It was a new week.... new feelings.... newly found romance... Michael and
I had been spending Friday nights together. We were looking forward to the
Thanksgiving holiday weekend. After spending some long nights talking and
being in each others' arms, we realized we had much to be thankful for and
we planned to spend the entire weekend "thanking" each other.
I drove into town to pick up some last minute dinner ingredients and picked
him up Thursday morning. He was ready and waiting at the door with his duffle
bag packed for the weekend. By now, his housemate was aware that we were
seeing each other and he was happy for us both and was sworn to secrecy until
after Michael's graduation.
We still weren't sure what we would do then but we had until January to
figure that out. We DID know that we were enjoying every minute we were
spending together and so we decided to concentrate on that for now.
We got back to the house and I started fixing the stuffing for the turkey.
Michael and I both got deep into it as we mixed all the ingredients together
in the big bowl. We were having a wonderful time mixing the wet stuffing
ingredients with our fingers and were soon feeding each other the wet mixture
of bread, sausage, onions and were licking each others' fingers in between
kissing and laughing. Yes, it was going to be a delightful Thanksgiving
feast.
We had gotten a small turkey since it was just the two of us. And we soon
had it stuffed and baking in the oven. We retired to the living room to snuggle
together while we watched the Macy's Parade. I lay back against Michael
on the sofa and he reached forward and caressed my breasts as we watched
the TV. It seems that he is quite happy when he has his hands on my ample
breasts and I love the feeling so I let him enjoy them whenever he has the
opportunity.
The aroma of roasting turkey permeated the house and once the parade was
over, I decided to organize the rest of the dinner while Michael sat and
watched some of the football pre-game shows. Little did he know that I had
"cooked up" a little pre-game show of my own that would soon have his attention
on something other than the TV.
I had everything ready for last minute preparation and told Michael I was
going to get changed for dinner and I'd be back out in a few minutes. I'm
sure he had no idea what was in my mind, as we certainly hadn't discussed
"dressing up" for dinner but I was more interested in "dressing down" for
THIS particular meal. I was sure he'd love the effort.
I had ordered one of those skimpy "maid's" costumes from on-line. I had
to special order it in my XXX large size and even then my breasts threatened
to spill out of the top. That was the intended effect anyway, so I didn't
care - and I knew this particular outfit wasn't going to stay on very long
anyway. There was the little black dress with a crisp white apron which
barely came below my pussy in the front and didn't even have a back, so
I didn't have to worry about the length back there. There were black stockings
and a garter belt to hold them up, so the straps, as well as some of the skin
on my upper thighs, was visible below the skirt. I had bought some short
black leather heels with straps holding them on. I put on deep red lipstick
and plenty of eye makeup, too. Looking at the final picture in my full-length
mirror, I had to admit that I looked incredibly slutty and I would definitely
not share this view with anyone but Michael.
I knew we had about 2 more hours of roasting time and I thought this little
number would certainly occupy our time for at least that long. I went back
downstairs and got Michael's attention by asking him if there was anything
this maid could serve him. He turned to look at me and almost jumped off
the sofa in surprise. I told him to just lie there and relax and that I
would bring him anything he wanted.
He finally caught his breath and replied that all he wanted right then was
me, so I told him he'd have to turn off the TV if he wanted ME instead. His
hands were on the remote in an instant and he turned off the TV and just
stared at me as I slowly walked over to him. He remarked that he had not
expected me to be wearing this outfit and I told him that this was his new
pre-game entertainment and that I was there to see to his every need. His
hand had reached down to the tell-tale bulge at his crotch and he looked
down and quietly said that he had a "need" right there that I could take
care of.
I smiled softly and leaned down to kiss him, giving him an incredible view
of my breasts and the cleavage this tight bodice created. He reached up
with his hands to lightly rub across the skin that was showing and I responded
by leaning my head back and sighing. He teased my nipples through the thin
fabric and they immediately became hard and ached to be free of this costume,
but I wanted it to stay on just a little while longer. I pulled his shirt
up over his head and rubbed his chest before leaning farther down to kiss
his nipples until they, too, were hard and in need of some serious nibbling.
I love to lick and suck on his nipples almost as much as I love having him
do it to me. Rubbing my flat tongue over them, teasing them bye flicking
the tip across them, and then sucking them between my lips... first one
and then the other. I could have spent much more time enjoying the sweet
torture I was putting him through, but I wanted to do more for this pre-game
show. So... while continuing to pleasure his aching nipples, I reached down
and unzipped his pants and lowered them as he shifted his hips to help.
He wasn't wearing any underwear which made my task so much easier.
I grasped his already hardening cock and stroked it gently. His eyes were
closed and there was a smile on his face that answered any questions I had
about what he'd rather be doing right now. (Not that there really WAS a
question in my mind that he'd rather be doing this than watching TV) I quickly
moved my face down to his cock and lightly kissed it all over. It was such
fun teasing him just a little before giving his cock more serious attention.
I planted little kisses all over the shaft and his balls and then along
his inner thighs and then changed to light licks and nibbles. His hips would
thrust forward every time my mouth would near the head of his cock and I
would feel it jerk as if trying to get in between my lips but I knew we had
the whole weekend and I wanted to play just a little, first.
I started licking in longer strokes, up the insides of his thighs until I
reached his balls. Then I would lick all around them.... until I licked
right up the length of his shaft. I held his cock in one hand and continued
to lick it all over. My tongue would wrap around it first in one direction
and then in the other until I reached the head and even I could stand the
temptation no longer. I slowly lowered my mouth down to take in as much
of this hard cock as I could. I looked up at him and he was smiling at this
view of these heavily lipsticked lips engulfing his shaft. My tongue was
still busy inside my mouth, rubbing the head and pressing into that so-sensitive
slit, licking off any pre-cum that it found.
I moved my mouth up and down his cock, not really sucking at all, but licking
and getting it really wet. I had to hold his hips still so that he wouldn't
start thrusting into my mouth since I didn't want him to cum, just yet.
I knew that all this time I had been getting wetter, myself, and I desperately
wanted to feel his cock slide right into my aching pussy.
I slid back up his body and kissed him hard and long, my tongue seeking out
his in a passionate duel. I rubbed my crotch against his cock until it slid
closer to my wet lips. He tried to work the head into my pussy, but I pulled
back, letting him know that he wasn't to do anything right then. I wanted
to do everything for him this time and I was sure he'd be able to think of
some way to make it up to me before the weekend was over.
He was slick with the combination of his precum, my saliva, and the sweet
juices from between my legs. I turned my back to him so that he could now
get the full view of the backless costume. His hands immediately went to
my ass and began massaging my cheeks and running his fingers up and down
my back. I grabbed his cock and lowered myself down on it. I loved how he
filled me up and I let him finally thrust up against me now after having
made him wait so long. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down hard
against him. I reached my hand down between my legs and began alternately
rubbing his balls and rubbing my thumb against my throbbing clit.
I rubbed my clit harder and faster as our thrusting tempo increased. We
were both out of control after all the teasing I had done. He drove his
cock into me with a force I hadn't felt before. We both had a single goal
and it wasn't long before I was crying out his name between moans of pleasure
and feeling his hot cum spurting up inside me. We both came with such force
that I could feel our combined juices flowing back out of me and coating
his balls. I reached down and rubbed it in as we still rocked with each
other in the tremors of our orgasms.
I was glad his pants were still under us or I would have had stains on my
sofa that would have been very difficult to explain to any visiting faculty
members. But, if I hadn't, the stains would have been well worth the difficulty
of creating an explanation. His cock stayed hard inside me while my pussy
continued to throb with the "after shocks" of that orgasm. Oh, how I loved
what this man and I could do together. Knowing that we would be together
the entire weekend sent more waves of pleasure straight to my pussy muscles
and they throbbed around his cock once more.
I gently slid off Michael and asked him to join me up in the bedroom, as
we still had time before the turkey would be ready. Once there, I let him
undo the pieces of my entertaining costume and, once the dress came off,
he showered my breasts with the kisses and caresses he had been dying to
give me earlier. He gently pushed me back against the bed and I lay back
and gave him free reign with my body. He undid the stockings and rolled
each of them down my legs while kissing my exposed skin as he moved down.
After baring my feet, he licked each toe and then sucked it into his mouth.
He was starting to have a little fun, as well, it seemed. He slowly kissed
his way back up the insides of my legs and once he reached the insides of
my upper thighs, my legs spread wide so that he could see the results of
our lovemaking session. I knew I was dripping our combined juices, but
he continued to lick until he reached the puffy lips of my pussy. He licked
them and sucked them between his lips, nibbling and tormenting me as I had
tormented him earlier. (Whoever said "paybacks are hell" never got paid
back quite like THIS!!) I was enjoying every minute of this.
His tongue worked its magic on me as he continued to lick and then finally
reached my clit. He sucked on it and then slid a couple fingers deep into
me. I thrust up against him as he flicked his tongue across my hard clit.
He knows how much that drives me wild and by alternating the licking and
sucking, he quickly brought me to yet another incredible orgasm.
He held me close afterward. I knew we didn't have much time before we had
a very well-done bird in the oven, but it felt so wonderful to just linger
there a few moments in his arms, savoring the passion between us. We both
got up and went into the bathroom and took a quick shower.. each of us washing
the other. And then we dried each other off, put on just our robes and went
back down to the kitchen.
We finished the last-minute preparations and sat down to eat one of the
best Thanksgiving dinners I had ever eaten. Perhaps our ravenous appetites
made it taste better than usual.... or maybe it was being with each other
that made it that way. We didn't care, but we knew it was a dinner to refuel
ourselves before we spent the REST of the weekend thinking of more ways to
show how thankful we were to be with each other.