We were supposed to be professionals. [FM] [Part 2/2]

Part 1 is [here](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65t409/we_were_supposed_to_be_professionals_fm/).

I’ll never forget the feeling of gazing into his eyes, still catching my breath after the intense orgasm he had given me with his hands and lips and tongue. Glen looked like he had genuinely enjoyed himself. This made my lust for him – which was already substantial – kick into overdrive.

With effort, I pushed us off the bed so that we were standing. Again I was struck by how much taller he was than I am.

There’s a moment before first seeing someone naked that feels stopped in time. I pause to wonder what their body will feel like under my fingertips. What funny tanlines will decorate their body. What style of underwear they wear. Where the most sensitive spots are. Where the biggest scar will be. And, if they have a penis, what it will be like. Will it curve? Cut, or uncut? Will it be most sensitive to my tongue running along the base, or up along the ridge? Earlier, he had talked about experiencing difficulties with hardness. (Not surprising; it can happen to men of all ages and is no big deal.) I didn’t care about how hard, curved, thick, or long his dick was. I just hoped I would be able to swallow his cum.

I kissed him again. God, the man could fucking kiss. This kiss was deeper, passionate. We tugged his shirt off. Tossed it somewhere behind him. I was met with sculpted shoulders, and a broad thick chest. I couldn’t help but touch him everywhere, running my fingernails up his back and shoulders, bringing my hands forward to revel in his chest as we kissed. My lips traced his jawline. Nibbled his neck. He smelled so good; clean, but laced with a natural scent of him that turned me on even more.

My hands reached his pants. I fumbled with the belt and buttons, clumsy with desire. He chuckled and assisted me in my efforts. Finally, there he was in just boxers.

I kissed my way down his chest and stomach, hands lightly trailing behind me. Eventually I reached a kneeling position. My cheek grazed his cock lightly through the fabric of his boxers. I gazed up at him from between his legs, drinking in the sight of this sexy man standing over me, one of his strong warm hands cupping my cheek, his chest rising and falling with each shuddering breath, his eyes watching me intently. His boxers were wet with precum and it smelled so fucking good.

No longer able to resist, I pulled his boxers down. I don’t remember now whether I stopped to let him take them off fully or let them pool around his ankles because I was immediately overcome with the desire to lick and suck him. I slowly, gently, tenderly used the tip of my tongue to finally taste the precum that formed a fresh drop on the head of his dick. Fuck, he tasted so good. I gently took another lick and he gasped, literally trembled from that small touch.

I took a moment to tilt my head back. We locked eyes. And then I took his dick completely inside my warm mouth and throat, pressing my tongue against the length of him.

He threw his head back and let out a shaking gasp, and that small loss of control unleashed something in me. I was going to savor this man’s exquisite dick as long as I wanted before letting him come.

I gripped his thighs gently but firmly with both hands. He was still fully in my mouth, thankfully only half hard so I could still enjoy the sensation of feeling the entirety of his length in me. His head was near the back of my throat. I stroked his smooth, hot shaft with my tongue, and gently swallowed his head even deeper. Fuck, he had a gorgeous cock.

I have no idea how long I licked and sucked his dick. Seriously. It was like our bodies were meant to touch. Everything about him tasted and felt so good. My hands roved the backs of his thighs, fingertips alternating between light and hard pressure. I slowly, rhythmically bobbed my head, sucking his dick gently, sometimes using my tongue to lick his shaft too and sometimes swirling it around his head. The room was silent except for the sounds my wet mouth made, my occasional moan, and his quickening breaths.

Then, I paused. Slowly released his dick from between my lips. I gazed at him mischievously, and lowered my head just a bit to gently lick his balls.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. It was the first time in some time he had made a sound.

I’d decided that was quite long enough and I wanted him in my mouth again. I licked him from the base of his dick, up his shaft, over and around his head, and then took him entirely into my mouth again. Over the span of a few minutes I started to increase the speed of my attentions. I could feel him starting to get closer and I groaned, enjoying the feeling of him in my mouth. His hands gripped my shoulders tighter whenever I made a swallowing motion, so I tried to do that as often as I could without setting off my gag reflex. My hands gripped his ass so I could pull him into me harder as my head bobbed on his dick.

Now I could really feel him getting close. His balls were huge and tightening up, his legs were starting to shake, he was breathing more heavily and erratically. Yes, I thought. He was so fucking sexy. I moaned as his hands hands grasped my shoulders tighter in blind desperation as he got closer and as I sucked harder and harder.

He gasped, shuddered, and whispered the words I had wanted to hear all night: “Ohhh god I’m going to cum.”

I was overcome with the desire for him to claim my throat. I dug my fingernails into his ass to pull him close and swallowed his dick as far as I could. He grunted, and at last his dick pulsed and unleashed a rope of thick cum. I swallowed effortfully, and he kept cumming — I swallowed again, amazed at how sexy he was as he orgasmed, his shoulders and legs flexing.

I swallowed what seemed to be the last of him – gently! – and slowly released his dick from my mouth. I grinned at his stunned expression.

“You lie down, I’ll get us some water,” I said playfully. He collapsed onto the bed as I went to retrieve water for both of us. I chugged a full glass down and rinsed my lips. When I returned, he was reclining on the bed. Most men would be half-asleep at that phase. Glen apparently is not most men, and was relaxed but alert. It was like his body had forgotten he was supposed to be a man in well into his forties.

He accepted the proffered water. I expected him to put his clothes on and leave at this point, and would have been quite happy with that. After all, we did need some form of sleep. But we laid naked next to each other, and started talking and laughing. I enjoyed seeing all of him. We were surprisingly comfortable, laying next to each other. He was on his side, propping himself up on his left arm as I laid on my back. We caressed each others’ bodies as we talked for a bit. That, too, was surprisingly comfortable. We talked and laughed with ease.

As we chatted he continued to gently caress me with his hand. Those hands I had spent much of the day fantasizing about were somehow better than I had imagined. Warm, dry… he moved with long strokes from my hip, up my waist, circling my stomach, up my shoulders. It was simultaneously arousing and comforting. I was wet for him (I would say again, but I never stopped being wet for him) but also relaxed.

Finally one of us realized how late it was.

“You should probably go,” I said. He nodded.

Then he grinned. “One more nibble.”

He leaned forward. His hand cupped my waist and he gently took my left nipple into his mouth. Immediately it sent a jolt of electric arousal through my entire body. Fuck, it felt so good. He flicked my nipple with his tongue and wrapped my body in his powerful arms, and I gasped. I was soaking wet again.

Part of my brain knew he really should get going, but the other part of my brain and the entirety of my body was too busy arching up into his touch to give a shit about being sensible. He lipped his way across my chest, took my right nipple into his mouth. His right hand found my clit and rubbed a slow circle and oh my god how was I so aroused again?? My hands ran through his hair, needing to touch him any way I could.

I spread my legs, inviting his fingers inside me. I knew I would be wet and hot and tight from my previous orgasm. He slipped a finger inside of me, curling it upwards in just the perfect way. He kissed me again and even that sent another wave of heat through my body.

I moaned, writhing under his attentions, and then suddenly – how the *hell* did he move so quickly? – his face was between my legs yet again. This time there was no slowness, no savoring. His tongue flicked rapidly against my clit as his fingers moved inside of me. He was fucking *amazing* at this. How was I close already?!

I could feel it, could feel my clit engorging against his tongue and the depths of my pussy rippling as I got closer. “Ohh fuck, Glen, I’m gonna cum again,” I gasped as quietly as I could (which was probably not quiet at all). I lost all semblance of control; my hands clutched at his hair and shoulders and the bedsheet, and he fingerfucked me faster and did some straight up magic shit with his tongue, and I cried out yet again, and my entire body coiled toward him and released as he gave me yet another orgasm, with my thighs around his head and my pussy tightening around his finger deep inside me.

For a few moments all I knew was a world shrouded in light except for the pinpoint of sensation of his lips and hands touching me. Slowly I caught my breath, dimly aware of him lightly kissing my thigh.

When my world stopped spinning I laughed in awe. “Holy shit,” I said. He laughed.

He washed off then put his clothes on while I lay immobile on the bed, catching my breath. I managed to stand before he left.

“Thank you,” I whispered. I mean, duh. I just came twice.

Who was this man who, within minutes, understood my body well enough to play it like Ben Harper plays the piano?

He looked deeply at me. “Thank you.” He took one last lingering glance at my body. Then he turned and left.

And I haven’t seen him since.

;-)

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