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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Apologies for the delay. Sometimes life gets in the way.
The truth is I didn’t know they came in Double H. Over the years I have looked at ladies and thought “Wow” and I’ve thought “Ohh” but not usually in relation to breast size and I have never looked at a lady and thought “That’s a nice c cup”. Its not something most men do. But in answer to her question.
“No”
“Keep still and keep your hands by your sides”
I sensed her moving as she spoke. After a long 20 seconds I sensed her approach me.
“I have sensitive nipples” she whispered her warm breath in my ear. “Do you?” she continued as I felt her pinch my mine. I flinched, not through pain but surprise. I do have sensitive nipples and I love having them explored.
“Oh that’s interesting” she exclaimed teasingly before pinching my other nipple.
I half expected it but still flinched. She laughed, it wasn’t nasty or mean it was a laugh one of genuine pleasure, she was enjoying herself. I sensed more than felt her kneel in front of me.
“I’m sorry” she said happily. The next thing I felt was her breath against my chest, her hair flicked my shoulder and her tongue licked my nipple. “I hope that’s better” she teased before locking her lips around it. She bit gently and sucked.
I’m not sure where I was. I wasn’t in heaven; I certainly wasn’t in hell. Maybe I was somewhere between the two, some kind of perverse purgatory. A place where pleasure and pain are offered in equal quantities but you never know which one is coming next. I felt her breathing through her nose as she kept biting harder and then releasing pressure. Finally, she sucked hard and I knew I had another mark to add to the one on each shoulder.
I was kneeling up, my legs were aching and about to begin to go to sleep, I moved back a little and she grabbed the back of my neck. “Not yet” she said gently as she pulled me back upright.
I felt her move away from me slightly and then I felt her breast at my mouth. It brushed my nose and moved to my chin. I had shaved but it caught slightly on my stubble before she put it to my lips. Without thinking I opened my mouth and licked. There was no reaction so I did it again. I opened my mouth and moved it slightly forward feeling for her nipple with my tongue and when I found it I gently wrapped my lips around it. I didn’t bite, I didn’t suck. I massaged her already erect nipple with my lips and let my tongue flick it again and again. I heard her moan softly. I opened my mouth and tried to take more of it in.
I wanted to reach out, I wanted to put my arms around behind her and pull her forward but that wasn’t the game we were playing. She moaned again and I remember wondering if her nipples really were that sensitive. I could feel her rocking gently, backwards and forwards and was trying to match her movement but it was becoming more and more difficult.
To be honest I wasn’t really enjoying this. I was uncomfortable, the blindfold was really starting to piss me off, I had no idea what the fuck we were doing and this lady was far too beautiful to not see.
Fuck it!
I stopped what I was doing and took the blindfold off. The sight that greeted me was straight out of every teenager’s fantasy.
Here was a beautiful red headed woman. She was totally naked, had one breast in one hand and her other was buried deep between her legs. Her eyes were closed and I don’t think she had even realised I had stopped. I watched enthralled as she performed her solitary ballet. She was sat up on her knees, her hair was untidy and falling down around a face that had a slight sheen of perspiration. Her back was arched and her curvaceous body was shivering, not with cold but with pleasure. Her more than ample bosom swayed gently like a forest in a breeze and her hips were shaped like an hourglass. Her pale thighs were spread wide, an entrance to an enchanted and secret ice palace but between her thighs through her fingers there was a glimpse of a small dark orange flame.
Her fingers moved rhythmically with her bottom, up and down. Every now and then there was a small movement forward and backward. I was forgotten as she rolled her nipple between her thumb and finger matching the beat of her masturbation. She panted and moaned softly.
I stood slowly. Stood in briefs and socks my manhood protruding proudly out in front of me and aching for attention. It was in my hand before I even realised it. I saw her bite her lip and her eyes opened.
She saw me stood in front of her my hand moving up and down my shaft and she smiled. As her back arched she closed her eyes again and a gush came between her fingers onto my lounge carpet. Her breath began to come in gasps and she mewled but she didn’t stop.
I wanked as I watched her come a second and then a third time, perspiration running down her face and making her body shine under the harsh light of the lounge, her juices creating a pool on the floor and her pants, mewls and tiny screeches increasing in frequency and intensity.
I could feel myself building. I could feel the hunger, the need to release. My hand sped up and my grip tightened. I could feel my legs beginning to stiffen, the muscles tightening and the rush moving through my body. As she began to slow I began to hasten.
She still had one hand between her legs but it was now becoming her much more gentle lover, it was no longer pounding but caressing, teasing, caressing her wonderfully wet womanhood. She opened her eyes and watched me. She knew I was at the point of not return and offered one of her breasts as a target.
I came.
An explosion of frustration, confusion, eroticism. It was so pleasurable that it almost hurt. A symphony dedicated to her body, her mind and most of all her beauty. My first spurt flew over her shoulder onto the fireplace. My second spurt following a millisecond later, its power less so and is splashed onto her hair, shoulder and chest. My eyes were closed, the sensation of release wracking my whole body I was in no position to aim anywhere. A third spurt of thick creamy liquid caught her above her eye and splashed onto her nose and closed lips and a final spurt landing on the carpet and her knee. I was making noises, indistinct guttural primitive sounds that if heard out of context could have meant anything.
I fell to my knees exhausted, panting. My briefs around my thighs and my manhood offering itself for a flag. Slightly d*unk, completely spent and not sure whether I was happy or not.
My eyes were closed as I felt her next to me. I opened them, she put her hand to my mouth and I tasted her from her fingers. She moved her tongue over her lips and collected some of my juice and then she kissed me. We shared our saliva and my cum and then she lay with her head on my chest. We didn’t move for several minutes but then I needed to wee.
I searched for and found the tea towel she had used as a blindfold and offered it to her as I stood.
I went to the downstairs bathroom, urinated, washed my hands and re entered the lounge. She was mostly dressed.
“You don’t want to stay?”
“I can’t. I have to get back before they come home”
“I will get you a taxi”
I dressed, called a taxi and lit a cig.
“I’m not really sure what that was” I told her
“I know, it didn’t really go like I thought it would”
“I would love to try again. When do you go home?”
“Tomorrow”
“Shame”
The taxi arrived and when she left I tried to clean the lounge. It was 4 am when I got to bed.
A couple of days later I was working in the garden when my neighbour popped his head over the gate. We exchanged pleasantries and then he asked if I had a good night on Friday? Truth is I still wasn’t sure but to be polite I said yes.
“Jayne” his wife “Had to pop out to the fridge in the garage at about 1 am. She needed to get some milk out”
“Oh?”
“She was gone quite a while so I went to make sure she was ok”
“Right?”
“It was quite a show you put on”
“What?”
“Well the curtains over the French doors were open. She couldn’t help but notice and she was watching when I found her”
“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry”
“No don’t be, it’s the best sex we have had in years. Only problem is she kept mentioning you. I think she wants to come around and discuss it with you”
But that’s a whole other story. Hope you enjoyed it.
Tyke x
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