30 Minutes to Home

Surita looked up at me. "Even just a blowjob would take the edge off and help me get through the night," she said with a feisty smile. It was impossible not to think of other shapes those lips could make.

We were inside her pied-a-terre in the city. In the backyard, several of her friends were sitting around, drinking beers, enjoying the rapidly cooling evening air, and killing time before they went to a concert.

Me? I had come by at Surita's invitation while on my way home. It was my night to stay home, and I didn't have a ticket to the concert. Not that I would have known the band anyway: Surita and I share many things, but musical taste is not one of them. Anyway, I had enjoyed one beer and some conversation before making my excuses and heading for home.

Surita had offered to walk me out, and as soon as we turned the corner away from the backyard, we had started making out. Her lips crashed into mine, and my hands gripped her hips, with one wandering up into her hair until I decided that she might want to keep it somewhat styled for the concert.

Our lips and tongues teased and tickled and twisted for only a minute or two before she broke away and propositioned me with some oral sex.

I still had 30 minutes to get home. Home was only 10 minutes away.

"Ok," I said, smiling wide. I grabbed her and all but shoved her into the bathroom to my right.

Surita wasted no time, immediately dropping to her knees and undoing the button fly to my jeans. Our kissing session in the hallway had already produced an effect on me, and my cock sprang out, halfway hard, as she pulled down the waistband of my underwear.

I slid a couple of fingers under her chin to turn her head up for another kiss, but she swatted my hand away, saying, "we're on a schedule," and before I could react, her mouth was on me. My dick immediately swelled in her warmth and wetness. I groaned and leaned back against the door, which closed with a click. We'd been so focused on the event that neither of us had noticed that it hadn't shut all the way before now.

The mirror directly in front of me gave me a great view of the back of Surita's head bobbing up and down as she demonstrated just how edgy she had been. No fooling around, no foreplay like our usual visits. This was all business as she worked her lips up and down my cock, her tongue pressuring my sensitive veins with each movement. My right hand knotted into her long, black hair, no longer caring if I messed it up, as her left hand came up to fondle my balls and her right pushed under my tee shirt to feel my abs and keep me tight against the door. I saw the henna tattoos across both of them and wished that I had more time to investigate them. One of her favorite things was when I stripped her naked and then left most of her body naked and neglected to kiss along her tattooed hands and wrists. No time for that tonight, though.

A long nail ran across the skin of my balls, causing me to gasp in the way she knew it would. Almost without thinking, I was then lifting her up and saying, "a blowjob's not enough right now." Any questions she had were cut off as I opened the door and pushed her through, both of us turning towards the bedroom.

I did have enough courtesy, in case anyone had come in, to tuck myself back into my underwear, but there wasn't enough time to worry about pulling up my jeans. And it was only a few feet to the bedroom anyway.

We threw ourselves inside, making sure the door closed this time, and immediately our lips were locked together again. This time, though, my hands were busy undoing her belt and then, with the aid of some quite pleasing little wiggles of her hips, moving her pants and underwear down until she kicked them away. Mine soon followed.

I would like to tell you about how I enjoyed the look of her: dark, smooth skin that always made such a nice contrast with my paleness; bright brown eyes that were always inviting men (and the occasional woman) to rise to the challenge; a figure that befit her age and experience but that, I knew from a story she liked to tell, also got a suitable response from men 15 years her junior. But neither of us were focused on that at the moment.

I can't even tell you who got us on the bed. She fell backwards with her hand gripping my shirt at the same time as I was pushing her by the shoulders. Whatever happened, we fell next to each other, my hand already moving between her legs. I started playing with her clit, but she again pushed me away, dipping her own fingers into her pussy and then rearranging me into a standing position. Again her mouth surrounded my cock: two quick sucks and then she spread herself back onto the bed. "Fuck me. Now."

I lined myself up with her and began pushing forward. Definitely not slowly, but softly. "I didn't think we had that much time," she said, wickedly. "Fuck me!"

Using my left hand to keep myself aligned with her, I put my right hand on the bed just above her shoulder and thrust all of the way into her. She let out a small yelp that turned into a hiss as she tried not to give the whole game away to her friends outside. I quickly moved my left hand up to her mouth, and she greedily sucked two of my fingers in as I started pounding away at her. "Yes," she muttered around my fingers before digging her teeth into them, not all that gently.

But then, I was anything but gentle as I started fucking her the way she wanted. I could feel her legs starting to wrap around my thighs, and I could also feel the sweat beading on my brow and starting to drop down on our joining. Not that we needed any more lubrication there; a wet slap could be faintly heard each time I fucked into her.

"Fuck, Surita, I just came over for a beer and to say hi," I said.

"Shut up," she said, spitting my fingers out. "You knew what you thought might happen." That sexy blaze was back in her eyes.

Surita pulled up my shirt with her left hand and began pushing against my chest with her right in time to my thrusts. I thought about taking her shirt and bra off to show off her tits, but that would have been an interruption, and we weren't going to get interrupted for anything right now.

"I know what I thought might happen, but it seems like you knew what was going to happen," I said with what I hoped was a sly grin.

Surita grabbed a couple of hairs from my happy trail and twisted, causing me to gasp. "I did. I was going to make you cum tonight. And I'm still waiting." She bucked her hips up just a little bit to further encourage me.

"You won't have to wait long," I managed to say as I felt that moment fast approaching.

"Good," she said. "Cum for me. While I'm dancing at the concert, I want other people to look at me and think about fucking me, not knowing that I've already been well-fucked tonight."

She got those last words out just before my orgasm rushed through me. I buckled forward toward her, stopping myself with a hand pressing down between her breasts. My cock throbbed, almost painfully but pleasurably, and Surita cooed as she felt me cum, throbbing three, then four times into her.

I moved my hand to the bed and tried to catch my breath, but Surita was already moving. She pushed me away to fall on the bed on my own as she got up, gathered the garments that had been on her legs, and opened the door to the bedroom. "Don't get lazy now," she said. "We both have places to be. You know where the door is."

And like that, she was off to get ready for her concert. And a few minutes later, I was on my way home.