After-Hours Weekend

He let go of her hand as she undid his top button and pulled down the fly. He watched, waiting, not touching.

"Help me," she said.

He sat back, pulling the trousers down to his knees. He was wearing tight black boxers, the material tight, damp at his tip.

"I did get you worked up," she said, tracing the outline with her fingers.

"Let me see you," he said. His hands were on her chest, firm, pulling at the material of the dress.

"Careful," she said, standing up. Without breaking eye contact, she pulled the dress up and over her head. She was standing in front of him in a blue bra and a narrow blue thong. She twirled. "As good as the swimsuit?"

"Better," he said.

She sat back next to him and looked down at his bulge. His hand immediately went down to grip her bottom.

She reached for the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down slowly, revealing the swollen tip, the thick, veined shaft and light pubic stubble. "Impressive," she said.

"Biggest you've seen?"

"It's pretty big."

She explored him with her hands, feeling him twitch as she moved. She rubbed the moisture into the tip with her thumb.

"Come on," he said softly. "More."

"Give me a chance," she said and began to stroke.

He leaned back, hips lifting into her hand, and groaned.

His hand drifted lower, teasing under her thong, running between her lips. One finger slid in and he curled it inside her as he watched her hand on his shaft. After a few moments he withdrew his finger, wet with her arousal, and moved it towards her mouth.

"Taste it," he said.

"I'm not into that," she said.

He smiled. She didn't smile back.

"You're so hot. Want to show me what you showed your friend?"

She hesitated. He was too eager, not quite what she wanted, but she was turned on too. She liked giving head and it would be good practice. She'd like sex, to try someone his size -- but she could control a blowjob better.

"OK. Pass me the cushion," she said.

He handed it to her and sat back on the sofa, watching her kneel in front of him. She reached back to tie her hair into a ponytail as she hovered over him. If he'd just be quiet and let her get him off.

She leant forwards slowly. When she was close, he arched up from the sofa and his tip hit her lips and bobbed onto her nose. She put her hands on his thighs, pushing him back down.

"Let me set the pace," she said.

She looked into his eyes as she opened her mouth and took him inside. She moved down slowly, taking him halfway and then sliding off. She began with a gentle pace, bobbing up and down, running her tongue around the head, suckling gently. She sped up, trying things that had worked before and adjusting to his size.

"You're good," he said. She felt his fingers gently brushing the hair out of her eyes. His thumbs rested against her temples, moving with her rhythm without interfering.

"Can you go deeper?"

"I can," she said, looking into his eyes. "I'll take all of you. But not yet."

She took him back into her mouth and he watched her increasing the depth with each bob. Then she felt pressure from his hands, pushing her deeper, holding her down.

She jerked back against the resistance of his hands. "Don't do that. I've walked away before."

There was a beat of silence. He let go and held his hands up. "You've got me so close. I want you to take all of me before I come."

She paused, torn between leaving and his hunger and her own need. She held still, hesitating. His cock twitched and she took him back into her mouth.

"Deeper," Josh said, breathless. He put his hands on her head. As she moved, they followed her rhythm as she continued bobbing up and down, slowly deepening each time.

He was moaning as she moved, fingers tightening against her scalp. She withdrew almost fully and took a breath, preparing to sink down to the base.

"Let me help you," he said. His grip tightened as he stood up, pushing her head onto him. The motion forced his cock into her throat.

Her hands grabbed the back of his thighs to brace herself as he held her there. She tried to pull back enough to breathe but his hips pressed forwards, keeping her nose buried against him.

He held her there for a beat, breathing hard above her. Then his hips jerked forwards once. She gagged and pushed at his legs. He thrust again. A third thrust knocked the breath from her chest. She tried to speak but only managed a muffled choke as saliva ran down her chin.

Then he stopped thrusting himself. His fingers dug into her ponytail as he pulled her back and forth on his shaft. Her throat convulsed each time he hit the back of it. Too fast to breathe properly or pull away.

Josh tensed. His movements lost rhythm. He held her down hard one final time and shuddered. He came deep in her throat. She gagged, cum and saliva spilling from her lips.

When he was done, he let go of her head.

"Fuck, Astrid," he said.

She scrambled back, his softening cock popping out of her mouth.

She ran to the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind her and she locked it. Dropping to her knees, she leaned over the toilet and spat his cum into the bowl. Pressing her hands against the cold porcelain, she closed her eyes tightly, trying to steady herself.

She got up and cleaned her teeth, trying to scrub away the taste.

She unlocked the door and opened it in one movement. When she stepped back into the room, Josh had pulled his trousers up and was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone.

He looked up. "You really worked me up. I haven't come that much for ages. I should have warned you when I was close."

"That wasn't the issue."

"My size?" he asked. "You took it well. You only needed a little help at the end."

"A little help? You fucked my throat."

"You seemed into it, moaning."

"You were choking me."

"Only for a moment. I came fast."

"I kept telling you to slow down."

He raised an eyebrow and stood up. "You teased me all evening. You kept saying slow down, but then you carried on. You could've stopped."

She struggled for words.

"I thought you were into it."

"Really?"

He paused. "I could make it up to you," he said as he adjusted himself in his trousers.

"Are you joking?"

"You were great, really. I'm calmer after that. I can take my time with you now."

"I think you should leave."

"Are you sure? We could have some more fun."

"I'm sure."

"OK. Sorry if I got carried away. I thought you were into it."

He held out his arms as though for a hug. She stepped back. He waited for a moment and when she didn't step forwards, he left.

Astrid walked over, bolted the door and put the chain across. She collapsed onto the sofa, avoiding the wet patch.

She straightened her panties where he'd tugged them. They were damp. Her body still ached with frustrated arousal. Every time she swallowed, she could feel where he'd hit the back of her throat. She picked up the cushion from the floor and lay back, trying to forget the catch of his fingers in her ponytail.

Was it the moment she knelt that she lost control? Earlier? When she asked for help pulling his trousers down?

The only help she'd needed.