What mattered wasn’t how she came to be where she was, what mattered was what you were going to do about it. Her right foot on the counter by the stove, the left on the opposite counter by the dishwasher, and both hands holding onto the counter behind her with her legs spread; waiting for you to come in the tiny galley kitchen. You smell the excitement coming from her pussy, which is waiting for you; exposed by her dress riding up on her hips.
She’s not moving as you approach, her face so neutral it’s almost angry except for the look of primal lust in her eyes that says, “If you want to fuck me, you’re going to work for it.” You take out your cock so she can see that you’re semi hard and getting harder, step between her stocking clad legs, and rub yourself against her. Now she moves, her hips instinctively rolling forward and backwards, feeling her juices smear against your cock until you’re dripping as much as she is.
One quick push and you’re in. Her mouth opens in a little ‘o’ of surprise, as if you did something totally unexpected, but the pink tongue flicking out to moisten her lips says otherwise. Holding her thighs, you offer without words to hold her up and wrap those nylon covered legs of hers around your waist, but a minute shake of her head and they stay where they are. Your task at the moment is very clear; you plunge as deep inside of her as you can, back and forth, in and out, the sounds of your bodies oddly reflected off the kitchen walls.
Now she makes a noise. A keening that starts somewhere deep in her body gradually grows until she’s practically screaming at the top of her lungs. Fuck the neighbors, they’ve heard it before. She’s now screaming like the bansidhe from the stories of her Celtic ancestors, her auburn curls whipping wildly back and forth, and you feel her pussy grab at your cock; she’s coming. You’re glad her hands are on the countertop; otherwise the furrows her nails leave in the Formica would be on your back and ass.
“Now!” She cries, her lilting Irish accent now guttural and almost ugly, “Cum in me damn you!”
There’s a loud thump as she finally lets go of the countertop and you’re both propelled backwards against the wall, hips jerking against hers as you cum. She cries out again, her nails raking across the back of your shirt leaving red marks underneath instead of a bloody trail. You gradually slow, her pussy greedily milking the last drops of cum from your cock before you both gasp as it’s ejected.
“What do you want for dinner?” You ask jokingly.
”I thought we’d just eat out.”
MUAH HA HA HA!!! I now rule the TRI STATE AREA!
