As she was following him up the steps she unbuttoned another button on her shirt and adjusted herself in her bra, incidentally increasing her heart rate. *The thrill… I love it.* He fumbled with the lock when they reached the door for a moment and opened his door for her to walk through ahead of him. He noticed instantly that there was quite a bit more cleavage than there was when they met up. She was looking at his face from the corner of her eye with a smirk on her lips. Just as she passed him he noticed that he had been caught. He offered no apology this time for his morally deficit focus. *Was it three or four times he’s looked?* Now she we provoking him. She walked over to the couch as he closed the door and adjusted the lighting–just a little bit darker than was conducive for study. She shrugged her backpack onto the couch but remained standing, her mind distracted with fantasies of surprising him. *Let’s do it…*
He was talking to her about some of the restaurants around town that he liked, all the while hanging up his backpack, keys, sweatshirt. He rambled on as he went around the corner to the kitchen to grab a snack for the both of them, “Do you want a beer or a water? Anything?” She was silent. She was still in the living room, but she didn’t answer or follow him because she had something different in mind for their evening. In a self-induced trance, she took her shirt and pants off–socks too. She walked over to the kitchen in her underwear and stood in the entry between the kitchen and living room.
They hadn’t been intimate yet as they had only recently began ‘dating’. They had been friends for a while and acquaintances for longer. She knew he was very attracted to her. That’s because she was sexy as fuck, but put on a good show of being obscenely “cute” instead. She wanted to have the element of surprise in such cases as these… that was kind of her thing. Surprise. *Genuine mind blowing surprise.*
He still hadn’t turned around yet. He was crouching now, with his back to her, moving containers and bottles to get at whatever the hell it was he was looking for in the fridge. She unhooked and shrugged out of her bra. She had an incredibly plump, healthy set of boobs that she did a good job of drawing little attention to in her typical wardrobe choices. She took a few steps to the center of the kitchen and quietly sank to her knees. She had a striking hourglass figure and slender soft definition in her abs. She was in a completely different mental state than him… *obviously.*
“You would never think that cauliflower could taste so good, but I guess that’s one thing that Indians do exceptionally well is the whole vegetarian thing. Seriously though, I have sandwiches and some left-over Chinese food if you want. Do you want your normal beer, the IPA?” He stood now and turned around. The sandwich and bottle of orange juice hit the ground at the same time as his breath left him.
Submissive in pose, proud in spirit, incredible primal erotic lust struck him without mercy at the sight of her. Clearly shadow and light were created for this moment. The female form was never known to him prior to now, not like this. Soft pastel lips pouting yet wry with delight at his paralysis. She held her fuckable full breasts high, crescent shadows clung to the left while soft light danced opposite at their bulging form where they exploded high out of her chest. The way her two naked breasts gently kissed each other, curving and sloping convex against her bare chest aroused him instantly, incredibly. Supple sideboob hid the frame of her torso only for it to reappear beneath them like parenthesis opposed one another. Her athleticism provided a muscular abdomen front and center, its geographical center her skinny oval bellybutton. Goodnight Athens Greece those thighs were carved by Michelangelo himself! The way her hot pink lace panties swung and dove down around her hips traced the flight path of his starving gaze. All of this in an instant unprepared was enough to kill a 40 year old man on the spot.
She stared into his eyes. Through them. She was looking into his soul. She was writhing her torso and grabbing her breasts, gently squeezing. “Holy shit babe” Was all he said. The fridge slowly closed on its own. Her hands ran down the tops of her thighs and back up again, up her abdomen, to her breasts. She licked her lips, never breaking eye contact.
His shock still hadn’t subsided, so she beckoned him to come closer with her index finger.
He took one step, unsure of what she wanted him to do. He was usually a bit awkward and nervous in situations when sex was on his mind. He didn’t know how obvious it was to her when he was horny. “What’s happening?” He said.
“Closer” She whispered.
He was now standing a foot in front of her fully clothed. She, almost completely naked and on her knees, looking up at him with focused eyes. Never before had he seen a more thrilling combination of innocence and carnal passion on someone’s face.
He was already fully erect and bulging impressively behind his jeans. He watched as she brought her eyes down to gaze upon his manhood. He could feel her stare on his package. He tingled and swelled at her influence. She reached her hands up and grappled her fingers over the top of his belt. She used her hands and pulled her body up and pressed her breasts into his waist and slid them down over his bulging package.
He worked up the courage now to run his fingers through her hair on either side of her head just as her knees met the ground again. She pulled herself up again, now to kiss his lips as her head was being held between his hands. Her breasts once again pressing into him, brushing over his bulge as she sank away from their kiss and her knees back to the ground.
She had felt him, now she wanted to see him. Her hands worked the belt apart. Her left hand held the wasteline of his jeans as her right hand tugged the button hole away from its brass knob. Her right hand slid down and felt his length over top his jeans as her left hand slowly unzipped his fly. Both hands moved up, latching over the waste of both jeans as well as boxers and pulled. She moved her grip sideways around his waste as she pulled down to release his clothing from the form of his torso. Then it began to appear in front of her, she slowed down to drag out the moment. She had revealed four full inches, but there was still more. She looked up at him with her jaw slightly dropped in surprise, then back down. She continued pulling and pulling until finally he sprang upward, free from the prison of his pants. He was eight and a half inches long. *This is going to be good…*
She lowered his pants far enough that he could step out of them. In the process he lost one sock, and so she helped out and removed the other. While she removed the sock he rolled his shirt up and off of his muscular body. She caressed her hands flat on the front of his thighs up and up, slowly to his pelvis. With her left hand she slowly and softly scooped underneath his sack to hold and caress his balls. At the same time with her right hand she slowly moved her hand from flat against the front of his pelvis meeting the base of his shaft with the flesh between thumb and index finger, and wrapping each digit around him one after another as her hand slid out over his shaft. Slowly she stroked him with her right hand, cupping and caressing his balls with her left. Slowly she pulled her hand all the way out over the shaft of his long penis as it pointed directly at her wet, waiting lips. She looked at his dick as she stroked him all the way back and all the way forth, licking her plump juicy lips readying them for their soon coming union.
She began to breath heavier and he groaning in pleasure. She was entranced by him. Hypnotized by the throbbing high tower of his pleasure before her lips. She hardly noticed that she was slowly moving her mouth closer and closer as she worked her small hands in a symphony of coordinated movements along his length, round and round the low hanging fruit that would soon spill their contents onto her body; onto her thirsty tongue. With her left hand still cupping his balls and her right gripping him at the very base, she stopped all motion so that they could both focus their attention on what would come next.
He swung gently in front of her from the jolting of each heart beat reverberating through his huge cock. The anticipation was killing him. His body gave an involuntary spasm and every muscle in his dick locked for a moment. The head of his penis swelled as she watched him a mere centimeter from her lips. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip and fell through the air landing on the rolling outward curve of her right breast.
“Ahhh” she whispered in carnal delight. “An appetizer of what’s to come?” She took her finger and gathered it, bringing it to her mouth. She sucked the droplet of pre-cum off of her finger. Her eyes closed gently like you might after tasting real lemon parfait for the first time. She lost herself in his taste and slipped her lips down over the rest of her finger, out and in again.
She grasped the base of his dick again and brought her head low underneath him. She angled him upward and met the very beginning of his dick with her warm slippery tongue. She splayed her tongue wide underneath him and let it travel up, up, up. Her loving tongue slipped over the soft taut skin of his penis, twisting veins, her tongue curled around him as it caressed every inch, over the cleft ridge that was the bottom of his head. There she ran the tip of her tongue up the cleft to his urethra gathering more of that delicious pre-cum.
“I can’t wait for you to come for me baby. I want it everywhere.”
“Oh, fuck yes babe”
Finally her wet lips opened for him…