My Secret

We'd been to a wedding and drank far too much. Him, more than me. In the taxi home he told me, in explicit detail, about all the things he was going to do to me. I laughed it all off. He was far too drunk.

I hardly had time to close the door behind me when he was all over me. His tongue was down my throat and his hand up my skirt. For a change, right on the button. His excitement was infectious. Mouth on my boob sucking through the cloth. Slipping down on his knees. My skirt pushed around my waist. My knickers around my knees. I cried out when his tongue licked the whole length of me. Then, concentrating, deliciously, on my clit. I was really up for it, arching my back, my hands behind his head pulling him in. I was almost there. Moving now, opening my legs as far as my knickers would allow. Biting hard on my lower lip. Loving it. Then his head slipped through my hands and there was a soft bump.

I opened my eyes and looked down. He was on his back, fast asleep and snoring like a trooper. I could have willingly killed him. I was desperate so, right there in the hallway, I sat on his face. Taking a perverse delight in doing it. He snorted a bit but showed no sign of waking up. On my knees I positioned myself. His nose right in my crotch. Him snoring again was an added bonus all rather kinky as his lips trembled against my c**t. (sorry, but I hate cats and I'm not about to call my genitals after one) I rocked to and fro my clit like a wet piece of soap. Closer, I squashed myself down on him. He spluttered a bit but showed no sign of coming too. I was really into it bearing down. His head moving from side to side, struggling to find air. When I came it wasn't an orgasm it was an explosion.

The best part is that too this day he has no idea what happened. And I've certainly no intention of ever telling him. It's my secret.