Another week almost over. It’s, what you would call, the little hours of Saturday and we’re both still up.
“Did you see him dancing in the corner with that hot guy?” I say, giggling hysterically for no reason whatsoever.
“I can’t believe he pulled tonight. And, just between you and me and said as a guy… that was a fucking stud!” he says. We’re both slightly inebriated, by the way. He’s been fondling me for the last half hour. He kisses one of my breasts, can’t quite register which one.
“I mean, if he were straight, would you have gone for him?” he asks me.
“Definitely. Without a doubt. Fuckin’ aye, he was gorgeous. But…”
“But what?” he asks , while tickling my belly.
I try to say something, but fail miserably.
“What? What are you thinking about?”
I get my act together and say: ” You’re much fitter than all of the guys in the bar tonight.”
“I’m flattered. Honestly. Now, can I kiss you?”
“You don’t have to ask, babe.” I say, leaning towards him. He kisses me, and it’s clear that he wants me. I can feel his erection pressing urgently against my stomach.
He wants to whisper something in my ear, but he slurs a bit, which makes him giggle. He’s a wuss when it comes to alcohol. Finally, he manages to form a sentence.
“Do you feel me?”
I nod. I mean, he’s touching me. Of course I feel him.
“No, no. Do you feel me? Do you feel what you’re doing to me? God, you get me so hard, I can’t… I just can’t resist you.”
I blush. Good to know that I still turn him on. Even when we’re both slightly drunk. He grins devilishly and continues.
“And oh, what I’m going to do to you. First, I’m going to kiss you, hard, so fucking hard, you’ll be blown away. I’m going to kiss your breasts, soft, tender…”
His words are turning me on. Even though he’s slightly incoherent….
“And then I’m going to lick your body, every single spot, every spot that turns you on, cos I know what turns you on, babe. I’m going to lick my way down to your cunt, your wet, sweet cunt and then, crikey, I’m going to make you writhe. I’m going to make you moan, like never before. And then… then I’m going to fuck you. Oh, I can just imagine it. I’m deep inside you, deep in your warmth…”
I give him a kiss. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”
“Trust me, babe, I know. I know that I want you, I want you so bad, it hurts. I want to see your face when you come and I want you to… God, I want you to look at me. Look at me when I come. I want you to see what I’m feeling inside. You make me so horny, and I just want your hot little body against mine.”
I grin. Can’t help myself.
“Then do it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” I whisper. “Pound my pussy, get that gorgeous, hard cock deep inside me.”
He smiles. “See, it’s more fun when you do it too.” he says.
“What, talk dirty?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes. That Welsh lilt makes everything sound dirtier.” he growls. “You know what? I’m going to make you come so hard that no other man will be good enough for you.”
He turns me on my back and straddles me.
“Ride ’em cowboy.” I say, winking. It’s this thing we do. Our little quirks. No matter what they say, our Dirty Saturdays are the best…