Sunday Funday With The Man of the House by Patience Lee Page B

action.
     
    We sat together and ordered
the mother of all sundaes as I launched into a spirited
conversation about whatever I could think about. My hands gestured
wildly, resting on his thigh, his arm, everything. Hair flips. I
realized the subtle nature wasn't working about the time the sundae
was brought to our table. Phase two implemented. I proceed to drop
a spoon of ice cream and hot fudge onto my thigh as I shriek.
Michael looks over and, second nature and unthinking, goes to wipe
it away, effectively smearing it on my bare thigh.
     
    "God I'm such a dirty girl
right now, Michael", as I look into his eyes with all the innocence
I can muster. I didn't think it worked. He just went back to
texting and I went back to eating my sundae. Maybe David was
getting a rise out of this, I thought, but it doesn't seem to be
working as I hoped.
     
    Just as we were getting
ready to pay the check and leave, I realized I didn't get all the
hot fudge off me. I took my fingertip and parted my thighs, rubbing
the chocolate off me, all while Michael's eyes burned holes through
me. Well that got his attention. Apparently, Michael was a watcher.
I could work with this knowledge. My right hand went to hold my
skirt up, while my other hand brushed over the sheer thong and
rubbed down getting bits of chocolate off me. I looked at Michael,
licking my fingertips.
     
    "Yum", I whisper, "tastes so
good, step-daddy" as he adjusted himself trying to get out of the
booth.
     

 
    Around eight or nine o'clock
we decide to settle in for some television. I flip through the
channels, find some movie and start popping popcorn for snacks
after changing back into sweats and a tee. I lay back on the couch,
leaving Michael to sit at the end of the couch, my feet barely
touching his leg.
     
    The popcorn bowl gets lower
and lower as the movie progresses. The hero is finally getting the
girl, and they're making out in a loft on screen. Clothing slowly
gets removed, pieces falling into the hay as their bodies start to
meld. She's riding him, her back arched and her nipples hard. I
absently move my hand to under my sweats. I may not have had sex,
but I'm not innocent. I watch the movie, feeling hot and horny,
lightly teasing my clit with the tip of my finger. A sigh escapes
me. It is that sigh that causes Michael to look over. He sits,
staring, while I rub myself gently, getting myself wetter and
slicker with my juices, finally taking my eyes off the television
to look over at him.
     
    I didn't even have to speak
before his mouth was on mine.
     
    He engulfed my mouth, his
tongue darting in as I licked his neck and nibbled on his earlobe.
My tongue, hot and wet against the curve of his ear, flicking the
lobe to trail down the corner of his jawbone.
     
    "Fuck me slow, step-daddy,
because remember...I'm your pussy jackpot."
     
    Michael's eyes darted up at
me, shocked with the realization that I knew. My hands moved to
throw my shirt over the couch cushions, as I took his head in my
arm and drew his mouth onto my breast.
     
    "That's it, lick me, bite
me, make me scream." as the heat from his mouth set my nipple on
fire, rolling it between his incisors. The pale red flush spread
across my chest as his hand went down my sweats, fingering me,
taking over from where my hand was. I was dripping wet for him,
wanting him everywhere. I tried to slide his pants down, but he
swatted my hand away. After a few tries, he just took my hand and
held it over my head, forcibly restraining me from moving. His lips
fluttering everywhere on me, his tongue licking slow trails from my
breasts to navel, until finally it flicked over my clit, sending
pulses of energy throughout my body. My thighs were twitching from
anticipation, and I was panting from want.
     
    "Please, step-daddy" I
manage.
     
    "Please step-daddy, what?"
he growls over me.
     
    "Please fuck me, hard" as I
look into those steely eyes of his. It is then I feel him, his hand
fishing out his rigid cock, plunging it