all my weight on her
she pulled at my vest when i walked by the couch. i laughed at her and lifted her fingers one by one to be free, walking away. i kept trying to find my way to her, but it was a crowded party and i got stuck in every conversation but the ones with her.
my eyes followed her all night. most times i’d stare long enough to see her lift her eyes to mine and smile. she knew. we could wait a bit longer. it was a slow dance around the edges.
i was telling a story and she walked by and wrapped her hand around the back of my neck, pulling my ear to her mouth and whispered, ‘i want all your weight on me,’ then walked on. whatever i’d been saying was lost so i excused myself to go get another drink.
i love her tease. i love the way she winds around the room knowing what angle she is to me, knowing what i’ll see in her movements. the way she crooks her arm behind her back like it’s being held there. the way she runs her finger in the sweat beading up on her glass. tracing the outline of her collarbone with her fingertips. she knows i take it all in. i will retrace her steps when we’re alone.
in the car going home, she is a little sleepy, a little drunk. she reaches over and puts her hand on my arm. she unbuttons my vest. she pulls on my suspenders and circles the buttons attaching them to my pants but leaves everything in place.
'sweet daddy,’ she says, giggling. i am not, as a rule, daddy. but tonight i will be. i am. i reach a hand over and lift her skirt. 'show me,’ i whisper, 'it’s a long drive home.’
she puts her hands on her thighs, staring at me. she inches her skirt higher until the tops of her stockings appear. one hand disappears under her skirt, the other reaches over and grabs my thigh.
'wait,’ i say, 'unbutton your blouse.’ she starts at the bottom and works her way up. she pulls her shirt completely open. 'do you want to see more?’ she asks, slipping the tip of one finger under her bra and across the soft, sweetness of her breasts. 'show me,’ i say again, 'how do you want me to touch you?’
she pulls the strap off her left shoulder and cups her breast in her hand. she cradles it and runs the backs of her nails against her skin. i watch her nipple swell and my mouth feels suddenly dry. i am teasing myself too much and just want to pull over and grab her. but i ease my foot off the pedal and slow down instead. let’s keep going.
she takes her nipple between her thumb and index finger, squeezing and pulling on it hard. she is hurting herself a little and i see the sting in her eyes. i am dying to just stare but struggle to keep my eyes on the pitch black highway in front of me. i catch her in glimpses, in my peripheral vision. it’s like a peep show - i need to keep feeding quarters in every time time the window closes.
she moves her hand down her belly and back under her skirt. she shifts in her seat and spreads her knees wider. 'move the seat back,’ i say, 'put a foot up on the dash.’
her stockinged foot makes me shudder. her toes grabbing at pleasure. her heel digging into the plastic. her other hand is back on my thigh. squeezing me tight. i’m packing and she rubs on me, moaning. i unbutton and unzip my pants for her. keeping her hand on my briefs, she gets to me.
'i want all my weight on you,’ i say. all night i’ve been thinking of it. her words rolling in my mind over and over. she grabs my right hand and shoves it under her skirt. i have to adjust in my seat to reach her and keep driving.
'fuck,’ i say. 'you are so fucking wet.’
'i want you on top of me,’ she says, almost growling, 'i want you pressing down on me. all your weight pinning me down.’ my fingers barely touch her and she’s off. she is grinding against my hand. she brings her hand on top of mine, pushing me into her.
i am fucking her hard with my fingers and trying to keep an eye on the road and my speed. she is writhing next to me and i want so much to stare at her, feel her, kiss her but i’m stuck with one hand on the wheel.
she bites her lip and lifts her hand off me when she comes. she has twisted my pants and we are both in an absurd state of undress in the car. she buries her face in her hands laughing. 'you,’ she says, 'i want you.’
she pulls her clothes back in order. we are silent the rest of the way home. her hand rests quietly on my leg.
when i turn off the car she grabs my cock. 'go upstairs and strap on my favorite,’ she says. i unbuckle my seatbelt and make my way casually to the door. 'daddy,’ she calls me and follows me inside. 'all my weight on you,’ i say and she wraps her arms around me and squeezes me tight.
