She looked into his eyes and saw the long desire there. No wonder! If he were on the up-and-up, he hadn't had sex in five years! She knew that after their previous times together, he usually jacked-off (what else would explain his long showers?) While that might help his desperate need, she knew it wasn't the same as fucking and right now he needed a good, fast fuck even more than did she.
Well, she'd wanted to fuck him since that first night they'd spent together. When he made no attempt to seduce her then, getting no more physical than a friendly snuggle when she was sleeping beside him in his own bed, she was afraid he might be gay. Not that she had a problem with gay. Not, unless that is, it was a guy she wanted to fuck. She'd seduced a gay guy once and it hadn't worked out well. Not at all. For either of them. That encounter defined, she considered, 'awkward.'
Her thoughts returned to the guy in front of her and the times she'd slept next to him. Next to, not 'with!' She had asked him about his past. He told her about it, bit by bit, but she sensed that he'd left something out. Later, he'd explained about his fiancée and she kind of understood. When her own marriage had broken up, her response had been to ramp-up her sexual activity whereas this guy had withdrawn from it. From almost everything, it seemed. It was time he plunged back in!
She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. The contact sent an electric thrill through her, causing her nipples to stiffen and her crotch to tingle. She was surprised when he put one arm around her head and drew her closer to him. He wrapped the other around her waist and pulled them tight together. She could feel his own arousal. Much as she needed a good fucking, she knew that tonight would have to be all about him. He needed this so very badly. No matter. There would be more than enough time for her to get what she needed. She had plans to spend a lot of time fucking this guy. A lot.
God! He was so excited he was trembling! She knew she had that sort of effect on her partners but she didn't fool herself that this was all about her. For him, this had to be as much about sex as it was about sex with her. Still, she loved the inexpert way he mashed his mouth to hers. His tongue was a bit forceful. She would have to teach him how to kiss her properly. All in good time. For now she was content to nibble his lower lip and stroke his tongue with hers.
He broke off kissing and, placing his hands on her shoulders pulled back, looking straight into her startlingly blue eyes.
"Umm, Cin?" he started.
"Yes?" She wondered what he might be about to say.
"I didn't know what to expect this weekend." He hesitated.
"And?" she encouraged.
"I'm not . . . prepared. . . for this." He seemed embarrassed. "I didn't bring any. . ."
For an instant she thought he meant he wasn't ready to have sex with her but then she understood. He hadn't brought any condoms along. Well, no problem. She didn't know a guy who liked to use them anyway. She was on the pill and she was very careful to steer clear of STDs.
"No worries, I've got it covered," she assured him with a broad grin that showed off her gleaming, carefully cared-for teeth. In that moment she was beautiful.
He embraced her again, smiling as he did so. He slid his hand under her loose blousy top and pulled her camisole from her jeans. Then his broad, strong hand was on the small of her back, pulling her even more tightly to him. She loved the feel of that. She was ready to give him anything he wanted. Well, maybe not anything. She wouldn't let him hurt her, not intentionally. She drew the line at pain. As far as she was concerned there was nothing sexy about that!
He pulled his other hand away from caressing the back of her head and moved it to the buttons of her blouse. He fumbled for a moment before, in frustration, he ripped the remaining buttons open. She found this unexpectedly arousing so when he reached to pull her camisole over her head she didn't cooperate. She refused to raise her arms but moaned just enough to let him know she liked what he was doing.
He finally took the hint and grabbing the top of her camisole with both hands gave a mighty yank. What might have been a very erotic moment dissolved into comedy as the camisole firmly refused to rip. Reaching across herself, she grabbed the hem of the camisole in her hands and pulled it off in one smooth motion. Now was the moment of truth. She rarely bothered with a bra; there was simply no need. The soft swell of her chest needed no support. She'd seen the picture of his fiancée, the one who died, and was acutely aware that her own small breasts were not the equal to that woman's. She had had lovely, large breasts if his drawing was accurate.
He looked at her appraisingly. He had loved his Linda's large, soft breasts with their very large areolae and big, dark nipples but that didn't mean that he was hung-up on breasts. The pair in front of him looked beautiful too. These nipples were surprisingly large and feminine atop the slight swell of her breasts. Their bright pink contrasted sharply with her pale skin. He reached and delicately traced a finger around the bumps of her right areola, bumps which made her own excitement unmistakable. She was surprised how carefully he traced around her nipple without ever touching it. Often, she didn't like to have guys touch her nipples. Most were too rough and in too much of a hurry. For a guy who hadn't had sex in half a decade, his approach to her body was unexpectedly leisurely.
She was pleased to see that she had been right about him. He was a good guy, if shy.
She reached for the collar of his flannel shirt with both of her hands and pulled sharply, tearing it open in a shower of buttons. At this he laughed. God! She loved his laugh. They stood there a moment, topless, examining each other's unfamiliar flesh in the receding twilight. Then he fell to his knees and, placing one big hand on each of her buns, he pulled her to him. He softly kissed the curves of her nearly-flat tummy, finally nuzzling her navel, which she loved. She nearly melted when he drew his tongue over the same skin. The warm, broad, wet strokes so close to her hungry pussy caused her to react and she felt the beginnings of the wetness she needed for fucking.
She worked her way down on her knees and began to undo his belt buckle. She had wondered so long what kind of cock this guy had. She had noticed the bulge at his crotch many times and even felt his erection against her buns when she slept in his bed so she had some idea of what she was getting. Still, she had never seen it 'in the flesh' and was eager to satisfy her curiosity.
He reciprocated, undoing the button of her designer jeans and lowering the zipper. She wriggled around to help him get the jeans past her hips and he pulled them down as far as he could with her kneeling. She stood to take them the rest of the way off. She stood before him wearing only the simple turquoise cotton briefs that she favored under jeans. If she'd known that tonight would be the night when they finally got to fuck, she would have gone with something sexier, silkier, for sure.
He rose too and had no complaints whatever about her underwear. Her underpants clung alluringly to her gorgeous bottom and hugged the perfect curve of her hips. He started to reach for her waistband but she signaled 'no,' and reached again for his jeans. She pulled his down his narrower hips and noted that he was wearing boxers. As the jeans slid down, his eager erection sprang free, poking out from the opening in his shorts. She lowered herself to her knees once more so that she could keep working his jeans down his legs and looked at the dick in front of her face.
Nothing special in the length department, as she had surmised, but it was nice and fat. It looked so inviting right in front of her face that she leaned forward and kissed it. For her troubles she was rewarded with his loud, appreciative moan.
"Oh, Linda!"
She couldn't expect him to last too long so she just focused on making him feel good. She ripped his boxers open, tearing them down one leg and them the other. Ripping off his clothes was a surprising turn on. She'd had urgent sex many times but this was the first time she'd made a point of ripping clothing and she found it exciting.
She returned her attentions to that nice fat dick and began to run her tongue around the shaft, following along each vein and circling the rim of the head. When she reached the sensitive underside, she just trilled her tongue over it for a while. All of this was done to the accompaniment of his moans of delight. She knew he needed this more than she did. She put one hand on his ass, which was not quite so firm or as small as she liked and stroked and squeezed. With the other she fondled his balls. She ran her tongue around the head of his prick a few more times before opening her mouth as wide as she could and engulfing him, head and shaft.
Involuntarily, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed her forward, forcing her to bring his whole dick into her hot mouth. The sight of his dick once more inside a woman's mouth was incredible. He loved the way her cheeks sunk in and out as she sucked him. She brought her hand from his bun and grabbed the base of his shaft. She didn't intend to tease him on this first time but she didn't want it to be over too quickly.
Once, she'd blown a guy who came in about 30 seconds. He was so humiliated that he left and they never spoke to one another again. She wasn't gonna let this guy feel humiliated, not tonight. She pumped her head up and down his shaft, faster and faster, taking her cues from the guttural noises he was making. Oh, yes! He was enjoying her ministrations. She was glad that they had each showered shortly before this began. She liked to be squeaky clean for sex (though a sloppy, sweaty quickie had its own charms) and wanted her partners to be the same.
She quickened her strokes, feeling the underside of his dick slide over her tongue.
For his part, he could not believe how great her mouth felt. He and his Linda had experimented with oral sex but neither had experience and they had precious little time together to gain more. He'd thought that she gave the most amazing blowjobs but this Linda really knew what she was doing. He supposed she should. He figured that she'd had enough guys before, from what she said. That momentary intrusion almost spoiled the moment but the girl at his waist would not let his mind drift too far from the subject at hand. She increased her suction, lubricating the process with her anxious salivation.
