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Sunday Brunch
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Sunday Brunch Sunday mornings are made for sleeping in, and having that second cup of coffee. In our quiet town it is also the morning for restaurant brunches. I love a brunch. It signifies that I was too lazy to eat breakfast, but I’m too damn hungry to wait for lunch. Plus, a bonus is that you have a sexy young man carving your ham for you as you watch. When else can you enjoy such service? I don’t even like ham, but I seem to get it every Sunday. Just to watch him carve it. He runs his hand over the roundness of the meat, and his knife expertly cuts into it in such a slow and methodical way. Like its butter. I imagine he must have expert hands. Hands that could run over my curves, and carve my stress away. I look up at him.. and realize he has asked me a question. I didn’t hear it. ‘More?’ He asks again. God, if only. The heat lamp hides my flushed cheeks and I nod, watching him slice into it again. He flicks the meat onto my plate, which currently only has a load of ham. I smile and say thank you, and I feel my panties get wetter and wetter as he says ‘My pleasure.’ His pleasure. I would love for him to feel his pleasure with my body as his tool. I turn and walk back to my table. My husband chuckles. ‘Thought you didn’t like ham.’ He says, and looks at me, knowing I am going to blush. I take a sip of my coffee. It’s black and hot. Another wonderful thing. I glance around the room and wonder how many other ladies here today get aroused by ham and the description of their coffee. I am different, and my husband knows that. He embraces it. He coaxes my unique mind, and gives me plenty of stimulation to keep my imagination churning out fantasies, as if some sexy little blacksmith is living inside my head, cranking a cog, turning a wheel, and with every turn another lucid thought presents itself as a possible sexual encounter. ‘He watched your ass as you walked away.’ He states, with no great wonder. He is used to his wife being watched. He enjoys it. He leans forward, closer to me across the table, but then pushes his plate beside mine and moves to the bench beside me. He takes me hand and moves it to rest on the bulge that has appeared in his pants. ‘Can you feel what that did to me? Watching that boy watch you?’ He asked as I rub my hand across his lap. The imagery of him stroking himself, watching that server fuck me from behind, dances across my mind. ‘Do you want him that bad, my love?’ He asks me. I nod and wince. Want can be such a powerful feeling, and not knowing if it’s something I might actually be allowed to have intensifies the tightening and throbbing between my legs. ‘Well we should let him know, don’t you think?’ My husband smiles at me. My breath catches in my throat, and I get a pang of<b> anxiety. </font></b>Did I wear sexy panties? Do I look my best? How does my hair look? My mind races, and my husband, as perceptive as ever, reminds me how perfect I am and how lucky that boy is about to be. He gets up and strolls over to the ham station with his plate. I see them talking. I choke down a bite of ham. God, I hate ham. I down my coffee and try to look out the window, but I don’t see anything. My mind is consumed with wondering what the conversation is about. It could very well be a game that my husband is simply teasing me with. I hate disappointment as much as ham, so I try to remain nonchalant. I feel him sit back down, on his own side of the table. His plate is full again from the buffet, but there isn’t any ham on it. ‘Go use the bathroom.’ He says. Our eyes lock. ‘Why?’ I ask as I gulp. He points to the restroom sign with his fork. I can see that he is not planning on giving me any more information than that. It could still be him fucking with my mind. So I get up and try to casually walk to the bathroom. I glance over and see the server is missing from his station, and I trip on an imaginary line on the floor. I am nervous, and a casual walk is far from possible. I look back at our table and I see my husband is smiling and watching me. His hand is under the table. I open the restroom door, and it closes fast behind me. The boy is already in there, and he locks the door behind me. ‘Is this for real?’ He asks me, with a look of wonder on his face. I nod. He rushes to me and kisses me forcefully. He is eager. The weight of his body pushes me back against the counter and I enjoy the kiss, and kiss back. It is so full of youthful passion. I wrap one leg around his body, as his hands push my skirt up higher and higher on my hips. His hands are shaking and he is seeking, exploring, groping. I feel driven with lust and want nothing more than to feel his cock inside me. With ease, he pops me up onto the counter, still kissing me. I feel his hands fumbling with his pants, and I know this is going to be a very quick encounter. I am ok with that. I know just how aroused my husband is going to be, and that we will be driving home very quickly once I leave the bathroom. His fingers now are pulling my panties to the side and in one quick motion I feel his hard, uncut cock enter me. Deep and fast. He shudders and holds still for a moment. I didn’t expect it to be that quick! But he regains himself and pushes himself into me again, over and over. It is so rhythmic, and his kissing is still so deep and his tongue fills my mouth. He is holding me close, his body rocking with mine. I didn’t expect such intimacy, and I fully embrace him. I suddenly want nothing more than for this to last. His cock feels so wonderful, but his appreciation of me is what feels the best. He lets his mouth come away from mine and he whispers ‘Can I come in you?’ I hold him tight and beg him to. I feel his body stiffen and he leans into me, as if I am all that is holding him up. He raises his head off my shoulder finally and looks deep into my eyes. He kisses me again, and pulls out, his come dripping out of me immediately. He has filled me to overflowing. When I open the door I see that my husband has been waiting right outside. ‘That sounded so good princess. Did he fill you up nicely?’ I smile big at him. He pulls me in tight and kisses me on the forehead. ‘My little slut.’ He smiles at me and pulls me towards the car, and towards an afternoon of pleasure. |
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8/31/2020 1:32 am |
This was awesome, thank you for sharing
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