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By *iona OP Woman
over a year ago
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I step back and let go of the front of my robe, allowing it to open slightly before pinching it back together, much lower. His eyes caught the glimpse and were fixated on my cleavage.
"I'm glad you think so. I find you very attractive as well. Would you like to come in?"
"I.. I shouldn't. I gotta mow."
I let go of the robe, allowing the bottom to open, exposing my flat tummy and neatly trimmed bush to 'the hot young guy next door.'
"Are you sure? It's hot out there. Maybe we could take a dip in the pool."
He was staring at my body and shifting nervously. I was such a mess. I went from thinking I'm messing with this kid's mind to lusty seductress and back feeling ashamed of myself for making this poor young man feel so uncomfortable. I drew my robe closed and his eyes darted back at the ground. This has to stop.
"Dan. Hey, look at me Dan."
His eyes rise to meet mine.
"Don't be nervous. I'm just having a little fun here. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I.. I just.."
"Dan, it's fine. I should be the one apologizing. This is all a lot for a young man like you to take in, I totally understand. I'm sorry for making things weird between us. Go ahead and mow, I'm going to shower."
Once again, I'm kicking myself for the rest of the day after making such a fool of myself. God damnit, he's not going to fuck you and you're just making shit weird. Stop being such a creep!
When Sam got home, I again spilled my guts and he again, expertly consoled me. In a little more than a week the kids would be back, Dan would be gone, and everything would normalize again. He had a point, but my lust burned strong. I made him recreate my morning, having Dan do everything to me that I was fantasizing about. Just before we went to bed, Sam asks.
"Are you sure you don't want me to make it happen for you? I think I probably could."
"Hell no, Sam. Please don't. That poor kid is probably traumatized enough already."
"Traumatized? No fucking way. He's just overwhelmed by the situation. I guarantee he's been beating off after watching you every day this summer."
"You're dumb. He didn't watch me."
"Oh really? Like when you were rinsing yourself off with the hose? He just stood there while you were doing it, waiting for you to notice him, then rambled on and on about shit you couldn't possibly care about? Maybe. Or maybe he was trying to stick around as long as possible to burn that shit into his memory banks. I know I would."
"Yeah, you would. Cause you're a perv."
"Touché. Guess I can't argue with that."
The next day I resisted the urge to masturbate in the yard and just had a pretty boring day around the house. Sam came home, we ate dinner and he popped open a bottle of wine while we relaxed on the patio. He disappeared to get us another glass, returning with two glasses and a black gift box with a hot pink bow.
"What's this?"
"Just open it."
Skeptical, I sit it on the table, untie the bow, and open the box. I dig into the black tissue paper, finding a long pale dildo at the bottom of the box.
"Ok..."
"It's 'Dan.' You said he was long and had a nice cock in your fantasies, so I picked him up for you. Since you won't let me make him come over here to fuck you, I figured this was the next best thing."
I start giggling, "that's kinda sweet, in a weird pervy way."
"So, what do you think?"
"It's a lot longer than I imagined.. I was thinking just a litle longer than average, I guess... but it's nice. It'll do."
Sam smiles as he offers me my glass. We cheers, finish our glasses, and head to bed. The new 'Long Dan' worked well and I finally got the association thing Sam had been doing with the dildos. It never meant anything to me before; all the made-up names just seemed kind of silly. Even with 'Purple Aron' it meant little. I had already experienced his cock. I touched it, I sucked it, I felt it explode inside of me. It wasn't the same. With 'Long Dan' I had the missing piece to my real-world fantasy man. Sam had me screaming, and nearly squirting, less than 15 minutes after we went into the bedroom. |