Continued from prior entry.
One evening we were sitting, drinking wine and watching TV. Our conversation
rambled over many topics, none of any consequence. We started to talk about
fantasies. I asked her what her favorite fantasy was and to my surprise she
blushed and didn’t want to tell me. Intrigued, I kept coming back to the
question and she kept putting me off. Finally when I asked again she looked at
me and softly told me she was too embarrassed to tell me about it but she would
show me if I was willing. I didn’t know what was coming but I definitely
wanted to find out what her secret might be.
We picked up our wineglasses and she took my hand and led me into the bedroom.
She didn’t say anything, just slowly started to undress me. When I was naked
she had me lay back on the bed. It had a brass headboard and she had me reach
up and grab hold of the headboard. She told me that whatever I did not to let
go of the headboard.
To say that I was excited and intrigued is an understatement. I made a vow to
myself that there was no way I would let go. I doubt that she was thinking
about it but by giving me the ability to get away I had to admit to myself that
this was something I chose to do. I could have stopped it at any point. I
wanted this to happen.
She sat on the edge of the bed sipping her wine, looking at me. I lay there
naked with my arms above my head staring back at her. Neither of us said a
word. Once in a while I saw a smile play across her face and she would softly
run a finger across my chest or leg or arm. I often wonder what she was
thinking as she looked down at me.
When she finished her wine she stood up and slowly started to undress. If
possible I started to become more aroused as I watched her. She looked at me
and chuckled.
She straddled my body, sitting on my belly. She kissed me, her tongue invading
my mouth. Her fingers entwined in my hair, she slowly moved my head so she
could use her tongue to trace around my chin and along my neck. Her tongue
went in my ear and I jerked. It felt like a cross between an electric shock
and being tickled. She stopped, raised herself up and looked at me with a kind
of quizzical look. Then she smiled.
Her fingers tightened in my hair and she turned my head to the side. Fingers
in my hair held my head in place as her tongue attacked my ear. My body bucked
underneath her and moans escaped from my lips. She turned my head so she could
get at the other ear and then back again. I don’t know how long it lasted,
somewhere between a second and forever, but I wasn’t going to let go of the
headboard.
Finally she stopped, sitting up and looking at me. I lay there trying to catch
my breath. My chest rising and falling as I gulped in air. She was excited, I
could feel her excitement on my stomach. She scooted down my body and her knee
started to slide between my legs. “Spread your legs for me,” she said. I
don’t know why but I was embarrassed as I complied. “Wider.” “I said Wider!”
There I was, flat on my back with my legs open as far apart as I could get
them. She sat between my legs exploring and examining my cock, balls and the
juncture where my legs came together. Yes, embarrassed is the right word.
Suddenly she brought her knee up between my legs, slamming it into my buttocks.
It didn’t really hurt but all I felt was panic, white-hot panic. Any man
knows (maybe women too) the fear I felt at that moment. My legs instinctively
closed as much as they could around her hips. She told me to spread my legs
again. Emotions raced through my being. I knew what she was going to do. I
knew she wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, but what if she made a mistake? It was
all I could do to open my legs. I was timid to say the least. She put her
hands on the insides of my thighs, pushing, to help me along.
Her knee slammed into me again. My legs tried to close again but she was
holding them open. “Keep them open.” Over and over she brought her knee up
between my legs into my buttocks. Each time I could feel the jar through my
body. Each time my legs started to close and I had to work at keeping them
open.
Finally she moved up my body again. She took my cock in her hands and rubbed
her clitoris along its length. My hips came off the bed as I strained to be
inside her. By this time I was probably whimpering I was so aroused and wanted
her to fuck me. Instead, she alternated between using my cock as a dildo and
moving forward over my face so I could lick and suck her. Over and over she
moved up and down my body. I don’t know how many times she came. Every so
often she would stop and rest, sitting on me, grinning like a Cheshire cat,
looking in my eyes, very pleased with herself. Then she would start again.
Eventually she did let me inside. I don’t remember the details of that part
very well. I know I didn’t last too long after being so aroused for so long.
Afterward, as we lay in each others arms, all I could say was that she could
act out her fantasy with me anytime she desired.
Originally posted 2007-09-27 13:58:28. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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