frenzy.  I couldn't hold it any more...he was giving me so much more pleasure than I had ever experienced.  My moans were springing out of my lungs in between gasps for air.  I wasn't even sure how much more I could take..it felt so good but almost painfully good because every inch of my body was highly stimulated.  Not too much longer after that thought, I went quiet...in that way when you look like you're still making sounds but nothing is coming out.  I suppose my breath held a bit as I experienced wild vibrations and gyrations of my waste...cumming so hard and so long that I didn't realize I was digging into his skin deep enough to leave bruises.  I think that turned him on because he could tell how well he was dong at pleasuring me.

So finally, my body started to calm and I sat there trying to catch my breath.  The thought crossed my mind that now I would have to reciprocate...and I wasn't so sure I had the strength to do so.  While I was gathering myself he was still stroking and caressing my arms and legs, but more in a calming way..it was actually quite comforting, sort of like spooning after sex. He kissed my neck and cheek a few times then asked me if I was alright.  I thought that was pretty sweet..like he actually cared.  Then to my astonishment and relief, he told me to drive home safely and let him know when I got there.  Then he got out of the car.  I caught a glimpse of this big goofy smile on his face..as if to say "success!".

If I have to go through that sort of thing every time I try to get a man out of my car so I can go to bed, sign me up to give rides every day of the week.  Just thinking about it I'm getting excited again.