Chapter 9 - The Margarita Made Me Do It

The date is set tonight in the next fifteen minutes. We're meeting at his place for drinks. It's chilly outside so I throw on my faux fur jacket and get in my Lexus.

His house is twelve minutes away. I speed the last five minutes as I need to get out of traffic and into a calmer situation. I do not handle stress well enough for someone who just took an incredible loss.

Yet, all I can think about is sucking Richard's cock.

I park my SUV on the driveway. I hesitate to walk up to the door or call his phone to let him know I'm outside. My first option is what I decide to do. As I get out of the vehicle I see the front door open.

He is standing there dressed casually while I am wearing a bodycon dress. I still cannot believe myself.

I enter. The house is painted metropolitan. A giant fountain resides on the left side of the entrance room. There is a door to the walkway around to the backyard, the garden and then the actual house. I am impressed. I wonder why the hell he owns such a huge garden, but then suddenly the flower purchase makes sense.

He leads me into the kitchen, a chestnut brown painted room with tiles going up the wall along with dimly lit lights. I take a seat at the island bar. There is a bottle of tequila on the counter.

I look around for our chase. He opens the fridge to pull out lime flavoured margarita mix. This, I've never seen on a first date before. I find that bold.

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On my third drink, I'm more than feeling intoxicated. Everything around me is spinning. I shouldn't have taken a Xanax before I left.

I'm revealing things I shouldn't. Like how long Robert and I were together. I don't care if he doesn't judge. I'd rather people I meet know nothing about me.

He notices the discomfort in my eyes and asks if I'm okay. I insist I need to lay down because I'm too drunk. He takes me to his room where I fall onto the bed, expressing to him how sorry I am for not taking care of myself.

"I'm getting you some water." He says, disappearing out the door into the hallway. I close my eyes knowing what to expect in the morning.

I wake to him holding me. I ask what happened. He tells me I've been asleep for the past two hours recovering from a bad trip on alcohol.

"Something I often give myself." I add.

"It's smart to drink responsibly. You never know when you can take things too far."

I lay back and spread my legs impulsively. It's time to initiate what we've both been waiting for. I touch my breasts. Squeeze the nipple of my DD cup sized tit that fills my hand. My bodycon dress is halfway off as I lift the skirt up. Our eyes meet.

I continue to play with myself until he crawls over to me. Our lips brush against each other's. Once. Twice. Our mouths open. I take in his tongue. His hand meets my panties.

Unexpectedly, Richard shoves me on my back and pins my legs over my head. He mashes his face against my lilac thong, parting his lips to passionately warm me up to his mouth. I hold onto my feet which sit above my head pursing my lips and whimpering. My eyes roll back as he kisses me loudly.

He takes his teeth and pulls my thong to the side, breathing softly on the skin between my vagina and anus. I throw my head back against the pillow and bite my bottom lip. I play with my tits.

As he performs cunnilingus, he edges me closer and closer to orgasm with techniques I've never seen. I scream at one point as he astoundingly alternates between licking and intense suction. He stares into my eyes as I come.

He kisses my thighs as I come down from my orgasm. Insisting that I sit on his face next. I oblige to begin a sloppy blowjob. I spit on his dick before I fill my mouth with his ballsack and length. I lick between both. Slowly.

Richard spanks my ass as he goes down on me simultaneously, one finger in my asshole as he tenderly licks between each hole, switching between slow and passionate to fast and aggressive. We sixty nine for what feels like hours, my toes curling as I sit with my legs crossed above his head.

I am ready to fuck him.

I sit down on his cock and close my ass cheeks on his balls. I arch my back and bounce aggressively, slamming down on his hips causing his eyes to roll back. All men are the same. Once they're having their minds fucked out of them they are your submissive.

I continue bouncing until he insists I get in doggy.

He lasts long. As I sit on my hands and knees, he angles his length to hit my g-spot perfectly. I cream all over his length.

Richard finishes inside of me. He must be under the impression I'm on the pill. Only that I've stopped all medication as of a week ago. I push the thoughts away. He doesn't need to know until it's an issue.

We cuddle for the next two hours until I tell him I have to return home to make sure the kids are in bed. He asks me if I'm sober enough to drive home. I lie that my mind is cleared and insist that I get home on my own.

Once I arrive home, all lights are off in the bedrooms. But I can hear Colby talking on his headset to his friends downstairs. I deal with the issue immediately, marching down the basement stairs to yell at him.

Only that I walk into something entirely different.