By Jenny Swift
I woke up on Valentine's Day thinking I would do nothing all day. I would just be in front of the TV watching some movie. I had never spent that day with anyone, at least not with any man. I didn't attend the parties that the singles held much less go on a date. I was thinking, staring at my bedroom ceiling, when my phone started ringing. I stretched out an arm, annoyed at being called so early, picked up the phone and realized it was my friend.
I answered, and she was crying her eyes out: she had broken up with her boyfriend. She would spend Valentine's Day alone. I consoled her as best I could, and I had no choice but to invite her to dinner. Once at the restaurant, we realized that the theme was the theme of the whole city: Valentine's Day. Hearts were everywhere. I watched the decorations with annoyance as Theresa wept silently beside me at the sight of the hearts and cupids.
We sat down at a table, where we were served by an awkward waiter. He was awkward, but very attractive, which I couldn't overlook. The waiter's uniform fit him somewhat snugly. He was muscular, very handsome. Even that fact couldn't distract Theresa from her sadness.
The whole time we were there, we drank wine and were poorly served by the handsome waiter who was terrible at his job and was making me lose what little patience I had left. He apologized every few minutes, and I let my eyes roll. We stayed in the restaurant until they announced they were closing. Theresa had finally stopped crying. I felt relieved, and relaxed because of the wine.
We went out to get a taxi, and the waiter, who had finished doing a dismal job, also came out of uniform, ready to leave. -Good evening, girls, could we share a taxi? I want to get out of here as quickly as possible and get a drink.- He looked exhausted.
Theresa looked at me and made a gesture that indicated she didn't care. The bars were closer than our houses. We took the cab, and the waiter kept talking. He was nicer than I could have imagined. He was just a terrible waiter. Theresa had lost all the pep she had gained the last few minutes. The waiter introduced himself, his name was Wally. Having him so close, I could see exactly how handsome he was. He invited us to go with him to the bar. Teresa declined the invitation, but without thinking too much about it, I accepted. I was intrigued. In the taxi, I brushed my arm against his several times. I couldn't help but flirt with him. Theresa chose to remain alone in the taxi. I promised to call her the next day and walked into the bar with the attractive waiter.
We had an amazing night; my abdomen became sore from laughing so hard. By the time we left, I had forgotten how bad he had given me a hard time at the restaurant. We were in search of a cab. There were several cabs outside the bar, but Wally led me to the nearest wall and kissed me ardently, his body locked completely to mine, and I could feel his hard cock against my pelvis. He held me tightly, firmly, his tongue sought mine eagerly, and our tongues intertwined. I was unable to pull away. Wally was attracting me, and I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck.
I didn't care about anyone else, several people were coming out of the bar, but I paid no attention to them. We continued kissing. -Spread your legs.- Wally ordered me, and I obeyed without further ado. I loved it when he ordered me around. He ran his hand over my crotch, I was wearing pants, but he still caressed my pussy divinely. -We should get out of here.- I said between moans. And he pulled away without delay. We took a cab, and we didn't stop kissing and caressing each other until we reached my apartment. The cab driver was watching us in the rearview mirror, but we didn't stop. I was touching his cock above his pants, it seemed to have a big size. We got out of the cab when we got to my apartment. Once there, we collapsed on the couch, rolled until we fell to the carpet, in a passionate kiss.
He stayed right on top of me, and took his kisses to my neck, my cleavage, moving further down until he reached my breasts, removed my blouse, and pulled them out to take them into his mouth. He licked my nipples, alternating them. They were very erect, and as he flicked his tongue across them he sent a stream of pleasure coursing through my body. I squirmed on the carpet and scratched his back a little. Maybe the scratches were deeper than I thought.
Wally took my arms and held them tightly above my head. He was hurting me a little, but for some reason, I liked that much better. He bit my nipples, and I cried out although not very loudly. He ran his fingers over my pussy, I was so wet, I couldn't wait for him to penetrate me, but he had other plans: to make me suffer.
While he licked and bit my nipples, the hand he had free he used to rub my clitoris, first gently, then much faster, making me scream with pleasure. His fingers moved at a considerable speed which caused me to move my hips a lot in a very intense orgasm that left me panting on the carpet. Wally sat up, knelt on the carpet, and pulled down his pants revealing his delicious cock. He had finally let go of my arms but motioned me to suck his cock. I sat up, opened my mouth wide to try, as I thought it wouldn't fit in my mouth, but at that moment Wally moved his hips like a madman, fucking my face mercilessly.
His cock pierced my throat, and he continued ramming my face violently taking both hands on my head. I did not expect that, and I retched, threatening to vomit, but luckily that did not happen, even though he was ramming my face with everything he had. Without warning, he stopped. With one hand he turned me around, and with an authoritative voice asked me to bring my face close to the carpet. I did so, but he pushed with one hand my head until my cheek was completely against my living room carpet so that my ass was fully exposed.
Still, with my pants at my knees, Wally ran his hard cock across my ass, rubbing it there gently, then spat on my ass, and plunged his cock all the way in. I tried to pull away, but he held my head and kept it fixed against the carpet. He paused, waiting for me to get used to the sensation, and then he rammed into me roughly. He let his pelvis slam against my buttocks, as he fucked my ass. I screamed at the top of my lungs but in pleasure. He spanked me very hard, which contributed to making everything I was feeling at that moment much more intense.
My buttocks were red hot, so was my ass, and I came in spurts as I screamed. He also came inside my ass. I sat up with my breath still hitching, and I felt the semen pouring out of my ass, and onto my carpet. Wally spent that Valentine's night with me, and the next day he left very early, claiming he had to work, which I thought was unlikely. An unforgettable Valentine's Day...
