This is a very mild story in comparison to my last – but I have very fond memories of this evening which I would love to share.
Karen and me had been moving in similar social (and kinky) circles. We had seen each other on various occasions over the years, but we never really interacted. She is for me the definition of a sexy rubenslady. Curvy figure, beautiful breast, very fair skin tone and stunning long red hair. When I was browsing a new kinky website I came across her profile and she was advertising as a photo model with some of her example shots having that perfect baroque look. I sent a message just to say hi and we started to chat. Since some of her photos were in bondage I asked her if she would be interested in a rope session at some point. To my surprise she was very enthusiastic – telling me that since the first message I sent she was hoping I would ask.
It still took a few months to get together – partly due to my busy schedule, partly due to her health issues. But one nice spring evening she was feeling better after a long sickness and I was free. Since she was not feeling like traveling all across the city I took the trip to her place. We hugged and settled in her kitchen with tea, chatting for what felt like hours. We were mainly catching up on old friends and acquaintances as well as comparing the kinky scene in the suburban she was living in now with the much more active scene in the city center where I lived.
At some point we moved to the living room – some futons spread out on the floor. I get my ropes out and change into something more comfy. She was wearing a long summerly linen dress that left her arms and shoulders bare and what I assumed to be pantyhose. She is almost my height (5’10”) and despite the fact that she has a curvy figure she looks incredibly fragile.
We get down on the futon and I reach for one of the ropes, looking into her eyes. I ask her if she would like to do some rope and what she has in mind. She looks at me, at the rope, again and me… and finally asks if I mind to skip the rope. She is happy to be healthy again and wants to enjoy that feeling of freedom. Of course I don’t mind – I hug her. We are holding each other close for a while. She runs her hands over my back – asking me if I mind to take of my shirt. Who would mind. I lean back and take it off. She runs her hands over my chest and we kiss passionately. I pull her on my lap and we explore each others bodies, kissing deeply. She pushes me on my back leaning down on me.
I start kissing down her neck, between her breast, exploring that fantastic cleavage. Her hair was cascading down – enveloping us both. We were lost in touch, kissing, time slowing down. At some point she leans back, pulls the dress over her head. I can enjoy an unhindered view of her magnificent breasts – the pink nipples on her creamy skin. As my eyes wonder down I see that her pantyhose actual have a conveniently located cut out – and she wears no underwear. So I see for the first time her red bush partly hiding her glistening pussy.
She leans forward again – kissing me, then feeding me her nipples. She is gyrating on my hips – my cock by now at full attention. She slowly slides forward and I slowly move my attention down her neck, her chest, her breasts, alternating between kissing, licking and soft biting. She grabs my hands and holds them above my head. Not strong, but enough to tell me that she just wants my mouth.
After a while she slides forward even more positioning her pussy over my face. I start by softly running my tongue around her pussy, then over her pussy lips. A soft moan escapes her when I reach her clit. Now she gets more demanding – pushing down on me, gyrating on my face. I eat her out enjoying this beautiful pussy and the flowing wetness. At some point she releases one of my hands and as she leans forward I enter her with two fingers. Going very slowly I gauge her reaction encouraged when I feel her pushing down on me.
I alternate between sucking, kissing and licking her clit while my fingers caress her g-spot. She bucks wildly, pushing down hard, sometimes making it hard to breath – but who cares about breathing in such a situation? This goes on forever – alternating between passionate and wild and very slow and relaxed, we both find a harmony. Then I feel her tense up, she is going totally quiet and I make sure to continue exactly what I’m doing. A beautiful soft moan escapes her, I feel her clench up around my fingers and taste her juices flowing. One last soft kiss and she slides back down on me. Her face now resting on my chest.
We stay like that for a while – me softly playing with her hair, caressing her back while she comes down from where ever she was flying. After a while I feel her hands start to wander. Now it is her turn to kiss me, starting at my lips and very slowly wandering down. She slides down my body millimeter by millimeter, kissing and caressing and I just lay back and enjoy the sensations. Finally her hands reach my pants. She sits up, resting on my knees. She looks at my pants as if she is unwrapping a present – slowly pulling them down together with my underwear. When she has exposed my rock hard cock she runs her hand along its length, looks at me and says almost in awe “You have a beautiful cock” – which man doesn’t love to hear that?
Now it is her turn and she alternates between caressing my cock and balls with her slender fingers and take the tip in her mouth. Soft kisses that drive me crazy, followed by long sensual strokes with her hand. It is amazing – I don’t have any desire to cum. I just want to enjoy this – the view, the sensation, her total focus on my cock. She never goes fast – all her movements are deliberately slow. A hand is caressing my balls then holding them tight – just enough to make me hold my breath without actually causing any pain. This continues for a long time – kissing, caressing, stroking, some light sucking. And she keeps on telling my how beautiful my cock looks.
At some point she slides up my body again – nestling in my arm, her hand still on my cock. We kiss deeply. She looks at me completely blissed out. I kiss her again then tell her softly “everything else next time”. A content sigh and her body relaxes even more. We stay like this for a very long time, until she needs to drink.
We end up at her kitchen table sitting side by side totally naked and talk for at least another hour or two. It starts to get late and I have to get the last train back. So reluctantly I get dressed, kiss her and walk into the frigid night. I was feeling perfectly content and happy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/97a9i7/the_evening_i_was_told_i_have_beautiful_cock_mf
If it ain’t baroque….