(Episode 7)
By Emdee David
Sex on the table
Thelma and I couldn’t concentrate on the food after a while. Nothing was distracting us apart from ourselves – our naked bodies. We were distracting ourselves from the food; my dick was rising again. Was it the pepper soup? Thelma’s nipples seemed to have gained some weight. They stood erect, wanting some action.
I stretched my legs across to her under the dining table, to the seat on which Thelma had placed her soft butts. With my toe I searched for her labia majora, the outer lips of her vagina. It gave way easily as she opened her thighs wider for me. My toe went further to the labia minora, the smaller inner lips that run along the edges of the vagina. I never knew it would enter. The pleasure it brought her was obvious on her face. She also stretched her legs to touch the tip of my dick, she scratched it with her toe’s nails.
We smiled to each other and we both knew we were now together.
Above the table, I pushed the numerous plates on the table to one side and she helped put down the jugs and the glasses – she didn’t want them to break, I guess; women with care for kitchen things. Then my fingers were on the swollen nipples, her hands were on my chest also. Her eyes were closed most of the time, in pleasure, but my eyes were opened – I loved watching the sensual expression on her face.
When a girl is happy with a guy, she would do anything for him. It was a moment for me to make some hard requests, and I knew she would agree to it, since she didn’t want to lose me, as she had said.
“You hardly believe I love you, right?” I sure knew how to start.
“I do, baby, but sometimes…” she didn’t want to say it. So, I helped her out.
“Sometimes I make you doubt me.” She opened her eyes and only smiled. Her hands squeezed me harder.
“I’m sorry. But the truth is that I truly love you.”
“I know”
“I don’t just like the way things are going for me. You should be living in my house, and not the other way round.” I hope it hit that spot in all women.
“Baby,” she said. “But I am not complaining.”
“I am.” I suddenly released my hands and covered my face with them. My toes left her protruded clitoris too. What a way to protest. “And you make it so clear that you own everything here. You are not helping me to improve my life at all. You want everyone to know you are the madam.”
“Sweetheart, it’s not like that.” She stood up to meet me. “I am sorry, you know I love you and won’t want to hurt you.”
“But you are, you don’t even respect me, you talk to me anyhow. And even when I told you of the car, and the business I want to do, you talked me down. You… You….” Drama!
“Tony, please. Stop it.” She cut me.
“Oh, so you are shutting me down again?” I stood up, moved away, dangling my dick around. She rushed to held me.
“Ok, honey, I am sorry,” she said. “Is that why you were behaving like that to me these past weeks?” she was truly sorry, tears welling up in her eyes again. It was working. Revisiting her sins was a good scheme. And as I have studied, tears also got Thelma romantic.
“Yes.” I was almost shouting. Then she knelt down beside me. Bravado!
“OK, I will get you … the money.” She said. I smiled inside my mind. Bravo, Tony!
“No, I don’t want your money anymore” I shouted again. “I will find a way.” I moved towards the dining table in anger. But actually, I wanted her for an experiment on it. She followed me.
“Please, baby. My money is your money. I will get it tomorrow. I love you so much baby, I just want you to be happy.” She began to rub my chest with her palms. “Hold me please, honey.”
“I am sorry for shouting at you.” I said after a silence that lasted a whole minute. “I don’t know what got over me. Please, don’t give me the money again. I’m sorry.” Lie!
“That means you are still angry,” she said. “You have to take the money…. if you still love me.”
“I love you, you should know that,” I said and went for the back of her neck. Licking it religiously with my tongue. She soon started moaning and pushing her buttocks on my dick. It began to rise. After a while, she turned and we kissed passionately.
It was now time for the experiment. I laid her on her back on the now cleared dining table. Thank God for strong and quality woods the table was made of. Thelma was expectant, waiting patiently. I inserted my one-and-a-half inches finger into her vulva. Feeling a slight indentation inside her, I crook my finger as if making the motion to a single ‘come here.’ I kept stimulating her G-Spot and that brought her a depth of pleasure that was driving her crazy.
“Oh baby, come on, come on,” she was screaming and rubbing my dick hard. Oh, I love the way she screams. I kept crooking, kissing and massaging one of her breasts to the point of internal orgasm. At that point, her clitoris was all out, erect, almost the size of a child’s penis. Her hands began to pull me closer. She wanted my body around hers. So, I pulled her closer to the edge of the table and made her sit upright.
“Come in, honey. Please come in… oh God, I love you so much…. come in now… now please.”
I went in. she grabbed me so tightly, rubbing all over my body and finally rested her hands behind me pushing my waist closer and closer.
“Oh baby,” I said, to assure her I was enjoying the moment too. I truly was. Thinking of the money I would get the following day alone made me want to give it hard to her. But really, I was having fun; sexual pleasure must be the best kind of pleasure in the world. The celibate doesn’t really know what they are missing.
I went harder inside, almost touching her womb, or whatever it was that sat behind the vagina. Thelma screamed in ecstasy. Sweat covered our bodies. I pulled out and went in, faster and harder and Thelma began to shiver. I pushed her to lie on the table again and this time went on the top of her. Her legs bent over towards her head and I deep my erect penis into her warm vagina. The penetration brought further pleasure as I heard her whispered “Oh my God, oooooh, s-s-s-shit.” I waited a while inside while I rubbed her nipples. Then the moment came I knew she was sated and ready to cum. I began the thrusting again, gently but firm, back and forth until that desired screaming climax came and we almost fell off the table.
“I would die if you ever leave me, Tony.” She said after she caught her breath and lied on my bare body in the bathtub.
“Are you sure?” I asked jocosely. She giggled loudly in spite of her exhaustion.
“Please, don’t try it.”
“I won’t.” I said. Did I mean it? “I just want to be comfortable.”
“You will be, I assure you, baby.” That was her last word before we both slept off in the comfort of the cold water in the bathtub.
