Just Hang-up!

My boyfriend is a momma's boy. He's twenty-six and he couldn't survive for a day without talking to his mother. Don't get me wrong I like talking to my mother and I really want to be with a guy who has good family relationships. But there's a time and a place for everything and he'll stop whatever he's was doing whenever his mother calls.

You'd think that after taking me shopping all afternoon and out to a delicious dinner he'd think he could have his was with me, and he could. I love Italian food the restaurant he picked was not only filled with ambiance but the food made my stomach speak the language of love. By the time we got back to his place my clothes were ready to fall off.

On the couch he held my face in his hands and kissed me like I was a fine was he was savoring every drop. Like an Italian racing car I was revved up and very responsive. His hand navigated my curves and my legs we opening wider with ever kiss.

I was ready to take his stick shift in my hands. Actually I was ready to take it in my mouth. I'd unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out. It was already hard so with a couple of strokes I lowered my head, licked my lips and was ready to start sucking.

Any other guy I know would have let the phone ring, it would have gone to voicemail but not David. He saw his mother's number so he answered. When I heard him say, "Hi Mom," I almost blew it. Not his cock, my top.

I popped up and gave my one of my dirtiest looks but he hardly noticed. When he motioned me back down to his cock I refused. I sat there looking at my boyfriend with an eight-inch hard on waiving in the air. I slapped it and got up and walked away.

This boy wouldn't stop talking. So I sat down in a chair across from him. I'm usually prepared for anything and this night was no exception. There are many nights when a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do and this was one of them. My vibrator was right where I always keep in.

I didn't even bother to take my panties off. I pulled my skirt up pushed them aside and turn it on high. I was already primed so when the tip of the vibrator hit my clit I was already close to cumming.

He still couldn't stop talking. He kept trying to get me back to his quickly shriveling cock. But my attention was between my legs.

I figured if he wasn't going to fuck me then fuck him, and I'd fuck myself. In a frenzy of anger and passion I pressed my clit between my fingers so that my vibrator had a standing target. It was actually a new technique for me but it worked like gangbusters.

I came two times in three minutes. He was still talking. I gave him the "just a minute" signal pulled down my skirt put my vibrator in my purse and stepped out the door. He may have thought that I'd be right back but I hailed a cab and went back to the Italian restaurant.

Our waiter looked even better than when he was waiting on us. I'm not sure if he smelled sex on me but he sure did later. And we weren't interrupted by the phone at all.