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.
