Dating : He Made Me Melt Onto the Floor

A clumsy accident led to a hot mess

I was surprised when Jonathan first asked me to dinner. Because of the almost 20 year age gap, I wasn’t sure if he was truly interested in my company or if it was all a ploy to get me into bed.

After suggesting we could skip the food if he just wanted to have fun, he laughed and asked, “how about you come over, I’ll make dinner, and we’ll see what happens?”

Now, walking into his kitchen a week later, I realized that he took the role of making me dinner very seriously. There were two pieces of glazed salmon sitting on the stove with bowls of vegetables and spilt olive oil decorating the granite island.

He swooped in and kissed me on the cheek, offering to hang my coat. The second I took it off I felt awkwardly overdressed for the occasion. In a baby blue blouse that draped off my shoulders, I felt too exposed to be standing in a room where framed photos of Jonathan’s children smiled at me from every corner.

“You look angelic tonight. That couldn’t possibly be all for me, is it?” He joked, eyeing my collarbones hungrily. I tossed my dark curls over my shoulders to expose even more skin for him.

“It can be. But I am also here for that…” I pointed to the salmon on the stove. He jumped as if to suddenly remember he was preparing a meal before I came.

“Oh dear, you distracted me. Or at least that’s the excuse I’m using if this ends up burnt. Go ahead and pick a wine from the cabinet.”

Pretending to thoughtfully search through the cabinet, I landed on a malbec with a pretty foil label since that’s the only way I ever picked wine.

I poured us each a glass, we toasted to our evening and that’s when it all went south.

After taking a sip, I lowered myself onto the barstool only to find that it was no longer beneath me. Wine glass in hand, I landed on the tile floor with a thud. I was too embarrassed to open my eyes but when I did, all I could do was laugh at Jonathan’s expression. He’d turned white as if he’d seen a ghost and was frantically repeating my name.

“I’m okay! No really. Put the phone down, we are definitely not calling an ambulance for this.”

After minutes of assuring him that I did not have a concussion, Jonathan eased up on the condition that I accept the bag of ice he’d made for my head. My blouse and jeans were drenched in the malbec that I’d barely tasted and he was finally able to see the humour in the mess I’d made.

“I never thought you’d be the type to enter a wet t-shirt contest but I have to say, it suits you.” He didn’t care to hide how much he enjoyed my bra-less nipples poking through the wet blouse. I was glad for his concerned dad mode to dissolve back into the sexual tension we were used to sharing.

Escorting me to the laundry room, we found a stain remover and some detergent. He left me to change out of my wine-soaked ensemble while he put the “finishing touches” on our dinner.

But as I stood there in my panties, I knew I wanted him to put the finishing touches on me. His concern for my wellbeing and the mere act of standing naked in his home had really turned me on.

I decided not to change into any of the shirts he’d provided and strolled back towards the kitchen. It was dark out now and I knew that any neighbours looking in through his windows would see me standing there, breasts out and ass framed by a white lace thong.

When he noticed me in the living room, he slowly put down the plates he was holding and a grin spread across his face. He came towards me and carefully ran his hands down my back, over my ass, massaging my plump cheeks. Our lips came together and he placed one hand behind my head, kissing me deeply. I moaned and he slapped my ass which excited both of us. I felt a pulse from his crotch.

He broke free from my mouth and began to kneel on the ground, tracing his tongue around my nipple piercings on the way down. The way he flicked the piercings sent shivers through my body. His mouth moved down my stomach, taking little nibbles at my hip bones. I pushed myself into him, suggesting that he bury his head further, but he wanted to tease me first.

Prompting me to stand wider and then gathering more spit in his mouth, he latched on to my pussy. I began to feel his saliva seep through the underwear as he sucked on the area around my clit. It felt so incredible I had to hold onto his hair to keep from collapsing.

Remembering that I had just hit my head moments earlier, he urged me to lay on the carpet. Feeling comfortable with my back on the ground, I demanded that he surprise me. In fact, I didn’t want to see what was coming next at all. He fashioned a blindfold from one of the towels in the kitchen and disappeared into a different room. As I laid almost naked on the floor, unable to see a thing, I grew wetter with anticipation. Without sight, my other senses heightened, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

Appearing moments later, his hands held pieces of fabric to my wrists and he asked if I was okay being tied up. Being on the ground blindfolded and tied up? That was enough to make me come on the spot. Pleased with my enthusiasm, he strapped my hands to the coffee table legs behind me using two of his satin work ties, tightening them to make sure there was no slack. “Please, take off my underwear!” I begged.

“No, one more thing. Don’t move a muscle.” I heard him race to the kitchen and grab what sounded like a liquid of some kind. Then, I felt it.

He had found the bag of ice from my fall. Hovering it over my chest, he gently dragged it over my nipples, in an S shape down my stomach, and then paused at the edge of my panties. It dripped onto my skin, trickling down towards my clit. With my blindfold on, I couldn’t tell why he had paused and the suspension built. The lack of control was driving me wild.

Suddenly, there was a cool feeling below. He cupped my labia while dipping a couple of fingers in through the side of my panties. After the initial shock of the temperature change, I realized he was holding melted pieces of ice. The cool, slippery pieces of ice sloshed around against my underwear and one even found it’s way inside me. The sensation of the tiny piece of ice melting in my vagina had me gasping. Then, pulling my panties down, he lightly sucked on my clit. It brought warmth back into the equation as his fingers played around in the mix of melted ice and juices seeping out of my vagina.

“I need you to go in deeper or I’m going to lose it. Take my panties off already!” I was shaking from the melted ice that was dripping down my crotch but also from the immense build-up of it all.

“Alright, you’ve been patient. Do you want to see how happy you’ve made me?”

I nodded, eager to witness the erection I could feel through his pants when he leaned over. He removed my blindfold and revealed his engorged penis. Watching him stroke it with one hand and slide my underwear off with the other was a beautiful sight. He held my thong up proudly, amused by how wet he had made it.

“Bring that dick over here first.” I wanted him in my mouth while I was still tied up.

He crawled closer and straddled my chest, presenting a veiny 7 inches and the largest balls I’d ever seen. Even these parts of him felt 20 years older and I liked that. I wrapped my lips around his cock and he sunk himself into the back of my throat, giving me more than I expected. It felt freeing to not be able to use my hands and he was doing just fine easing himself in and out, groaning as I gagged.

“I really, really don’t think I’ll last doing this. I need to fuck you now.” He looked desperate.

“Wait! I want my legs to be tied together.” I bit my lip, hoping he would understand.

“My God, you are really something!” He raced into his bedroom and reappeared with another tie.

Expertly wrapping it around my ankles, he tied a knot and threw my bound feet over his shoulder. A pillow placed under my ass raised my pussy to the perfect level. He rubbed his cock in my juices first then pushed his way inside causing us both to whimper a bit.

Having my legs clamped together and raised allowed Jonathan’s cock easy access to my G-spot. I could feel each of the 7 inches slide in and out and I couldn’t help but produce a guttural yell at the wave of pleasure washing over me. This angle was hitting the jackpot and with each thrust more intense than the last, my body writhed around on the floor, seconds away from releasing all its tension.

Confident in my contraceptive pill, I screamed at Jonathan to come inside me. I could tell he had been holding off for too long and without hesitation, he grabbed my lower half and pressed himself against me, unloading his semen into the deepest region of my pussy. An orgasm surged through me, causing the muscles in my limbs and cunt to contract in spasms.

He undid the tie around my ankles and let my legs fall to each side. I tried to enjoy the warm feeling of his come inside me as it was a rare treat that I only let happen with a select few.

Jonathan flopped his head onto my stomach, wordlessly catching his breath. After a minute his head shot up and he looked at me intensely.

“Your stomach won’t stop growling! Let’s go eat, we need to get some salmon in you.” We laughed and glanced towards the kitchen where two cold meals sat waiting, a wine-soaked rag laid next to them.

“I’ll make sure the seat is there before I sit down this time.” I winked, secretly glad that my clumsiness had led to such a hot mess.