Straight Male / 33
Krisden
I'm still amazed at how easy it all was, how quickly my "defenses" went down, how fast I ended up with her cock in my mouth without a care in the world. Three days, barely leaving bed, cuddling, talking, and of course sucking each others' dicks went by so fast. I never thought I'd do it, but I did it like it came natural.
Her long dark hair with the blonde highlights, the catgirl classes, her thick thighs, and perfect perky b-cups had me from the moment those brown eyes hit me at the party. That perfect skin, no tattoos, perfectly pale save that pop of cute pink lipstick with matching nails. Her cute shorts and that top with the cherry pattern, paired with bright red heels that walked gracefully across the room to me while everyone stared. Something special was coming, I knew it.
She led me to her couch, poured some Chardonnay, and we talked. About anything, everything. Nearly four hours after we'd already connected about two hours prior. And that whole time casual touching, pressing close to hear each other, feeling her breath in my ear, hearing her voice that was so sweet with just a slight edge to it. Her compliments, combined with a light touch on the arm, the shoulder, an attempt to pull my hand and hold it, her "fixing" my hair (it was already fixed, you just wanted an excuse).
Finally, a request from her - asking me to give her a goodnight kiss and pointing at her perfect pout. Do I have to leave? It all depends on your kiss. No pressure. I move in close, smell again her perfume, slide my hand behind her ear onto her neck, pull her slightly toward me, and press my lips to hers - Chardonnay, lipstick, opening, tongues darting then connecting then seemingly wrestling, a deep sharp breath inward, and arms around each other. I'm shirtless and she's caressing my chest - she's in a lace bra and panty set - white, skintight.
I see her cock then and we stop when she noticing me staring. Is this okay? Show it to me. She does, four inches hard, hairless balls but a little bush on top perfectly manicured. Touch it for me. She does, a couple of slow but firm strokes that cause her to glisten at the tip, a bead forming that will soon need to find a home or drop to her thigh. She led me to the bedroom by the hand, and for the next three days taught me to suck, stroke, kiss, and caress her. And I did.
We held each other after every act, just enjoying the sound of each other breathing, coming down from pleasure highs. This was nothing like anyone I'd ever been with before - I wanted to yell from the roof and sob like a child in equal measure. I wanted to smell her so deeply it made me light headed. We ate, we watched a few movies, never finished any of them. Always back to the bed, always ending each act in care and love.
The funny thing is, there was no penetration in three days. I would have let her (I even wanted her to do it), but she always went the route of her mouth, her hands, her breasts, or even once by frotting. With the energy we built together, I can only imagine how good that would have felt - hard but not fast, firm but loving, moving together. I hope there is a next time, maybe find out.
Her long dark hair with the blonde highlights, the catgirl classes, her thick thighs, and perfect perky b-cups had me from the moment those brown eyes hit me at the party. That perfect skin, no tattoos, perfectly pale save that pop of cute pink lipstick with matching nails. Her cute shorts and that top with the cherry pattern, paired with bright red heels that walked gracefully across the room to me while everyone stared. Something special was coming, I knew it.
She led me to her couch, poured some Chardonnay, and we talked. About anything, everything. Nearly four hours after we'd already connected about two hours prior. And that whole time casual touching, pressing close to hear each other, feeling her breath in my ear, hearing her voice that was so sweet with just a slight edge to it. Her compliments, combined with a light touch on the arm, the shoulder, an attempt to pull my hand and hold it, her "fixing" my hair (it was already fixed, you just wanted an excuse).
Finally, a request from her - asking me to give her a goodnight kiss and pointing at her perfect pout. Do I have to leave? It all depends on your kiss. No pressure. I move in close, smell again her perfume, slide my hand behind her ear onto her neck, pull her slightly toward me, and press my lips to hers - Chardonnay, lipstick, opening, tongues darting then connecting then seemingly wrestling, a deep sharp breath inward, and arms around each other. I'm shirtless and she's caressing my chest - she's in a lace bra and panty set - white, skintight.
I see her cock then and we stop when she noticing me staring. Is this okay? Show it to me. She does, four inches hard, hairless balls but a little bush on top perfectly manicured. Touch it for me. She does, a couple of slow but firm strokes that cause her to glisten at the tip, a bead forming that will soon need to find a home or drop to her thigh. She led me to the bedroom by the hand, and for the next three days taught me to suck, stroke, kiss, and caress her. And I did.
We held each other after every act, just enjoying the sound of each other breathing, coming down from pleasure highs. This was nothing like anyone I'd ever been with before - I wanted to yell from the roof and sob like a child in equal measure. I wanted to smell her so deeply it made me light headed. We ate, we watched a few movies, never finished any of them. Always back to the bed, always ending each act in care and love.
The funny thing is, there was no penetration in three days. I would have let her (I even wanted her to do it), but she always went the route of her mouth, her hands, her breasts, or even once by frotting. With the energy we built together, I can only imagine how good that would have felt - hard but not fast, firm but loving, moving together. I hope there is a next time, maybe find out.
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