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Lust On A Saturday Night

Teresa and I had only been together for a few weeks, just long enough for us to be confident in our feelings for one another. Even in public, I could barely keep my hands off her, and Teresa delighted in teasing me when I was least able to take advantage of her slim and inviting figure. This became a game between us, and she took every opportunity to drive me crazy with subtle touches and playful innuendos.

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It was a Saturday night and we were enjoying a nice dinner at one of those brew house restaurants that offered good drinks and loud music along with the meal. While we sat and enjoyed each other’s company, Teresa slipped her hand under the table and began squeezing my cock through my pants. For a good hour, she smiled that playful smile while enjoying my rising but frustrated arousal.

She was driving me crazy with desire and my cock throbbed under her touch. I was going crazy with lust and all I could think about was getting her home and giving her the hard fucking she so clearly wanted.

It was then that Teresa pushed me too far.

“Did you see the way the waitress was smiling at us?” she whispered into my ear. “She knows I’m playing with your cock. I bet it made her almost as wet as I am.” Then she giggled and squeezed me hard. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

My heart pounded and my self-control just snapped. With a feral grunt, I kissed her hard and then almost yanked her out of the booth. Dropping a hand-full of twenties on the table, I fixed my smoldering gaze on her. “You aren’t going to have to wait,” I said as I quickly led her outside.

Teresa actually yelped with surprise as I pushed her into the back seat of my car. “What are you doing! Oh, my god, David! There are people around! We can’t do it here!”

“Sure we can. It’s dark and no one is gonna care anyway. Besides, you’ve been making me crazy all night and I’m not waiting until we get home!”

“Oh god, David, I can’t believe you’re doing this!”

She might have been telling me no, but as I closed the door and slid up over her, she accepted my hot kiss without complaint. We fumbled hurriedly with our clothes until my pants were at my knees and her skirt was bunched up at her waist. When I brought my throbbing erection up to her soaking pussy, Teresa’s eyes grew wide and her breathing became ragged, and then she took my cock and guided it into her.

Feeling her wetness, I thrust hard, sinking my cock deep into her. Teresa clamped her eyes shut and whimpered in surrender as I began fucking her on the back seat. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly as we found our rhythm and soon we were kissing deeply as we fucked.

I’d already been on the edge of coming and it only took a few short minutes before I felt the heat of orgasm build in my belly. Teresa held me close and hooked her legs behind mine as I plunged hard into her.

“Come on, David. Fuck me, fuck me hard, baby. I want to feel you come!”

Moments later, my body became as hard as steel and I drove my cock deep as I exploded into her. It was an incredible moment and we were both laughing as I climbed over the seat and sped us out of the lot.

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About Milik Redman

I am a man of partial Native American heritage. I am a living contradiction. I am a poet and writer, a blue collar man and a closet philosopher. I am a responsible professional and a miscreant. I am a pacifist who believes in revenge. I am an anarchist who believes humanities greatest achievement is civilization and a man who believes that women have been suppressed by a hypocritical society for far too long.

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  1. “Good Day Yank,” usually came back in reply. It was a friendly greeting and did much to alleviate my fears. Soon I was in a residential neighborhood of modest, well kept houses with tiny yards and occasionally a car parked in front. As darkness approached, I sensed I’d find little of interest there.

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