I made it through my Friday at work unscathed, most likely because I was floating on cloud nine from the night before.

The texting between Eric and I started in the afternoon and we made plans to meet up on Saturday night after our commitments.  I was going to a “surprise” birthday party and he was having dinner at a friend’s house.

Friday night and most of Saturday were a blur.  I had gone out in the afternoon with some friends to get the appropriate Western attire for our friend’s party.  As everyone joked about how she planned the whole thing herself, and yet it was a surprise party for her, I was busy picking out a black retro-fitted shirt dress.  

To me, it wasn’t about the party.  It was what I was going to be wearing underneath for my meet-up with Eric.

The party went how I expected it to go.  Conversations about how I need to put myself out there and maybe even play the field for a while.  All great advice, mostly coming from people in relationships.  Many of them, I knew for a fact were miserable.  Just as the drama was starting at my party, Eric texted me.  

My initial plan was that I was going to drive over to his place, but through boredom, I drank my way out of that decision, and he said that he’d pick me up.

He texted me that he was outside in a black SUV and I snuck out the side as my friend, the birthday girl, was in tears because her boyfriend didn’t propose…….yes, propose.

I grabbed my backpack from my car and as I approached, the rear window rolled down and Eric pushed open the door.  I climbed and he introduced me to Eugene, the driver.  Eric helped Eugene start his own company, so when Eric goes out, Eugene or his son gives him a ride.

The ride to Eric’s house wasn’t that long, but uncomfortable as Eugene did his best not to look back at me through the mirror and make eye contact as we behaved ourselves.

We got dropped off at his house and made our way inside.  The house had been newly remodeled and everything seemed to be meticulously designed inside and out.

One of Eric’s many jobs is flipping properties and he chose to keep the property and live there, partially due to the divorce, partially due to the high interest rates/economy, and his ex-wife didn’t like it, making it easier in their negotiations.  

He showed me around and the tour ended in the master suite.  I made a joke that “of course, it finished there”. He laughed and told me to put my bag down and we headed back downstairs.

Since we had sex days earlier, there was comfort, but I still was not 100% comfortable, especially being at his place.  I had it in my mind to let Eric lead and initiate since it was his “sleepover”.

We found ourselves back in his kitchen and we kissed for the first time that evening.  It was long and lingering, which calmed my nerves and seemed to do the same for him.

I watched as he took two wine glasses out of the cabinet and opened the bottle that was sitting on the counter.  As he poured some wine, I noticed a malachite box on the counter near a bowl of apples.  He took notice and told me to open it.

Inside were a few hand-rolled joints and some gummies.  I would later find the identical box in his sitting area off of his bedroom.  He offered and I told him “Maybe in a bit”.

I was no stranger to smoking and knew that it would amplify my horniness with the amount of red wine that I had already consumed.

We hung out in the kitchen and our conversation meandered between what had happened to us that evening and was interrupted by laughing and mini make-out sessions.

I finally gave in and asked where he usually got high.  He said anywhere on the property but suggested that we go to the deck off of the bedroom.

Eric’s master suite is exactly that.  It has a nice-sized bedroom, a large walk-in closet, a large bathroom, a sitting area, and an office nook that is behind a wall and gas fireplace.  It’s basically the size of my apartment.

The deck is not that big, but cozy for two people and we continued our conversation from the kitchen.  Eric dug further into my friend and her party as we smoked and continued to drink.

He excused himself and went inside to use the bathroom and I being stoned followed him into the bedroom, and looked around.

When he returned, I then used the bathroom and decided that it was time to escalate the evening.  I undid two of the buttons on my dress, made my way back to the bedroom, and found him sitting on the foot of the bed.  We were both thinking the same thing.

Eric watched as I stood in front of him and my hands lightly drifted over my dress before I slowly began to unbutton it.

I worked my way down the buttons of my dress and he watched me peel it off my shoulders, exposing my sheer black bra and panty set as it dropped to the ground.

He sat there as I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned in for a long and passionate kiss before lowering myself to my knees between his legs.

His grin got bigger as he watched me gently rub his hardened bulge and after an almost awkward moment, his pants were discarded to the side and he watched as my head lowered to his waiting cock.

My tongue began exploring the tip and shaft of his hard cock.  He watched as I licked, sucked, and slurped his cock, then work my way down his shaft to his balls, where I began working them in my mouth while I pumped his shaft and looked up at his boyish grin that was combined with amazement.

I was more at ease than two nights earlier and my slutty confidence showed as I deliberately took my time and savoured every moment.

After I finished with his balls I came up and let out a breath before attacking his cock one final time.

Eric couldn't hold back the moans and praise as I sloppily slurped his cock and pumped his shaft.

My mouth separated from his cock for the final time and he put his hand under my chin and gently forced me upward to his face.  The thought of him grabbing my throat turned me on more than he could know.

He forcefully kissed my wet plump lips and I moaned with excitement.

I grabbed his hand and guided it into my panties.

"Oh my fucking gawd, you are dripping wet."

I smiled as his head lowered to my breasts and he nibbled and tugged at my nipples before throwing me onto my bed.

I tried to move back, but he grabbed me and pulled me to the edge.

There was no teasing or continued breast play. Eric tugged at my panties and threw them to the side and pulled me even closer to the edge.

I was losing it and wanted him inside of me, but he wanted something else. I felt his hot breath, then his tongue began to burrow into my wet slit.

I grabbed the sheets and occasionally grabbed my breasts as he began to focus solely on my pearl.

I knew it was only a matter of time until I came, but I wanted him inside me and I begged him continuously to no avail. He just kept going after my pearl, then he tease the base of my slit with his finger which threw me over the edge.

I was losing it and wanted him inside me and I tried rolling my hips into him to get penetration, but he wasn't allowing it. I finally felt the orgasm build and then release inside of me. I let out a loud "Oh my gawd, yes" as he released the lock on my pearl and finally lapped up the juices in my wet slit.

My ass was practically hanging off my bed and with Eric on his knees, he fed my wet slit with the tip of his hard cock.

He was not rough, but rougher than he'd been during our first encounter, and he pumped his cock inside me hard and fast.

He kept up the pace for a while before pulling out and I scooted back on the bed and spread my legs inviting him back inside of me.

Eric re-entered me and I let out a moan of glee.

He picked up his pace where he left off as he was propped up above me and leaned in for a kiss.

I raised my legs and his strokes felt deeper and his pace slowed a bit to where he began to work my wet little pussy.

Our eyes locked and he concentrated on his strokes and watched my reaction when he threw in a hard fuck or a grind at the end of a thrust.

He would leave himself deep inside me and I'd grind and roll my hips, then he would draw back and continue driving his cock deep inside of me.

His pace was hard, slow, and deep, and I could feel every inch of him inside my stretched little pussy.

I squeezed his ass cheeks as he continued to fuck me. Our bodies were in sync and the feeling that usually builds in my core was full body.

Our eyes were locked on each other and I lowered my legs and every one of his thrusts was met with a hip thrust by me.

He finally broke the silence and told me that he was close to cumming which unleashed my dirty talk on how I wanted him to cum deep inside of me, and just after I said the last word, He thrust hard and deep inside of me and I felt the twitch which triggered my orgasm.

After that brief stop, Eric drew back and thrust hard inside of me, which pushed me over the edge. He continued to thrust while he drained every last drop deep inside me.

He remained propped above me and looked down at me as we were both panting in the aftermath.

The wine, the weed, and the full-body orgasm left my entire body in a state of vibration.

He slowly moved his hips as I enjoyed the fleeting feeling of my orgasm and him inside of me, before leaning into me and kissing me.

Our heads separated and nothing was said in a span where something is usually said after sex of that magnitude. He broke the awkwardness with another kiss and then rolled off of me and I turned toward him gave him a brief kiss and gazed at him grinning in our post-coital glow.

I finally mustered the energy and headed to the bathroom.  When I returned I found him on the couch in the sitting area waiting for me to join him to finish the joint. He was in his boxers and a t-shirt and I grabbed a hoody and a pair of boy shorts and joined him on the couch.  We finished our wine and got high as nothing happened aside from having mind-blowing sex.