I didn’t decide on him until late into the night. Felt his arm wrap further around my waist as I danced with him. Another woman danced with him too. She was beautiful, freckled, big breasted. On another night I would have seen how far I could have gone with her and her straight tendencies. Not tonight. I wanted him, his boyish face, his lean, experienced body. I knew, as his hand slid further around me, that I could have him. The other woman danced between us. We shifted, his arms all the way around me. Some more dancing, we walked out. Maneuvered the other woman to go home while we stood on the street corner. He had some early family obligation in the morning. He was unsure, “raincheck maybe,” he asked. I kissed him and I felt him sigh. “You only live once Raymond.”
He showered before getting into bed with me, which I found quirky, but I let myself get comfortable on his bed. His weight on me felt amazing, his body made mine feel small. His hands, as they explored my body, my thighs, my breasts, my cunt, felt so good. “You have great tits,” he told me as he squeezed them and I blushed in the dark, enjoying his appreciation of my body. He went down on me not long after getting into bed, surprising and delighting me. Most men don’t do that so quickly. Most women I’ve been with recently do. I wanted him on top of me more, and pulled him up. I would let him lie between my legs and hold me between his muscles all night. Sliding my fingers up and down his back, he pulled me on my side, massaged my back with those strong hands while we wrapped ourselves around each other. I returned the favor. Just as I started to doze off entwined with this beautiful man, I felt his hard dick push against me and the breath escaped me. He was full of delicious surprises tonight. I grabbed one of my condoms, originally intended for another this night, but the best things happen when they’re not planned.
His hands were as amazing as his dick as he fucked me, slid his hands under me, pulled me onto him, pushed my legs apart, dug his fingers into my hips, flipped me ontop of him, pushed my shoulders down. “Shhh,” he cooed as I grabbed his headboard and thrusted onto him. Volume control is not one of my strong suits. My head tipped off the edge of the bed, he held me with his hands slid under and around my hips and pushed himself hard into me. “many women don’t like this pressure,” he groaned. “it’s so fucking good,” I managed to tell him hoarsely. I don’t remember how he came, but he did with a proclamation that he’d get me again in the morning. My body shuddered as he laid back down beside me.
I woke up with my face against his shoulder, he grabbed my hand and had me feel his morning wood. I laughed as I peeled my eyes open. His were closed. Sleepily caressed his chest, arms, dick. Dozed off again. Touched him again. He rolled ontop of me. Slid his fingers along my inner thigh. Put his weight on me. He laid between my legs for a while. I could have slept like that. He moved intermittently. Then more steadily. I moved back against him. Pulled me on top of him. We grinded against each other for a while, sleepily. Working up more and more desire. I let him drive, decide when to take off my panties, he let me reach for the condoms. He teased me, only putting in the head. I couldn’t thrust as he held out my legs, giving me little leverage. Finally he pushed all the way into me and laid on me. I dug my nails into him instead of moaning like I wanted. I grabbed his flesh, he slid his big hands under me and fucked me wonderfully. He made sure I had come before he released, I tugged his hair, enjoying his groaning as my body made his come.