He followed me into the bedroom, pulling me tight against him, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck. I could feel his hands on my hips, holing me tight. His large, now flacid cock pressed against me, a promise of things to come. He whispered in my ear that no one had ever done that to him before, that he was eager to return the favor. As he said that, one of his hands slid into the waistband of my thong, the other reached up and began to caress my bare right breast.
His hands where large, calloused from guitar and from manual labor (he told me later that he worked in landscaping part time). His voice was all growl as he continued to tell me how much he was enjoying my company. First one finger slipped inside of me. Then two. Slow. Teasing me. "Get that sweet ass on the bed," he demanded. I was eager to oblige.