Released from his embrace she turned and walked into her apartment. It had been an enjoyable first date, with the potential for more. He was cute, funny and seemed very sweet. His intelligence showed through in the stories he told. She loved listening to him talk and she laughed easily at all the appropriate moments. When she put her hand on his knee at dinner he was very receptive, which was always a good sign.
Turning from him to enter her apartment, she went to smile over her shoulder but stopped abruptly when she saw him.
"Were you looking at my ass?"
He flustered, obviously caught and stuttered out a non- excuse.
"You were, you were looking at my ass. Weren't you? Admit it."
Immediately he blushed and she found it irresistible. He blinked rapidly, as if unsure of what to say or do. She took the initiative.
"It's ok sweetie, it's a beautiful ass. I'm not surprised you are aroused by it." The choice of her word aroused caused him to flush even deeper. His mouth hung agape. "You can look at it if you want."
With that she turned and rested her hands on the doorway to her apartment. Bending over slightly, she allowed him the opportunity to study her greatest asset. Standing unmoving, he did as she said and let his gaze linger on her firm, round bottom covered in a tight pair of designer jeans.
She swayed it back and forth. "You like that, don't you?"
This time he replied that he did and dropped to his knees behind her to get a better look.
"That's it boy, would you like a better look?"
He responded excitedly and ever so slowly, she made for the clasp of her jeans, undoing them and teasingly opening them. Though he could only see the very top of her satin aqua panties, he began to beg. "More...please. I love it...please can I see?"
Reaching back to pet him she laughed slightly. "You do love it, don't you? I bet you'd do anything to see my beautiful, soft rear end."
He would, he said, anything and everything. Just please stop teasing him.
She inched the material farther and farther down her legs as he watched enrapt. The thin material of her panties stretched across her full bottom with the slight dip of her crack between the expanse of her bottom.
Amused by his reactions, Cheryl took her time teasing her date. With thumbs hooked into the sides she pulled one down, showing a creamy patch of her buttcheek, then the other. His eyes darted to each side, desperate to get even a glance of her bare flesh.
Then, with a calculated sigh, she inched her panties down her bare cheeks until they rested in the curve between her butt and thigh.
"Is this what you want? Is this the ass you've been begging to see?"
He nodded, responding quickly. "Yes, thank you, it's so beautiful...." He seemed entranced at the sight.
He reached to touch her but she jumped away from his reach. "No! I didn't say you could touch me. I just want you to look. Look and admire the ass you've been sneaking peeks at the entire evening."
She was right, he was and now he was embarrassed that she had known the entire time. Whenever she stood up, walked and bent over he would take a moment or two to nondescriptly (or so he thought) gaze upon her butt. It was the perfect shape; full and wide but not overly so. There was not a trace of extra weight on it, instead he was drawn to the gentle muscles that flexed with each step she took.
She had an irresistible pad of soft womanflesh that padded her seat and drew his attention the first moment they met. A few years his senior, he noticed her the first day he began work at the law firm. She filled the recently vacated position of junior executive and was the youngest to do so, as well as the first woman. He, on the other hand, was merely an intern, having not yet finished his undergrad studies at Northeastern. Though she paid no notice to his attentions, she noticed them almost immediately. In time she returned his smiles and even struck up a conversation with the new employee. For his age he was very intelligent though a little nervous when caught off guard. He was cute though, and had the softest lips and most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen on a man.
Cheryl's fiancé had recently broken off their engagement after a weekend conference where she suspected he spent his downtime in bed with his new secretary. She was disappointed but never questioned the outcome. Better to happen now rather than after they said their vows.
The intern seemed to possess all of his good characteristics; he was cute, smart and even had a meek nature that she'd never before seen in a man and intrigued her more than she expected. Doubtful that he would take the initiative, she invited him to dinner after he failed to do so despite her many subtle hints. He was shy, which was good. For once, that's what she wanted; a cute, pliable shy male rather than the arrogant, conceited men that seemed to fill her social circle.
The time spent together was a welcome change. After an initial nervousness, he seemed very at ease with himself and before their appetizers arrived, she knew she would be seeing him again.
Like most men, he failed to hide his appraisals of her, though he did his best to try. She welcomed the attention, having not been treated so graciously in quite some time. He seemed most appreciative of her ass, which she flaunted in front of him several times by bending over and adding that much more sway each time she walked in front of him. Since she had come of age it was the part of her body that men were most drawn to. In college she'd collected a small fan club that surreptitiously collected on the sidelines when she practiced for her track meets. She recognized several of the boys from classes though they never were able to return her looks and always disappeared when she approached them at the ends of meets.
Because of this, and instances like it, she learned about men quickly and became rather selective in her dating choices. She enjoyed men with professional tendencies and learned how easily controllable they were by the most subtle of actions; a flash of a bare knee, a toss of a lock of hair or her derrière bent at the right angle at just the right moment.
This brought her to the younger man kneeling behind her, studying every cleft and curve or her bared behind. Running her fingers through his curly black hair, she gently spoke to him. "Look at it, love it. Prove your admiration of it and you'll make me very happy."
Just the thought made him tremble with excitement. Understanding completely, he leaned forward and barely touched his lips to the highest swell of her right cheek. His lips made contact with her softest skin and he stayed pressed against her for a moment, contemplating his place. Kneeling behind this woman he met only a few weeks ago but admired since the moment he saw her, he never felt so secure as he did at the moment- pressing his lips against the curve of her ass.
She sighed contentedly and pushed back, encouraging him further. Breaking his kiss he softly pressed his lips to her other cheek and inhaled deeply. A warm, feminine scent, filled his nostrils, laced with the deep odor of sweat and moisture filled his nostrils.
"One more," she commanded gently. "Right between."
He knew there was no denying it now. He had capitulated to this woman without the slightest show of resistance. There was only one more act to make it complete. Willingly, and without a thought, he kissed the warmth of her crack, admiring the soft curves of her rear and the warm softness of her skin. The tip of his tongue reached out slightly from his lips and tasted her, leaving a spot of wetness along her cleft. She tasted fresh and slightly warm. Remnants of her moisturizer left a slightly bitter taste in his mouth.
As he leaned back and looked up at her, the heavy cheeks of her ass looming over him, she unceremoniously pulled up her pants and entered her apartment. Without looking at him she casually told him to come by tomorrow evening.
He stayed on his knees moments after she exited before coming to his senses and rising. Her neighbor, a middle aged blonde woman watched him with a smirk across her face. Barely able to meet her gaze she wished him a good night as he passed. Head down, he walked out the front door of the building and made his way home, wondering how much the woman had seen.
It was some time before he was able to fall asleep. Having gone to bed immediately after returning home, he could not get his date out of his head. It was rare for him to feel this way about a woman, even rarer to get so close to one so soon. It seemed unreal as, lying in bed, he replayed each moment of the date over in his head.
He kept returning to the last few minutes of the date when she turned around and bent over, inviting her gorgeous ass for his attentions. Though he did not touch it, in his fantasies he did and it was firm but soft and smooth. Hopefully he would get the chance again, and perhaps she would allow more than his lips to touch her ass.
She zeroed in on him almost immediately. Was he that easy to read? Before the waiter even brought their menus to the table he felt in her grasp. Everything she did seemed to lure him even farther to the point he could not control. How could she do that? Did she even realize what she did to him? She probably had him pegged as an ass lover before she asked him out. It was that easy to see.
Instinctively his hand found his cock and curled around the shaft in a ritual he had practiced thousands of times before. The shaft was sore from being swollen since early that evening without relief but he ignored it. His need was imperative right now, and overruled any discomfort he felt to sate it.
He came sooner than expected, crying out in the empty room as he imagined her ass: the scent, the taste and the pale soft skin. Twice more he came as the image filled his mind. Drained and tired, he slept soundly and did not wake until late the next morning.
He eagerly awaited his next chance to see her and, unable to resist, called her twice to hear her voice. There was no answer but her machine and he left a nervous and stilted message hoping to hear a confirmation of their date that night.
Though she never returned his call, he made certain to be at her door at the same time they had arranged to meet the night before. Not sure of the etiquette for a second date (it had been some time since he had had one), he brought along a modest bouquet of flowers to surprise her.
