But she couldn’t wait much longer. She ran both sets of fingertips up to the waistband, tucked them underneath, and pulled down. The waistband hooked on the head, and as a result, my cock started to pull away from my stomach. When she realized what was happening, she pulled up and released me. Before I knew it, she had pulled my underwear all the way down, exposing my entire shaft.
Somewhere in the back of my mine I realized this was only the second time someone other than my wife had seen my erect cock, and that voice asked why I wasn’t already climaxing. Indeed, this was the most exciting moment I’d had in many years.
And in the midst of all this excitement, another voice in my head reminded me that I’d just met this woman a half hour ago, I didn’t even know her last name. How well did I know her? How did I know that she didn’t have some man-hating agenda in mind, that her goal was to get me in a vulnerable state, and then do something horrible? Was a jealous husband or an angry brother waiting in the back bedroom? Or maybe once I closed my eyes she’d render me unconscious and I’d wake up in a dumpster without my kidneys? I was certainly vulnerable at that moment, couldn’t have been more unless I was handcuffed to her bed.
But her eyes sparkled, if she was putting on an act, it was first class. My cock throbbed, suspended above my stomach an inch or so, and she watched every motion. Not wasting any time, she curled her fingers under my shaft and pulled it away from my stomach. Pointing it straight and wrapping her thumb around the front, she began to slowly slide her hand up and down.
I stared in amazement, I was getting a handjob by someone I didn’t really know, had only met online, pretty much a complete stranger. And even better, she was loving it. Instead of worrying, I should be ecstatic. The look of absolute joy shown in her face as she playing with my erection, pulling down, making the knob swell, then releasing her grip and sliding her hand back up. Like a new toy she’d been waiting to arrive.
She started stroking faster, as she did so, her breasts started jiggling. I groaned again, my eyes temporarily rolling back in my head, but just for a moment, as I focused back on her, watching her pump me.
Another drop appeared at the tip, and rolled down over the knob. She felt it on her hand, and stopped stroking. She pulled the head forward, and keeping her eyes focused on me, opened her mouth and leaned forward.
I watched with fascination as she stuck her tongue out and made contact, flicking it against the tip, capturing the drop that had formed there.
Time stopped.
We had talked about our likes in this area, but in email it’s all theoretical, and I really didn’t know this woman. My life experience was that women weren’t horny and desirous themselves, rather, they ‘did their duty’ as a good wife. My wife had always joked around and told stories about her and her sisters disdaining sex, using it as a weapon or a bribe. So a woman who claimed to *love* oral sex was a new experience for me, and I was more than a little cautious and wary. As the saying goes, “If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is.”
More than that, I didn’t know how to react. In the past, it was all about me, she didn’t like it herself but was willing and agreeable. So I accepted that I should take what I could get, but not get too greedy.
But here I was, with someone who called herself “Lusty Laura”, and it definitely appeared like she was not just ‘doing her duty’, she truly *wanted* to go down on me. Not only was I a little bit in shock, I didn’t really know how to react. It was almost all as new to me as the first time those decades ago.
Logically, I should understand her perspective and desires; I certainly held those myself. I loved pleasing my partner, and without any expectation of reciprocation myself. Why was I not able to accept that a woman could feel the same way?
However, at the moment, those thoughts were easy to push aside. She slowly wrapped her tongue around the head and at that moment, I decided to let my hangups go. She wanted to please me, so I chose to let her do so, and, more importantly, to completely enjoy the experience, to lose myself in the moment. If I was about to be bludgeoned by Vinnie and Guido with a pair of baseball bats, well, what a way to go.
She saw the delight in my eyes as she played with the swollen knob, which encouraged her to ‘ham it up’ a bit as I watched. The flat of her tongue caressing the head, then letting the tip of her tongue dip into the opening at the top, flicking, teasing it, not letting any more drops escape, but capturing them as they appeared, and in doing so, making the hole grow larger.
That was a new technique to me, my wife had never played with the hole, I never thought to suggest. Watching Laura do it was amazing, with each movement, I felt like I was getting harder and harder.
Then she leaned back on her heels and shifted her attentions to my balls. She let one hand slide down the shaft, then over my balls, until she was cupping them. It was warm in her apartment, so they had descended, and were easy to play with.
She jiggled them oh so very lightly, then ran her fingertips over the surface of one, then the other. Grabbed the two of them and tugged a bit, watching my cock stiffen with her downstroke.
I wondered if I would suddenly go over the edge and start climaxing without even any pressure on my shaft at all? What was she thinking? In our emails, she’d told me repeatedly that she loved oral sex, but we never talked about what she liked to do when he orgasmed. Some women like taking it in their mouth and swallowing, others will let him cum in her mouth but won’t swallow, and still others don’t want the end result anywhere near themselves.
I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking, but I also didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by exploding when/where she wasn’t expecting it. Still, these thoughts were ancillary to the joy she was bringing me. The tickling sensation running from my groin to the end of my erection made me nearly oblivious to anything that was going on. And it had been a while since even my wife had taken care of me, so this was doubly exciting and needed.
THIS is why guys loved blowjobs so much. The visual of their very favorite part disappearing into a woman’s mouth – there’s nothing like it. Add to the sensation of warmth and wetness, and a partner who is enthusiastic and desiring, there’s nothing better. Intercourse could be just as sensual, and definitely much more intimate, but for sheer visceral delight, this was the ultimate experience.
As she pulled up, she tilted her head slightly so that she could look at me. Her eyes met mine and the smile in them, seeing how she was thrilling me, told me she was enjoying this as much as I was.
Pulling me all the way out of her mouth, she purred. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.” She leaned forward and took a lick. “I’d forgotten how much fun this was.” I stared at her, speechless, watching her as she opened wide and in one smooth motion, swallowed me whole again. “Actually, I don’t know if I ever have had this much fun. It’s so much better to have a partner who completely enjoys me.”
My eyes traveled all over her face, then up and down her body, adoring every square inch. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft, then ran her tongue up and down the underside of the shaft, flicking it at the head. A few more twirls and pumps, and another drop leaked out.
Instead of letting it drip down, she squeezed me hard, urging the drop to grow in size, balanced in the crater formed at the tip as she forced the head to swell. Pumping me a couple of times, the drop finally grew too big to stay in place. As it started to spill down the smooth purple-ish skin, she leaned forward and captured it with a fingertip, and brought it to her lips. Flicking her tongue at her finger, she made the oversized drop disappear and then ran her tongue over my knob to clean up the traces left behind.
I couldn’t believe that I was still hard, that I hadn’t exploded by now, but I realized she was purposefully drawing out the experience. I felt my shoulders relax – she was *truly* enjoying this.
As I watched, she knelt up, exposing her breasts to me, framing my erection, still held in her one hand. She leaned forward, capturing my shaft in between her breasts and started to move up and down, massaging me, stroking me. I saw her nipples harden again as she moved, amazing, she didn’t need to press them together, instead, letting gravity and friction do the work themselves.
“I was a little worried about taking my shirt off, letting you see my saggy 50 year old boobs.” she admitted. “But when I saw your eyes open wide, my worries disappeared instantly!”
With that, she slipped her hands underneath each breast and held them up, surrounding me, until the head of my cock disappeared. She pointed her nipples at me, as if to shoot me with them, or urge me to lean forward and tweak them.
I was, however, entranced. My eyes were riveted on her, how she played with me, how she could read my body and my reactions, despite just having met me face to face less than 30 minutes ago.
After a few more minutes, she knelt back down and her breasts slide down over my balls, down my thighs, until her mouth found the top of my excitement again. I could tell she was getting ready to bring me to climax, but the question still remaining, what was she going to do? I was perfectly content in letting her take the lead, and she appeared to be happy and confident to be in charge.
I watched myself disappear into her mouth again until her lips were nestled around the base of my shaft. The logical part of my brain wondered where it all went, not that I was that large, but still… I know I couldn’t fit myself all the way into my mouth like she was doing. How did that work, without her choking?
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