She pulled on his cock painfully. She had her left hand down around his balls, pulling down on them and her right hand around his shaft. She was not delicate, and it didn't exactly feel good.
Except it did. Tim felt the familiar feeling of pleasure of impending orgasm deep inside, but he was not there yet.
"Tell me when you are close..." she said. "I want to keep you on the brink of orgasm for some time."
She continued to work his cock. Alternating fast strokes and using different pressure to grip his firm erection.
"I love having men like this...in the palm of my hand." She said.
Tim started to laugh, but she gripped his cock so hard when he did, it stopped him mid-laugh and he winced.
He first saw her at the pizzeria that afternoon. He knew everyone in town, but he'd never seen her before.
What struck him most was her beauty. Her look. She was not "from here." Somewhere far away, exotic and pretty.
Sexy
, he thought to himself.
Dark hair, with just a touch of curl in it, maybe mid/late 20's. A good ten years younger than he. Her skin was flawless and she had the darkest blue eyes...
She caught him staring at her and returned a confident "don't-fuck-with me" vibe. He looked away.
He didn't think too much about her other than that she was very pretty, and she caught him staring at her. He would have forgotten all about her - he was busy and had several firewood deliveries to make that afternoon.
But then he saw her again as he pulled back into his farm at the end of his long day. There she was...that same damn woman. This time, buying firewood at his roadside firewood stand.
She was pretty and he was a good conversationalist. They got to talking. She was staying at a nearby Airbnb, he learned. One thing led to another, first he was loading a $20 stack of wood into her car for her and then the next thing, he knew, they were in his living room...
It was her eyes...
"I am not going to fuck you, but I am going to see you naked."
Tim was shocked, but she had made a bold first move.