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The Very Pretty Girl From The Studio

A few years ago I was teaching yoga classes out of a local studio, open to anyone that would like to attend. I had stopped working at the local gym recently, and did more private sessions for fitness, but mostly did yoga out of the studio (I have certifications in both fields). Mostly the clients were women in their 40′s or older, generally really nice people, but it was pretty rare that any of them were more than moderately attractive. That made it all the more noticeable when a really, really cute girl came in to try class one day.

She said that a family member of hers had come in and liked one of the classes, so she wanted to come try a class as well. I definitely lucked out that she happened to try mine. The best way to describe her appearance was to imagine a very “All-American cheerleader” type. She had the biggest brown eyes you could possibly imagine, amazing lips that were naturally very “pouty” for lack of a better term… long blonde hair, often done up in some sort of ponytail (the fancier-than-normal kind), or pulled back with little clips. She was maybe 5′3 at most, very petite, seemed to always be wearing pink or baby blue, and since it was yoga class she’d usually be wearing yoga pants. Almost always black yoga pants. They hugged her ass and legs so snugly, and she had a hell of an hourglass figure for them to work with. The “eyeball test” told me that her breasts were a medium C cup or so. She was pretty much the epitome of a girly-girl, and I mean that in the best of ways.

Over the next several months she returned to class very regularly. I learned that she was 23, in college to become a kindergarten teacher, and that she had a 2 year old daughter. We talked about plenty of things, but it was always pretty innocuous subject matter. Since I was at work, I wasn’t going to say anything that could be interpreted as inappropriate, or just lacking in tact.

I often made facebook posts about classes and the studio schedule, but she wasn’t on any social media, and asked if she could text me about classes. I was happy to share my number with her (but, to be fair, this was pretty normal for a fair amount of clients). She also attended classes with a few other teachers, but told me that she loved the details that I provided during class, and that it really helped her feel things in the poses that she never got from other teachers. I definitely have a “devil-in-the-details” mentality when I’m trying to instruct, so I really appreciated that it helped her get the most out of each class, and each pose.

Eventually, her college schedule changed, so she wasn’t able to attend my morning classes any longer (unless her classes weren’t in session for the day, for whatever reason). I still got the odd text from her, here and there, but not terribly regularly. And then one day she messaged me asking about my schedule, for fitness, for yoga, group sessions, private sessions… you name it, she was asking about it. I gave her the info she asked for, and she picked a group session, asking if she could attend, and ask me some questions after. I said that would be fine, and that I’d be happy to answer whatever she’d like afterward.

The session she decided to come along to was actually an outdoor class that took place after a hike. It was a really nice summer day, and she was in her standard girly-girl fitness attire. My group hiked up to our designated yoga spot, a little less than a half hour path up the side of a mountain if you pushed the pace (like going up the stairs the whole time). We got up to the top, did our yoga class, and she made it a point to stick with me when we walked back down.

We chatted about all sorts of things, and then at the bottom of the mountain, she said “can I ask you something? did you ever think about asking me out when I was coming to all those classes?”. I grinned, and told her “think about it - yes… but I was always at work, and didn’t want to be out of line”. I’m also about a decade older than her, and didn’t know if that was going to be appealing to her or not. She smiled, and told me that she liked that I was older, and that it made sense that I didn’t want to be out of line at work. She assured me that I’m a really good yoga teacher, but she also liked to come see me at the studio because she was attracted to me. She moved in close to me, put her arms around me, and leaned in for a very sweet kiss.

We had a few dates after that, usually going out to eat, and having very enjoyable discussions. Very early on I noticed that she took every chance to make physical contact… she’d playfully bump into me with her hips, lean onto my shoulder… put her hands on my hands, forearms, or even my chest. I really liked that she was the touchy-feely type, but without being overly clingy. She had very soft skin, and we often sat together and just talked… and I would run my fingertips over the skin on the back of her hands and wrists, her neck, her cheek… and we kissed quite a bit, deeply and passionately… her lips… oh man… those beautifully pouty lips…

And then, one evening after a date we found ourselves with some alone time. We’d only had a few dates so far, and she was pretty quick to say “we can’t have sex unless you brought condoms, I’m not on the pill”. I told her that since we hadn’t had that kind of discussion yet, I didn’t bring any, but that was ok, I didn’t have that kind of expectation.

Fast-forward about 20 minutes… we had been kissing, and groping, she was straddling my lap… my hands were entangled in her hair, my lips on her neck, her head tossing backward with gasps and moans of pleasure, her arms wrapped around me, and she started to grind up and down, up and down, up and down… she pulled away and looked me right in the eyes and said “I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME”.

I reminded her that we couldn’t do that, and I could see that she was almost oblivious to the world around us at that moment.. “Don’t worry” I said, and started to unbutton her jeans. She started feverishly tearing them off, revealing a pink thong that just barely covered her… I dove in, pressing my mouth into her inner thigh, licking and nibbling, and dragging my tongue over her thong to the other side so I could repeat all of these motions again… I felt the muscles in her legs tighten up, and then I pressed my lips down on top of the pink material… the pressure made her let out an “oooooohhhhh” that was music to my ears…

I gazed up in the direction of her face, and her eyes were closed… her hands were laying on her chest, motionless, other than the heaving caused by her deep breathing. I pulled the pink material to one side and began to lick her, long slow strokes upward, again and again… I could feel her getting wetter by the instant. God, I love knowing how much pleasure a woman is feeling as I take my time and explore just what buttons to push… while one hand held the thong to the side and pressed my fingers into her thigh, the other hand started to manipulate her lips… the wetness and the build up had already been enough that her lips were more than ready to reveal more of her… I moved my fingers upward slightly, drawing her skin away from me slightly, revealing her clit.

My tongue pressed down flatly, and firmly, and slowly I dragged my tongue toward her clit… as soon as I made contact, I increased the pressure, and she let out an even louder “OOOOOHHHHHHHH”.  I firmed up my grip, and started to move my tongue forward and backward, and then used just the very tip of my tongue to move over her clit, over and over, changing directions with every movement. She bucked so hard I thought she was going to come out of her skin. “OOOHHHH, OOHHHHHH… MMMM….. OOOOOHHHHHHH”. She was cumming, her hands gripped onto the muscles at the base of my neck, and I felt her hips press into my mouth. She held on for a moment or so while I kept applying pressure, and little by little, I felt her start to relax…

She let her body lay back again slowly, and I slowed what I was doing as well… but I didn’t stop…She kept moaning, and breathing, and her body had these little spasms that told me she had more in her, and I’m not one to back away unless a job is truly finished. I kept swirling my tongue slowly, and then moved my hand to take the place of my mouth… I lifted my head, and saw that she was again laying back with her eyes closed, one hand moved up to her face, her skin was flushed, and there was a slight layer of sweat on her skin… I moved my hands away, pulled the thong off of her and tossed it aside, and slid my finger over her lips once more, just the tiniest amount between her lips rather than on the outside… she again let out an “mmmmmmm” as I began to press my finger inside of her… “ohhhh, fuckkkk���… and then started to motion my finger upward and downward on her lips, almost like the movements of a painter’s brush… she let out a bit of a shiver every time my arm motioned upward… I brought my mouth back to her clit, and again licked, and pressed, and pinched with my lips…

For a second time, I could feel her body reacting… I knew what to pay attention to this time, and using my mouth I started to repeat the movements that got her there the first time, but this time it was in addition to my finger, which had started to press further into her, and then move its way forward and backward, forward and backward… The moans… fuck, I’m a sucker for a vocal woman… She started to react more strongly, I could tell she liked the inward-outward movement of my finger, and coupled with my lips and tongue pressing into her, she was starting to build up again… I continued, and began to quicken the pace and could feel her hips pressing into my face… momentarily, I slowed down and added a second finger, and again she let out an “ooohhhhh, oooohhhhh, yessssss, mmmmmmm”… I sped up again, my two fingers moving inward and outward, inward and outward, and my tongue swirling over clit again and again… her muscles tightened again and her body curled upward, her hands on the back of my neck this time… “OOOOOHHHHHHHH GODDDDD”, her nails clutched into me, and she started letting out short, sharp gasps and her body started to move in rapid shivers.

Once more, her body started to soften and she relaxed her muscles back to a laying position. Her moans became softer as well, but more continuous this time… I kept moving my fingers and tongue, slowly and softly… I was very much enjoying the “afterglow” of her second orgasm, I’m sure I had a wry, satisfied smile on my face which was still between her thighs… my fingers were still inside her, and I realized they hadn’t done all they could do… with my palm facing upward I began to curl those two fingers (my middle and ring fingers) with the pads of my fingertips pressing into the inside wall, I could feel the raised surface of her G-spot… the instant I touched it she let out another long moan, and her hands twitched. She looked down at me with her mouth and her big brown eyes opened wide, seemingly in disbelief.

I moved my face away from her pussy, I could feel the devilish smirk on my face, a reaction to how expressive she was, how evident the intensity of her pleasure had become. She grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. I always get turned on when a woman tastes herself on my lips, and she was ALL IN. Not just kissing me, but licking my lips, and my face, her hands moving and guiding my face, her fingernails gently pressing into my beard. Fuck, this was turning me on… but I wasn’t done with her… I moved my thumb to her clit, and pulled my fingers more firmly into her G-spot. Her body heaved powerfully, for a moment I was afraid her head would crash into mine, but she turned her face, her cheek pressed against mine and her fingers grasped me tightly once more. “mmmmmmMMMMMMMMM”…. “OHHHHH….. OHHH OHHH OHHH”, she was getting louder and louder, her body became frantic, the more I pressed into her G-spot and clit the more she lost control, her legs shook, her hands held on for dear life, she leaned into me, and I felt her body shiver even more strongly than before. “OOOOOHHHHH GOODDDDDDDD….. FUCKKKKKKK”.

She orgasmed again, and it was a thing of beauty. I could tell her mind was completely free from any thoughts that didn’t have to do with the sensations she was feeling. She writhed and moaned and just when I thought her body would soften, she continued to escalate, almost to the point that even I was surprised. And then she pulled her face away, looked me in the eye, and kissed me again. The kind of kiss that means to engulf a person. There was a different energy about her now, and her movements were different… she adjusted her body to move away from mine slightly, as soon as my fingers were no longer inside her, she dropped onto her knees in front of me, and took my fingers into her mouth, her eyes locked with mine. She sucked them strongly, then took them out of her mouth and licked them up and down, and it seemed like she hardly blinked as she did so.

This got me INCREDIBLY worked up. And she was as worked up as I could possibly fathom. She clawed at my jeans and hurriedly undid my belt. She couldn’t get rid of my jeans fast enough to meet the pace she wanted to move at. Very quickly drawing my boxer briefs down to my knees, she took my cock into her mouth and started to move forward and backward as fast as she could. Those perfect lips of her looked so fucking good wrapped around my cock. I was incredibly hard, and this felt amazingly satisfying. Those big brown eyes looked up at me, and she opened her mouth a little wider. I could see her teeth as she tried to take me a little deeper. She paused and then backed off a bit, and then repeated this, probably four or five times, and then gagged strongly, taking me out of her mouth and stroking instead while she took in a highly needed deep breath.

I can’t quite put into words the expression on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing, and was singularly focused, but also seemed almost vacant. Again she took my cock into her mouth, as deep as she could go, I could feel her tongue trying to move forward underneath my shaft, and then relax a tiny bit, drawing me slightly deeper. I was inside her throat as far as it seemed I could go, and she gagged once again. She was going to continually try to take more and more, gagging every time, and pulling away with a smile on her face.

She pulled away for air periodically, sliding her very petite hands up and down the length of my cock. “You’ve got a REALLY BIG DICK”. She grabbed it tightly, just gazing at it, visually taking it in for a moment. She licked at the veins on one side, and commented that my dick was roughly the same thickness as her wrist, and then took it into her mouth once more, pulling away with a loud popping sound, and repeating this several times, and then taking another deep breath and going down as deep as she could once again.

This time she backed up a little bit, and did something I didn’t expect at all… she stayed in place, took my hands in hers, and placed my hands on the back of her head. She stayed there motionless for a second or two, and then her eyes looked up at mine, her eyebrows raised and lowered quickly, just once. I held her head in place, and started to raise my hips, and lower them again, somewhat gently. I could feel that I was colliding with the back of her throat, and took my time going slowly. She put her hands on my thighs and backed away, looked at me and said “do you want me to suck it, or do you want to fuck my mouth? I love being facefucked… and choked, and you can call me whatever you want… I get off on that…”

I could feel that same grin on my face… I enjoy many aspects of the back and forth that sexuality has to offer… I’ve described it at times the same way that vampire in the movies isn’t allowed to enter your home unless invited… I  won’t be overly rough or dominant until I know it’s welcomed and desired… but once I’m given permission, I won’t hold back…

I stood up, grabbing a handful of her hair and started to walk toward the wall… she crawled on her hands and knees, and kneeled in front of me with her back toward the wall. I positioned my cock right in front of her face, and moved forward until it made contact with her lips. “Open your mouth”. She did so, with a smile. “Good girl”. I ran one hand over her cheek, and then slid my cock forward into her mouth. Slowly at first, I moved my hips forward and backward, checking to see how far I could go each time. And then a little faster. And then a little deeper. And then she gagged, gasping for air, leaving a strand of saliva dangling from the head of my cock all the way to her lips.

Right back at it, I pushed her onto my cock once more… she grabbed the back of my thighs with both hands, and pulled herself as far as she could go. Her mouth was so wet, she was drooling all over as I held her head and fucked her mouth. Realizing how much drool there was, she lifted her shirt up over her tits, her spit landing on her cleavage and bra. She put her hands on my thighs again, and took me into her throat. I pressed my hips forward rapidly and repeatedly, and she gagged again. The wet sounds from her mouth were unreal, this was so nasty, so sloppy… “am I being a good little slut? tell me…’ she asked me. “You’re such a dirty slut, on you knees for my cock, aren’t you?”. “I’m a whore, and I want you to RUIN my little throat with your cock” she replied, smiling immensely… Goddamn, she had always looked so sweet and innocent to me, and now to know how dirty she could be… the best of both worlds, I was loving it.

I let go of any thoughts of holding back, and started to not just move my hips, but to really fuck her mouth and throat. She gagged again and again as I thrust my cock into her mouth. I held her head in place, and bucked my hips, her spit spilled from her mouth onto her tits, she let out a slight vocalization that could be heard intermittently as my cock moved in and out of her face. “Fuck, your little slutty mouth feels so good”, she moaned again in delight. Her right hand came up to my left, which I took to her throat, grabbing on with just a little bit of pressure. She moaned even more. I started to push even deeper into her throat. There was roughly an inch and a half left that she couldn’t take… Her eyes opened up widely, and I felt her hold on for as long as she could before she pulled back a bit with a loud gasp. Her eyes were starting to water, which I might not have noticed if it didn’t leave a little teardrop line from her eyeliner.

She immediately got right back to it. “I’m going to cum down your throat”, I let her know… I kept going at a feverish pace, and could feel my cock begin to throb. Thrust after thrust, I was getting closer and closer. Her moaning and gagging, the strings of spit, those big brown eyes, and her perfect lips… and how incredibly slutty she secretly was… I felt myself coming to climax, and continuing to buck my hips, I unloaded shot after shot of cum right into her throat. Unsurprisingly, she gagged again, but this time she looked like she had totally glazed over, entranced in what was happening, incredibly present in the moment, but completely removed from reality at the same time.

She stayed on her knees, staring at my cock, her hands on my legs, her breathing frantic… she was still recuperating from everything that had just taken place, and she coughed for a brief second… and then again… I realized that she had the hiccups, and each hiccup was ending with something of a cough… I wasn’t sure if it from the erratic breathing or the pounding her throat had taken, but either way she was soooo very satisfied with herself… “you have a really, really big dick, and FUCK, you came a LOT” she repeated… It sounded so good coming from those perfect little  blowjob lips of hers…

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Dreamt About A Memory

A little over three years ago, there was a new front desk girl that started at the gym where I was working at the time. She was incredibly petite - about 5'1, and weighed just under 100 lbs, very slender, brown eyes and chin length blonde hair, wavy and styled to frame her face, and facial features that I’d have to describe as “delicate”. She was incredibly shy, despite being incredibly cute (and over time, I learned that she was equally intelligent, and an even bigger sweetheart).

From the staff room, I kept working on my client log for the day, and noticed many coworkers go behind the front counter, and few had the time to interact with her. In fact, the two other male trainers acted almost like the didn’t see her there. After I finished my log, I got up and walked over behind the desk to enter things into the computer. I immediately noticed (without it being obvious) that she had skintight pants that flared out at the calves - the shape and curve of her ass and legs were nothing shy of amazing. She seemed intimidated at first (possibly because everyone else had been somewhat detached, because I’m 10 years older than her, or because I’m about a foot taller, and almost 100 lbs heavier). I introduced myself as a trainer, and shook her very soft, very petite hand. She smiled immediately, and I told her that if she needed help to let me know, as our “training” on the computer system was generally lacking, and our employers were always popping in and out, but never settle long enough to cover things in depth (all true, btw).

Over the next few months, we got to know each other on the surface level, and it was evident that she thought I was cute, but much too shy to do anything about it. Through casual conversation, I mentioned that I had just broken up with a girl I was seeing for almost a year. It had only been a few weeks, and we still wanted to be friends, but she was having a bit hard time with that. My tiny coworker explained that she had been single for 6 months, and that she’d only had one boyfriend. At 20 years old, I was a bit surprised she hadn’t dated another guy, or a few.

A bit more talking led to texting (we already had texted about work-related issues), and she asked me about my previous relationship. I talked about it, and my philosophy that people tend to attach “happily ever after” to everything, rather than treating each relationship uniquely and learning from it. Along that line, she started to ask me about her previous boyfriend’s behaviors, and if I felt they were “normal” or “understandable”. Turns out, after several months of dating, he never tried to have sex with her, things never went beyond using his hands to explore her… and he never hit the “finish line”, so to speak.

After talking a bit more, she admitted to having a strong desire to experience more, but needing the right person for that. I asked her if there were any men that she felt attracted to, and able to trust that would fit the bill. She replied with a comedic tone, “do you mean you?”. I smiled to myself, and we began talking about if that was or was not a possibility for us. She admitted that she found me to be “incredibly sexy” (which I’m sure made me blush), and I told her that she’s beautiful, and that if she was sure I was right for her, we could enjoy explore a more sexual relationship. She said she knew I was a lot more experienced than she, and that she wanted to go slow, but wanted me to  “help her learn more”.  

There are a lot more stories that I could tell here, but… last night, in my dreams (which I rarely ever recall), I had glimpses of a memory with her, from a few months later… this is just one of many…

The memory involved me leading her to the bed, peeling her clothes off, and kissing her passionately, then moving toward her neck, and collarbones, her amazingly perky breasts, her stomach, hip bones, inner thighs, and taking my time, I began to softly brush over her lips, licking, caressing, and then beginning to apply more pressure, based on her reactions…

She gasped, and writhed, and clutched the sheets, her eyes rolling back into her head, and then closing all together. Beginning to lift her hips, she pressed into me, my tongue circling over her clit, my hands still massaging her inner thighs. The more she lifted, the more I re-positioned, and began to move my hands… one hand pressing down on her belly, just between her hipbones, a few inches lower than her navel - the other beginning to slide one finger into her. She went absolutely wild, and it was clear she wouldn’t last long. Her body began to quiver, and she used one hand to cover her mouth, letting out a muffled “oh my god, Nick…”

I continued, and she gasped louder, and more often, her stomach visibly twitching uncontrollably, her face turning bright red, I think she may have stopped breathing for a few seconds, and then - letting out a powerful moan that I’m sure was audible from the street, she began to squirt, her breath now shallow and rapid, her legs and torso convulsing, causing those delicious little breasts of hers to jiggle. My face, and my sheets were drenched, and she collapsed completely for a moment, gathering her breath as if she just ran a four minute mile. Then she looked up at me, and said “oh my god, I’m sorry” - as if somehow this was a negative in some way. I gave her a bewildered look, and she said “that’s NEVER happened before, I would have warned you”. I told her I was immensely turned on, and she began to kiss me - making me wonder if she liked tasting her orgasm on my lips.

She playfully pushed me, and turned me so I could lay on my back, her kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. She began to unbutton my jeans, and tried to pull them down, struggling to get them past my hips because I was fully erect. A similar issue happened with my boxer briefs, but when I was finally free, she smiled and said “mmmm…. you’re so hard, I love it”, and grasped my cock with both hands, beginning to lick the head. She had never sucked my cock as feverishly as she was this time. Her tongue pressed into me as she sped up, and tried to go deeper, the combination causing her to gag briefly. She looked up at me and giggled at her gagging, and said “it’s too big”, and went right back to work. I’m not claiming to be the biggest guy there is, but I’m aware I have plenty to be happy with, and she knew I’m always turned on by dirty talk like that.

She continued at a frantic pace, for what seemed like 10 or 15 minutes, occasionally stopping (making that “pop” sound that happens when pulling away while there’s still suction) to lick the shaft up and down side, or to use just her tongue on the head, swirling around it, her eyes locked with mine. “I want you to cum in my mouth”, “cum for me, baby”, “mmmm, are you getting closer? give it to me”.

That sweet little face - I’m such a sucker for eye contact - smiling with my cock in her mouth… I was ready to burst, and told her “I’m gonna cum!”. She kept sucking, and stroking, and smiling such a naughty smile… the devilish look in her eyes drove me over the edge, I began to cum, HARD, in her mouth. I   hadn’t gotten off like that in quite a while. She made another “mmmmm” as I unloaded, my cum dripping out of her mouth onto her chin, her lips still wrapped around my cock… she giggled again, obviously proud of how intensely satisfied she made me feel.

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Long, long legs - pt 3

Now that she had been pleased so completely that she had cum three times, and couldn’t handle anymore, I continued to do just what she had asked me to - take complete control and do whatever I want with her -  but now it was going to be solely for my pleasure. I grabbed a handful of her rather short blonde hair at the back of her head, and lead her off the bed, and down to her knees on the carpeted bedroom floor. There was zero hesitation on her part, it was very evident that she was incredibly eager to please me now.

I looked down at her face… she had such a cute, sweet, innocent face, and she looked up at me with hazy eyes… as soon as our eyes locked she bit her bottom lip which was drawn slightly to one side, and there was a hint of a naughty smile on her face as well. I reached to the night stand at my left and grabbed my phone… she looked up at me, a little unsure… “want to make a video for me?” I asked. “A video…?” she replied. I told her that I’m incredibly turned on by using the camera, and she smiled an anxious smile at me. “ONLY for you, nobody else will EVER see it?”, and I told her that was correct. She started to giggle a little bit, and said “I can’t believe I’m doing this”, with her eyes widened and a look of surprised glee on her face. I turned on the camera, and she began.

She pulled my cock to her left, and beginning at the base she did a long slow lick up the other side. At the top, she moved my cock to her right and repeated the long slow lick on the opposite side. She repeated this a few times, one side then the other… it felt really good, and it was a huge turn on to see her so focused on pleasing me just as I had done for her. She looked up at me, and started to take the head of my cock onto her tongue, and once she could wrap her lips around it she placed her hands on my thighs, and started to move herself back and forth slowly.

I’ve been fortunate enough to have had many sexual encounters with different women, and realized that many of them have very different approaches to oral sex. Some go at it as fast as they can, some look up and watch for reactions, some find it fun and have a very playful nature. In this case, she had a slow approach that I could only describe as “thorough”.  She went as deep as she could, which was only about half the length of my cock… at first it seemed like it was just her head and neck moving, but it quickly turned into her whole torso moving back and forth, her hands moved up to the top of my hips, almost like everything from her waist up to her mouth was one solid piece. Back and forth, over and over, with her eyes closed, the pace quickened but only a little bit. It felt fantastic, but I think I was turned on more by the realization that in the same way that she wanted to be controlled, she was the type that would be here as long as I wanted and she wouldn’t stop. I moved the camera from my perspective to one side every so often. The best lighting was to my left, and I knew it would look really hot seeing her work my dick from that angle.

Occasionally she looked up me, but she still hadn’t broken this pace of moving back and forth. Once in a while I’d feel her go slightly deeper and then slow down needing to take a breath, and immediately resume at the same pace and pressure. She definitely wasn’t able to, or wasn’t comfortable attempting to deep throat my cock, but that was ok. I do enjoy when women try to push themselves to take as much as they can, but she was already at her limit. I’ve never had a woman take quite the whole thing anyhow. Then something else happened that was surprising to me…

Her face was so sweet and innocent, and even her approach to sucking cock seemed somewhat innocent as well… back and forth, no extravagant pretending to be a porn star, just singularly focused on what she was doing… but then I noticed that there was a very long string of saliva coming from the bottom of her mouth, it swayed and hung in the air, and landed on her tits and legs… she never even reacted to it, just kept moving back and forth. Then it happened again, even thicker this time, and landed entirely on her tits… fuck, this was hot… so innocent and cute, but so nasty and sloppy at the same time… She reached up and wrapped one of her delicate little hands around my cock, and every time she worked her mouth down she’d slide her hand the rest of the way, and then back up to her mouth… this repeated again and again, and I noticed a very wet sound happening every time her mouth came off of my cock… this all sounded and felt fantastic, and seeing her literally drooling over my cock was so erotic… and then I realized she was looking into the camera and even giggling a little bit… the intensity of it all was really building up for me, I could feel the pulse in my cock in her hands.

I saw the timer on the camera and realized it had been nearly fifteen minutes, and she was only now starting to solely use her hand somewhat and take a break from using her mouth. She grabbed my cock with her left hand and began to stroke at the exact same pace her mouth had moved at… again, she looked up at me with that sweet little face, and bit her lip with a tiny bit of mischief evident. Then she took my hand and placed it on her face, and leaned into it slightly. As my hand cradled her face and stroked her hair she was in heaven… I guided her back to my cock and she took it into her mouth again without hesitation, back and forth several times, then I guided her away and she continued to stroke, looked up at me, and into the camera… she just looked so fucking satisfied to be on her knees and fully devoted to my cock…

“I’m getting closer” I said… she looked up at me with utter delight, and  said “I can’t swallow it… but I want you to cum so bad”… I told her to keep using her hand, and to use her mouth when my cock need to be wetter… She sucked and stroked, sucked and stroked, drooled, and looked up at me… I start to breath heavily, and she lit up like a child on Christmas morning. Even ready to have a load of cum shot onto her, there was still a sweetness and innocence to her that I was enjoying immensely.

She started to go a little faster, with joyous satisfaction on her face, her tits jiggling and glistening from her own drool, her hand sliding over my cock again and again… I felt it coming and instinctively took a deep breath in… her eyes opened wide and she pointed my cock toward her tits… she stroked and stroked and I began to cum, several blasts landing on her chest in rapid fire succession. She giggled again, her eyes on my face the entire time… I kept my eyes on her as best as I could, but I did close them for a moment, overcome with the sensations of my orgasm. I felt my body shiver for a second, and my breathing took a moment to recover a regular pace… she shifted her eyes from my face to my cock, and just kept on stroking… admiring it, and her work, before finally letting out a long sigh, and laying her naked body on the carpeted floor, my cum still coating her tits, looking up at me and saying “did I do a good job?”. “You did a very good job” I replied, savoring the lustful yet innocent, satisfied look on her face.

[writtenbynick]

Long, long legs - part 2

Having seen just how reactive she was to the way I touched her body, and how wildly her body moved as she orgasmed in response to my fingers, I knew she was telling the truth about not having been with a satisfying partner in such a long time. I started to wonder if she had ever really been fully satisfied before… not just having an orgasm, but getting to the point where one briefly forgets that there is anything else in existence besides overwhelming pleasure… communication has always been of the utmost importance to me, and I think that’s a huge part of why she was able to let herself go to the extent she just did, but I wasn’t done yet… not by a long shot.

I began to kiss and lick her nipples again, this time much more assertively than before. She moaned at first, and then began to let out little whimpers as I began to lightly bite… her body continued to writhe, but now with my body weight on top of her. As my mouth traveled over her breasts, her ribs, her stomach, I made sure to linger in any spots that elicited a noticeable change in her movement or breathing. God, I love the process of finding all the little spots in a woman’s body that she finds erogenous. As I traveled lower and lower I realized that as I kissed the very lowest spot on her belly, my chin was starting to press into her just above her pubic bone, and she loved it. I was definitely going to use this to my advantage in the moments to come.

Adjusting my position, I slid both of my arms underneath her thighs, bringing my hands to her hips, and rather than move myself to her I used my upper body strength to pull her inner thighs toward my face. She gasped, followed by a long and excited “mmmmmm” as I began to lick her inner thighs. One side, and then the other, and then I flicked my tongue over her clit. Her hips heaved, and her fingers clutched the sheets, I saw that her eyes were rolled back again, but at one point they looked at me in what was seemingly disbelief. I was already fairly certain that she’d never experienced multiple orgasms before, and her eyes were confirming that suspicion as far as I was concerned.

As my tongue began to move back and forth, side to side, flicking gently with just the very tip and then flattening out and applying pressure broadly, she once again started to shake, even more powerfully than before. Knowing that this wouldn’t take very long, I progressed to sliding my middle finger into her, using it to make that curling “come over here” gesture that I knew would touch her G spot inside of her, all the while still using my mouth on her. With my other hand, I began to press down on the spot my chin had previously found, basically the other side of the “wall” where the G spot is. Instantly, her hips and legs were shaking in what seemed like an uncontrollably fast manner. Her moans and gasps and sounds starting coming out in short, rapid-fire bursts, and she started to cum. I could feel the wetness coming from her, coating my chin, and she let out a long unbroken moan, I could feel all of her muscles tensing… the moan got louder, and then at its peak, I felt her body go from shaking and tense to still shaking and almost becoming limp.

No rest this time, I looked at her and said “can you cum again?”. She looked over at me, her face reddened and her eyes glazed over, and said “I don’t… I’m not… I don’t know… maybe…”. I pulled my shirt off, then my jeans, and then my boxer briefs (and felt her fingertips on them, right before they were pulled away). She grabbed at my cock, and I let her hands linger there for a moment, but pretty quickly moved to her hips once again. I started to slide my cock over her clit, and it made her shiver, she was still so very sensitive. I grabbed my cock and slapped her clit and the lips of her pussy with it, she was so wet that I could see little drops of wetness landing on her belly each time. I slid my hand over my cock, and now that it was slickened over, I started to slowly press into her. For the first time she took a very deep breath, and again her eyes darted down to my cock, then to my eyes, to my cock again, and then rolling away as I started to move back and forth, in and out of her.

“Ohhhh… Ohhhh…. OHHHHH….”, I could feel her body starting to tense again, both with my hands (which were pinning her hips in place), from her reactions, and now I could feel it around my cock. Having only given her slow controlled thrusts, I started to pick up the pace and intensity. “OHHHHHHHHH”, she moaned again… the shaking came back, one of her hands grabbed onto my wrist, the other came to my lower back at times, and seemed to just float in space. After a mere two or three minutes the tension in her body had come to its apex again, and as I felt that happening I continued to pick up the intensity. I thoroughly let myself have at it, as I knew she wasn’t going to last as long as I was, and if she couldn’t handle any more for the evening this might be my only shot to really FUCK HER. I started hammering away, every time my hips made contact with her there was a slapping sound, and she began to scream. Her eyes locked onto mine for a moment, her hands came to the back of my neck, and I started to feel her pussy rapidly squeezing onto my cock. With one last scream that again echoed through the room, her eyes shut tight on her still reddened face, her body shook, her muscled twitched, and then she once again went limp. I realized at that point how much she was sweating, which made her body glisten, making all of the little muscle spasms so much more noticeable. As I pulled away from her I notice that she had become so wet that there was a giant wet spot right in the center of her bed. She had cum three times, each more strongly than the last, so it wasn’t surprising that the sheets were soaked through, but it hadn’t really crossed my mind until now.

As I moved away from her, she looked toward me, her legs still shivering, and said “you didn’t cum yet”. I moved to the side of the bed and said “you’re right”, grabbing a fistful of her hair at the back of her head, and leading her firmly off the bed, and firmly putting her on her knees right in front of me. Now that I had gotten her off to what I believed was the full extent she could handle, I was going to continue to do just what she had said before this all started: “do what I want and take complete control” of her… but this time entirely for my own pleasure.

[writtenbynick]

Long, long legs - Part 1

Long, long legs - pt 1

*had to hunt this down online and repost it (the original had hundreds of notes)

Working in the fitness, yoga, and health industry, it’s pretty normal for me to get emails or facebook messages from people I’ve never met before. Wanting to set up appointments, ask about exercises, or how to stretch properly, that kind of thing. I was really surprised one day when I got a message from a girl I had gone to high school with. I was two years older than her, and knew her from an elective class that we both took. She was 6′0 tall (the same height as me) and it seemed like all of it was legs, easily the tallest woman I’ve ever been with (most of the girls I’d been with were in the area 5′0 to 5′5, with one or two making it to 5′8). She was slender, soft-bodied, and had the most innocent baby face you could imagine, maybe just barely a B cup, but she loved to prop them up as much as possible when she had a reason to dress up. It was really obvious way back when that she had a crush on me because her face would turn tomato red when I’d talk to her (even to the point that a teacher once asked her if she was medically ok, and then joked about what the cause must have been). We had become friends, and flirted a lot in a harmless manner. It was always clear that being a little older and more experienced, my mind operated on something of “Rated R” manner, while she still had a bit of a PG outlook on life.

She was asking me about a local gym that I had recently stopped working at. I told her about the facility, and she immediately asked where I work now. I was teaching yoga classes out of a local studio, and she said she’d tried it once or twice but wasn’t any good at it. She said something about wishing she “was more bendy”, and that was the about the extent of the discussion. A week or so later, I was very surprised that she showed up to class, and wanted to take part. We made it through the class, and I could tell that she was straining to stretch in some of the poses… the legs were long, and looked fantastic in her very form fitting leggings, so did her ass, but she was correct about not being very flexible. We chatted after class, it was genuinely nice to see her after so many years. She filled me in about her life since high school. She had gone to school, gotten a job, gotten married… then hated it all, went to school for something else, and gotten divorced. In the midst of figuring out life she moved back home for a bit, and was now on her own again, back in her old hometown.

Eventually, she asked me if I could come to her house to help her set up a small home gym, put together some home workout routines, and asked if I’d like to stay for dinner. The relationship shifted from professional to personal, and in pretty much the same breath that she told me she had everything she needed in the fitness department, she also asked if I’d come over next week, and told me that she’d make it “worth it”.

I took her up on her offer and went to her place for dinner. She’d also become a pretty good cook since high school, which I very much appreciated. And then she asked me to come sit down with her. She told me that she knew she’d be moving before the end of the year, and that she wasn’t looking for a relationship, but she hadn’t had sex in a long time, and hadn’t had GOOD sex in even longer. It didn’t take long before the after-dinner conversation moved to the couch. We talked a little more for a while, and she started to get a little more cuddly, a little more touchy-feely…  

We began to caress each other, my fingertips gliding around her ear, on the back of her neck, my fingers pushing their way through her chin length hair… as I did this it was obvious how much she craved the touch, her eyes closed and she gently leaned into my hands, wherever they went. I started to draw her toward me, and give her very soft kisses on the forehead, on the cheek, just below the ear, just behind the earlobe, and then all along her neck leading down to her collarbone. Her reactions were starting to become more pronounced, but they were still very soft… she gently bit one side of her bottom lip, which seemed to be quivering just a little, and her eyebrows moved in a manner that told me she’s the type that almost looks like she’s going to cry when she experiences physical pleasures.

I began to unbutton her shirt, she lifted her hands as if they were going to meet mine but stopped short… I noticed her hands were slightly shaking… it was becoming clearer and clearer that while I was comfortable taking charge, she wasn’t quite sure what to do, perhaps because it was our first time together. I continued to remove her shirt, and let my hands begin to explore her torso. Her breathing was picking up in pace, and becoming much sharper any time I really took hold of her firmly… I resumed kissing her, this time just above her collarbones, and then just below, starting go a little lower every time my lips made contact with her skin. My hands moved to the back of her body and unclasped her bra, which made her breathe sharply once again… she almost seemed shocked that I was able to unclasp it in one attempt.

As my hands resumed gliding over her skin they continually moved closer to her breasts, my lips still on her neck. The closer they got, the more she seemed to stop moving, and when they got there the shaking that had only existed in her hands thus far was now starting to happen throughout her whole body. I looked toward her face, starting to wonder if maybe she didn’t feel ready for what was happening, and said “you’re shaking, is this all ok?”, and she looked me in the eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m not sure what to say, so I’ll just say it… I want you to take complete control and do whatever you want with me”. As she said it, I could tell there was a tremendous nervousness running through her, but as soon as she saw the devilish smirk on my face, she smiled and bit her lip once again, her eyes told me that she could tell that I was into the idea…

I stopped holding back so much, and forcefully pulled her body toward me, my mouth immediately making contact with her right breast, my tongue swirling over her nipple, licking, sucking, and then biting… she gasped and the shaking become even more pronounced, but now I knew it was a good sign, and I didn’t need to worry. One breast, and then the other, my hands grabbing onto her skin, my fingertips pressing into her flesh.. and as soon as I pulled away, I lifted one hand to her lips and started to slide two fingers into her mouth. She brought both of her hands to my forearms and held them in place, her tongue started to circle around my fingers as she sucked on them, her eyes closed, and a gentle “mmmmmm” replaced the heavy breathing and gasping. My other hand rose up and firmly took hold of her neck, and I stood up, guiding her to lift up with me. We walked to her bedroom, my fingers in her mouth the entire time, and once we were there I pushed her down onto the bed, and climbed on top.

Aggressively, I started to unbutton her jeans, and pull them away from her incredibly long legs. As soon as they were off, I paused momentarily and looked toward her face. It took her a few seconds to realize that nothing was happening and look toward me. As soon as she did, I slapped her pussy over her little hip hugger panties, causing her whole body to spasm as once again she closed her eyes and loudly gasped… and then I saw a wicked little smile forming on her face…

As I pulled her panties away from her hips she was DRIPPING wet. I tapped and slapped teased her pussy lips, and then squeezed them toward each other… and then I pressed my thumb onto her clit and she CONVULSED, letting out a loud “OHHHHH” sound… I knew she was so aroused that this wasn’t going to take long, and began to circle my fingers around her clit, changing directions, and pressures, and speeds, watching her reactions to see what she’d do. She gripped the sheets, arched her back, and let out an “OHHH GOD” that was loud enough to echo off the walls… she shook and panted, and I reached over and tightly pinched her nipple, not letting go… her body started to to spasm even more, her face turned bright red (which was hard to see at first because her head was moving backward following the arch of her back every time I pressed into her). I repositioned my hand to use my other fingers on her clit, and before I knew it she was wildly bucking and moaning, her muscles started to twitch, and she moaned yet again, a long sustained moan this time, with a heavy sigh at the end…

She grabbed my hand, and looked over at me… her expression was a mix of bewilderment and delight, and I could see her sort of settling into a relaxed position… “that felt so good”, she said, starting to run her fingers over my body, and down to my cock. I could tell she was saying this with a sense of finality, having had a powerful orgasm… “Oh, you’re not done yet…” I said, as I brought my hand to her pussy once more… This was just the beginning, and I planned to see just how far I could take her before using her for my own pleasure…

[writtenbynick]

Slow And Steady - Part 2

Having recovered from her orgasm, her reddened face started to return to its normal skin tone, she darted forward, grabbed my face with both hands, and started to kiss me passionately. Her wetness was still on my lips and chin, I hadn’t even had the chance to fully wipe it away before she kissed me. You almost couldn’t even call it kissing, her tongue was going wild, and she began biting my lips, sucking on my tongue, licking at me wildly. Whatever sexual inhibitions that had remained until this point were completely dropped now that she had experienced such a fulfilling climax.

It was almost as though our bodies couldn’t physically move fast enough for her primal need to please me. She clawed at my shirt, pulling it off, and began to kiss my chest, dragging her teeth across my skin, her hands grabbing onto my midsection, she traced the lines of my abdomen with her tongue… as she did, I could feel her huge breasts colliding with my cock. She noticed my very pleased reaction to this, and lingered for a moment, letting her body sway back and forth slightly, making sure that her tits bounced into my cock a few times… her hands slid lower and started to fully remove my pants and boxers, which were already down to my knees from before I had gone down on her. Grabbing my cock with one hand, she lifted it upward and started to move her tongue over the entirety of it, not sucking it just yet, but licking, gliding over it again and again, up and down, changing sides every few moments… and then she dropped her head a little lower and started to lick and suck on my balls… If I’m truthful, this isn’t quite as intense a sensation for me as having my cock licked and sucked, but as soon as she got there, she looked up and locked eyes with me, watching for my reactions. I could see from that look in her eyes that she was truly allowing herself to enjoy doing something she perceived as being “naughty”, or “dirty”.

If I wasn’t sure already, what happened next proved it beyond a shadow of a  doubt… she started to say wonderfully dirty things, keeping her eyes right on mine the whole time. “I’ve been waiting to be down on my knees like this… your dick is so big, so hard… I want to make your cock feel so good… do you like when I try to go deep?”.  She took a deep breath and then tried to go down as far as she could, making it almost all the way down, but stopped with almost 2 inches left to go. I felt her hands grab the back of my thighs as she slowly tried to pull herself further, and then she backed away with a large gasp. She was struggling for air, but as she drew in another breath she had such a wonderfully dirty smile on her face. “I want to take the whole thing, but you’re too big… Do  you like when I gag on your cock?”.

She didn’t wait for an answer, and started to aggressively take me into her mouth again, faster and faster, her eyes staying on mine other than when she needed to close them because she was causing herself to choke by going down so far that she couldn’t handle it. This was quickly becoming one of the loudest blowjobs I’d ever had, these wonderful little wet sounds and whimpers coming from her mouth, again and again.. “I want to taste your cum, I want to feel your cock in my throat as you cum”.

I was getting closer and closer, and I knew she could tell. My cock was starting to throb inside her mouth. She started to sway her body more and more, her tits heaving and colliding with my thighs. “I want you to cum for me, I want to taste it”, she sucked harder, the noises grew more frequent, I could actually feel her starting to sweat as my fingertips touched her skin. Her breathing became almost erratic, it was clear that she was just pushing herself as quickly and deeply as she was capable, only ever stopping to stroke my cock, look into my eyes, and saying things like “I want your load in my mouth, I want to swallow it all, I love being a bad girl on my knees for your cock”…

I started to cum… god, my whole body shook, and I could feel that there was a LOT… she kept moving forward and backward, again and again, and then a little slower, and then she stayed perfectly in place, her eyes opening wide and looking up at mine… she had realized that there was more cum unloading into her mouth than she could keep up with, and started to swallow in large gulps rather than trying to hold it, or swallow it gradually. When she finished, she opened her mouth and powerfully drew in a breath, a few drops of my cum spilling out onto her lips… she put her hands down and leaned backward, her big tits jiggling as she moved, her tight little body looking like my very own playmate of the month… she looked up at me and smiled, both of us completely satisfied in what had taken place over the course of the last hour or so… I think I was still slightly shocked that this was the same girl that was so shy and reserved a month ago, now looking like a porn model, nude, on her knees, having just gagged and swallowed and pleased me so thoroughly.

[writtenbynick]

Slow And Steady... Part 1

Regarding a previous post, with the screenshot messages…

A couple that I am good friends with (they’re an openly gay male couple, actually) invited me to a group event, and I didn’t realize that the purpose of this was to set me up with a female friend of theirs. I generally steer clear of blind date set-ups, but in this case I wasn’t aware, and thankfully things went well.

If you’ve ever seen the line “girl next door”, usually applied to the look Playboy magazine wants their models to have, she was it. Some women have a distinct feature or characteristic that is easy to point to as being attractive… high cheekbones, big eyes, or plump lips… sometimes these features even make people seem unapproachable, like a Hollywood actress or model. This woman, she definitely had really nice eyes, and a great smile (though, she seemed to be trying to hide her emotions somewhat), and her face was just exactly that “girl next door” look… the type of pretty that is completely captivating, wholesome even, while still looking like a girl that would have talked to everyone at school when we were teenagers…  

The interesting part is that she was incredibly shy and reserved at first, to the point where I had a hard time reading whether or not she wanted to be there on a set-up, or if she was just humoring the situation to be kind to my friends, and possibly myself. We talked a lot that night, and had a bite to eat, mostly sticking to ourselves but occasionally joining in with the group (who seemed to be trying to make sure we were alone as much as possible). When it was time for the evening to wrap up, I was 50/50 on asking her out to dinner, just because she was so hard to read. I figured “why not?”, and she said she’d like to get together, but also rushed out incredibly fast at the end of the discussion. I wasn’t sure what to make of that.

Fast forward to date #1. Lots of good conversation, but not much opening up on her part. Not so much as a hug or a kiss on the cheek. Date #2 seemed a little more easy-going, but there wasn’t any sign of sexual chemistry. Then date #3… and #4…. we were now definitely developing a friendship, her super dorky-but-cute personality was becoming less guarded, and she was much more relaxed around me. I was hoping for at least a kiss at this point though, if nothing else than to see if there was SOME sign that this really nice, really pretty girl could possibly be a match for me in the bedroom. I’m a highly sexual person, and definitely need satisfying sex to be happy and feel connected to someone in a relationship, so it’s important to know if that’s something that will work

Date #5… we got a bite to eat and saw a movie… I made it a point to place my arm against hers in the theater, and wondered if she’d possibly hold my hand if I made it obvious… nope… we leave the theater at the end of the film, and she seems to be RUSHING out into the rain… I figure, “now or never”, and I slowed her down a bit, told her I enjoyed our evening (which I genuinely did), locked eyes with her, put one arm around her low back, my other hand on the side of her neck, and started to lean in… I felt her hands on the sides of my body as I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. It wasn’t earth-shattering, but she smiled when I pulled away, and I thought “well, I tried”.

She was texting me roughly 20 minutes later, saying she had a great night with me… I honestly was thinking “it’s only about 10:00… we could still be spending time together”. We texted for a bit, and that was how the evening concluded. I was starting to think “maybe this woman doesn’t have a sex drive… maybe this won’t work out”… and then I woke up to a text message. “I just love reading in the morning”, the text read, accompanied by a picture of her lying in bed, belly down, in a t-shirt and pink panties, her legs bent at the knee with her feet playfully up in the air, the shape of her legs and wonderfully round ass contoured by the sunlight coming in from the window behind her. I was SHOCKED to say the least, and told her as much. She told me she’s shy, and it takes her a while to feel comfortable and brave enough to open up sexually, but she was finally there. She also mentioned that she liked that I had been a gentleman, but she also could tell that there was an “alpha male” in me that I was holding back… I told her she was indeed correct, and I had a newly piqued curiosity regarding her sexual side… “guess you’ll just have to wait and see”, she replied.

Our next date began with her greeting me with a kiss, a much more sensual one than we had experienced at the movies. I took her to a high end pizza place that I really like, then we went to another spot to get a piece of cheesecake, and she was in heaven. We had great conversation on the way there, and back. This time she wanted to spend more time with me afterward, and not rush back to her house, and I welcomed the idea very much. Sitting together and watching some comedy movie on television soon turned into gentle kisses, caresses, and then clear as day, I could see a switch flip in her eyes… she let go of her inhibitions, took her shirt off revealing a black lacy bra which held her deceptively-well concealed D-cup breasts, her very flat stomach, and the amazing curved lines of her perfect hourglass figure. She stood me up, dropped to her knees, looked me directly in the eyes, and started to unzip my jeans, all with a sly smile on her face. Her eyes now pointed toward my boxer briefs which were struggling to contain my erect cock. She slid her fingertips into the waistband and started to slide them downward, drawing my cock downward with them, springing back upward and colliding with her face when it was free. She smiled as it happened, making me realize that was intentional on her part… I was already loving every moment of this side of her.

Very deliberately, she grabbed my cock drawing it to one side, licking her way from the base all the way to the head, and then repeated this technique on the other side. Her tongue then swirled over the head, and she seemed to draw in a deep breath…. I thought to myself “wow, she gets really turned on doing this”, which was half right… She then plunged down as far as she possibly good, taking in everything but the last inch and half or so. I could feel it glide right into her throat until she stalled, stayed there briefly, jostled back and forth a bit, and then slid away, drawing in another large breath, a string of her spit dangling in the air from the head of my cock all the way to her mouth. She was breathing this way to try to last as long as she could with her deep-throat technique. It was amazingly arousing.

This went on for a moment or two, but I NEEDED to explore her as well. I stood her up and started to draw her pants down, discovering that her panties were a perfect match for her bra. Her body had the exact same “girl next door” Playboy Playmate aesthetic that her face did. I would have never guessed that she looked so damn fantastic undressed, her clothing choices had always been somewhat modest, somehow disguising her very Victoria’s Secret model-esque figure. Once her pants were off I began to kiss her neck, her ears, draw my teeth over her skin, and grasp her body with my hands, starting with that gorgeous ass of hers. She gasped, and I felt her getting goosebumps under my fingertips. I clutched her breasts, licked her neck and collarbones, and started to reach behind her to unclasp the very sexy bra. I could have spent an eternity feeling her nipples with my mouth, she was becoming more and more aroused, her breath shortening.. my hands started to work their way lower, sliding into the back of her panties and grabbing her ass once more. I worked my lips down to her stomach, and then her hips. Her excitement seemed nervous now, possibly the anticipation of what was to come was putting her into a bit of a frenzied state.

I began to press my fingers into her inner thighs, followed by kissing them, licking them, and then drawing her panties down and discarding them on the floor. As my fingers started to glide over her I couldn’t help but notice how wet she was. I positioned my fingers to either side of her lips and began to gently squeeze, and then move them in opposite upward and downward directions, keeping the squeezing pressure. Her gasps become gentle moans that I could tell she wasn’t aware she was letting out until they concluded, capped off with a deep inward breath each time. I started to lick up and down over her lips, making sure to linger at her clit, gently flicking my tongue over it. Her hips began to buck, pushing into my mouth and hands. I started to let me middle finger find its way inside of her. Continuing to lick, I applied more pressure using the broader part of my tongue, and pressed my finger into her. Her moaning became louder, her body twitched and writhed. I could tell she wasn’t going to last long, and I was loving the way she reacted to my touch. With one hand pressing down on down on the lowest part of her belly, just between her hipbones, I used the middle and ring fingers on the other hand to press upward inside her, mimicking the “come here” gesture, and my tongue continued to do just has it had been all along… but now I increased the pressure of everything that was going on. She started to let out what began as a moan, but ended as a scream. Her muscled twitched, her skin rippled, her breasts heaved and jiggled, her thighs started to squeeze together… I couldn’t tell if that was involuntary, if she was trying to keep me from pulling away, or if she was preventing me from pushing into her any more than I already was… but I didn’t stop…

After about 20 seconds of this she was entirely overcome, and let out a breathless shudder, her eyes finally opening to look at me, her face completely reddened. She placed her hands on my face, her eyes letting me know that she couldn’t handle a single second more. I pulled away, watching her there, quivering and trying to recover her breath. Before I could wipe the wetness from my face she darted forward, grabbing my face with both hands and kissing me, deeply and passionately. I could see that I had awakened something in her, and now that she was thoroughly satisfied it was my turn…

[writtenbynick]

A Trip To The Beach With A Very Sexy Friend

About two years ago, I reconnected with a friend I’d known since I was very young. We had seen each other here and there briefly, but hadn’t really been in contact on any sort of a regular basis in many, many years. She’s about 5′8,, I seem to recall her saying that she weighed about 115 lbs, shoulder length blonde hair, blueish green eyes, very slender, very feminine and fair, with impossibly long legs. To be blunt, she’s strikingly attractive, to the point that makes it hard for people to look away at times. We also had amazing conversations that could last for hours, about deeply personal things, that… for today’s purposes, I’ll skip over.

I’ll spare the details of our reconnecting, save for the fact that at this moment in time we had both been through recent breakups, and there had always been an underlying attraction between us, way back when. However, we had never really been in a situation that progressed passed friendship, and a little bit of innocent flirting, perhaps. But, gradually, as we spent more time texting, and talking, we both found ourselves making innuendos and double entendres, sometimes subtly, and sometimes… much less so.

And then, one particular Wednesday night, after a very long work day, I received a text on the way home from work. My incredibly lovely friend told me that she had decided that she was going to take a one day trip to the beach, and book a hotel for a day. It had been practically forever since I had been to the ocean, and as we both work very hard, long hours, I told her that I was quite envious of her plan to get away for the day. I wasn’t really expecting her to say what she told me next, though: “Envious? You’re coming with me”.

I was slightly taken aback, and also thrilled that she’d like me to come along with her. After a little bit of the “are you sure you’d like me to be there?”, and “don’t be silly, of course” type of back and forth, she told me that she was going to book the room, and would message me afterward. About 10 minutes later, she texted me again: “ok, I booked a room, but there was an issue”. She explained to me that in the time that we had been texting, all the rooms with TWO beds had been taken, so she booked a room with just one bed instead.

Now, I know myself very well. I’m an immensely sexual creature. I’ve never been tempted by alcohol or drugs or gambling, or the other standard vices that people will venture into. Pretty ladies, however… Well, I certainly have a weak spot there. That said - I pride myself on never having any type of encounter with a woman where I took advantage of her, or acted against her will. This isn’t to say that things haven’t been intense, or dominant, or even very rough… but only when that has been what has been desired by a woman, and communicated as such. I’ve also had many soft, sweet, romantic encounters, much more tenderness and much less animal in nature.

So, my inner gentleman had me replying “with all joking and playful flirting aside, I have no expectations of anything at all, and I’d be happy to sleep over the covers, or bring a sleeping bag and camp on the floor, and I’ll be a perfect gentleman if you think I should sleep in the bed”. I meant every word too, despite the fact that I knew just how much I craved her sexually.

Very quickly, she replied with the sentiment that she loves that I am indeed a gentleman, but that she was also “completely fine with whatever happens”. She made it VERY clear that she wouldn’t have invited me unless she was comfortable with me on “all levels… every single one”, and that she had no expectations from me, with one exception: She wanted me to spend the evening with her on the beach, and to hold her in my arms as we looked up at the moon.

Thursday was the longest day ever, and Friday seemed to drag on in a completely unacceptable manner. The very instant I finished work I texted her, and told her that I was on my way to meet her at the hotel. It was roughly an hour drive, and she had already made it there, and located the beach we wanted to go to, about another ten minute drive away.

I got there just after the sun had gone down, met her at the door of the hotel, and gave her a very tight hug. We headed to our room, grabbed what we needed for the beach, and got moving right away. As previously stated, I hadn’t been to the ocean in quite some time. A bit of a crime, as I live so close to the Atlantic. The feeling of the sand between my toes as we walked, holding hands, toward the shore was delightful. We picked a spot to lay out our blanket, and sat, staring up at the moon and stars. It was such a picture perfect New England night, hardly a cloud in the sky.

After sitting and talking for a little while, we decided to go into the water. As I took off my shirt, she took off her layers revealing a white bikini with a pink and green floral print, the straps at the top crossed in front of her neck and wrapped around her, framing her neck and shoulders beautifully. We stepped into the water gradually, noting that it was a bit colder than expected at first. As we got to the point where the water was roughly above the knee, we noted something else: every footstep was creating a cloud of shimmering flickers under the surface of the water. Neither of us realized that there was going to be this seemingly magical substance under the water (that turned out to be some sort of bio-luminescent plankton), creating the illusion that we were giving off a glittering trail of movement as we pushed further from the beach.

I decided to submerge fully, and she did the same, and we found ourselves gravitating toward each other, our arms meeting, my hands resting on her hips… I can’t recall what we talked about, other than the fact that we were both very much enjoying the water now that we had acclimated, and were so fortunate to have such a perfect night off, and the moon and ethereal shimmers were really putting things over the top… the same was true of being there together, and how our bodies touched in the ocean waters.

When we decided to head back to our blanket, we sat down, facing toward the water, and the moon… she sat in front of me, and I put my hands on her hips once more, drawing her backward to me. She leaned into me, resting her head on my chest, and wrapping my arms around her petite frame. It didn’t take long before we found our fingers tracing one another’s bodies, enjoying the feeling of our skin meeting more fully than before. Within another few moments, we found our eyes meeting, and our bodies drawing closer… this time, our lips met, softly at first, but as I pushed forward into her, I felt her pushing back into me… my hands rising to the back of her neck, pulling her toward me even more… my fingers lacing through her hair..

When we withdrew, it was only because we noticed that there was another car entering the parking lot.. far enough away that they couldn’t see us, but the headlights in our general direction must have made her become momentarily bashful. It truly was momentary, however… I said “well, I guess now you’ll be too chicken to go skinny dipping”… she looked at me, silently, perhaps a touch surprised by my somewhat brazen comment. And then, she got up, started running toward the water, and peeling her bikini off, flinging it without concern. I got up, followed in suit, and discarded my trunks as well, and we found ourselves in the water once more. Our bodies eventually becoming even closer this time… I did note, however, that she was careful not to get TOO close to me for any extended period of time, below the waist.

Eventually, returning to our clothes, we put them back on, remarking how we should have done this slightly differently, as now they were more sandy than we appreciated. It was getting late, and we decided to head back to the car, and return to the hotel. She wondered if anyone saw us, and began to playfully blame me for our naked excursion into the Atlantic, which I playfully pinned back on her.

We got to the hotel, and both showered (individually) to rinse off all the sand, which there was no shortage of. She showered first, and emerged in a grey tank top with spaghetti straps, and black yoga pants, both clinging snugly to her tight little body. When I finished showering, she was sitting on the bed, flipping through the channels on the television. I sat next to her, and we started to chat. The chatting lasted quite some time, and eventually she rested her head on my chest once more. I held her closely, and she looked up at me, rising to kiss me.

Never removing my lips from hers, I felt her tongue flicking over mine, and I repositioned myself over her, resting my body on top of hers. I started to move toward her cheek, and then her ear, kissing, and licking, and biting gently… she was incredibly responsive, her body starting to writhe as I kissed her neck, a little lower with each kiss, until I arrived at her collar bones. I peeled away the straps of her tank top, exposing her gorgeous breasts. I’d be lying if I said I had never thought of this over the nearly two decades that I’d known her. She had beautiful b cups, perky, that fit her frame perfectly.

I thought she was responsive when I kissed her neck… when I started to kiss her nipples, she went absolutely WILD, gasping and heaving and digging her nails into my back. This only made me even more assertive, licking, and sucking her nipples, grabbing her tits, squeezing them, pressing my weight down onto her. This went on for quite some time, but she got to a point where she couldn’t take it any longer… Using her hands to guide me, she rolled me over, pulling her top off entirely, started to peel my clothes off as well, kissing me passionately, and then pushing my chest away from her, she tugged at my pants, removing them completely, and began to lick up and down the length of my cock. Her tongue felt so amazingly arousing gliding over me, but seeing her eyes looking up at me as she took as much of me into her mouth as should handle was now driving me just as wild as she had become. Up and down, she wrapped her lips tightly around my cock, which was rock hard, and throbbing at this point. Fuck, this felt so good, and it was evident that she was trying hard to get a little deeper at a time. She slowed down only when it was evident that she was gagging, my dick was pressing into her throat and she struggled for air, but it didn’t stop her.

Now it was me that couldn’t take it, and I started to sit up and peel her pants off. She briefly took my cock out of her mouth, smiled that I was undressing her, and began to stroke me as she licked her way down to my balls. It really didn’t matter what she did, seeing those eyes looking up at me was driving me crazy. By the time I got her undressed, she was once again gagging, trying to take all of me that she could. At one point, she started to giggle, and said “I think it’s the thickness, my throat can’t handle it”, plunging herself downward again, a few more times.

I loved this feeling, and it went on for a good long time, but I wanted to taste her as well. I lifted her up, and even though my cock wasn’t in her mouth any more, she grabbed onto it and continued to stroke feverishly. She was almost in a sexually charged trance, and my dick was now her main focus. I grabbed her and pinned her to the bed, licking my down to her hip bones.. Fuck, she was so sexy, and I was enjoying every inch of my travels from her breasts down to her hips, to her inner thighs, and finally I ran my tongue over her completely shaved pussy. She was so very wet, and as soon as I touched her clit, she let out a very loud moan, that only increased in volume as I pushed harder, and pressed into her. I get tremendously turned on by pleasing a woman, and she was bucking her hips, gasping, moaning… But again, she was so turned on that I could tell she almost couldn’t handle it.

Once more, we changed positions. This time she climbed on top of me, grabbing my cock, and guiding it into her, just a little at first, allowing her body to descend slowly and take me as deeply as she could… “Fuckkkkk…..”, she let out softly, and slowly. She started to slowly lift up, and then back down again… It was clear that she needed to go slowly at first, but after a moment or two she increased in speed. She started to buck, harder and harder, leaning forward, she pulled my face toward hers. We kissed passionately as she continued to grind and bounce up and down on my cock. Fuck, she was so tight, and sexy… I crunched downward slightly so I could lick and bite her nipples once again, and she loudly let out an “OHHHHH, GODDDDD”, starting to move faster, and faster… I could feel her pussy starting to tighten around me, her gasps becoming more shallow and frequent. She started to moan once more, and then her body began to shiver and spasm, her hands grasping my shoulders tightly, until she finally slowed down and gathered her breath. “Oh fuck, oh my god”, she said… and then “I want you to cum… I want to make you cum”. The devilish look in her eyes was something of pure erotic beauty.

One final time, we reversed positions, and as I climbed on top of her, and entered her, I positioned her legs up over my shoulders. “Fuck me any way you want to, I want you to cum, I want your cum so bad, baby”… Her dirty talk was just making this more arousing, and I started to fuck her, HARD. She moaned and gasped again, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her nails once again clawed into my back, and the headboard of our bed began to knock against the wall, again and again and again, rapidly. Between that, and her moans of “Ohhhhh”, and “FUCKKKK”, I have zero doubts that the people in the neighboring room heard us and knew exactly what we were up to. “Cum for me, baby, I want your cum so bad, I want you to cum inside me!”… I started to feel my cock throbbing, it was only a matter of time now. She could feel it too, and told me as much “mmmm… I can feel your big cock throbbing, cum for me, I want it!”. I continued to hammer away, and I finally gasped loudly as well, feeling myself empty inside of her… that devilish look was still here, those eyes looking up at me… goddamn, it was so sexy… She grabbed my face and we kissed and kissed and kissed, my cock still inside of her. I moved toward her nipples once again, and she laughed and said “no no no, I definitely can’t handle more right now”…

Thankfully, she felt differently when we awoke the following morning, refreshed and recharged, before we went back to the beach, where she was shocked, and then laughed at just how many marks she left on my back with her fingernails…