My short story creations....Alittle bit of everything

Room with a view...pt 5

"Good girl." He breathed, the fiery look of lust plain in his eyes.

He let his lips brush up against mine again, but this time he kissed me. Fully pressing his lips to mine, I moaned into his mouth, he tasted like heaven, his minty breath he caressed my tongue with his. He tilted his head to the side for better access, I granted it, anything he wants at that moment he could have asked and I would have done it.

I started riding his fingers that were in my, so close to orgasm, I'm half out of my mind. Just when I think he's going to give in and let me cum, he pulls away from the kiss and pulls his finger out of my dripping sex. I cry out at the sudden loss of both his mouth on mine and his fingers. Sir held me in

place, allowing me to come back from the high I just experienced.

He gently placed my leg back down on the floor, pulled my dress down and sucked on his fingers as he watched me watching him.

Finally my breathing was getting back to normal, it didn't sound like pounding

in my ears anymore. Sir looked at me, satisfaction in his eyes and said, "That

was part of your punishment, the other part is you don't get to clean up yet,

you must go to dinner feeling your wetness and think about how different things

would be if you would have just done as I'd asked."

I fought to control my face, never one for poker, you can normally tell what I'm

thinking at any moment. In my head I was having a mini tantrum, why can't I just clean up alittle bit? I could feel my wetness even on my thighs. This was going to be a long night.

"Yes sir." I sighed.

"Now lets go, you've made us late enough." Sir said walking to the already open

door, waiting for me to follow.

I could have sworn I heard the next door neighbors door close when we walked out.

As sir put his hand on the small of my back, I asked him, "Didn't you want to

wash up or anything?"

He looked at me and smiled as we were nearing his car.

"Thanks, but I quite like the smell of you on my fingers," Was his reply.

Once again I felt my face heat up.

He opened the car door for me, waited for me to get in. I was very careful with

the way I got in the car, I could still feel how wet I was, luckily my dress was

knee length so it added some comfort.

We drove with comfortable conversation, talking about each others stressful day at work, work in general, we even played 20 questions. The drive was good, it wasn't awkward at all. It was nice to sit back and enjoy someone else's company that seemed to get me so well. Thankfully the drive was enough to distract me from my lower regions current problem, but every time I shifted in my seat I could feel how wet I still was.