The bell to the business door chimed, I raised my head and eyes to what can only be described as a Roman Statue in human form. With ice blue eyes that seemed to peer right through mine, he walked toward me with purpose and confidence. He waited for me to greet him as if I was deaf and dumb.... as if I couldn't speak fast enough for his quick witted mind. He had baby soft skin... tan as a Californian. He exhibited gentleness and potential for extreme empathy. His bicep muscles were causing his sleeves to stretch in such a sexy way that my eyes were bouncing back and forth between his eyes and biceps like butterflies. His chest was elevated with strength and his street smart filled head was easy for those strong shoulders and neck to carry. His smile flashed in slow motion every four words. He uttered words that made no difference to me, for it was trivial the reason he was at my counter. Trivial because of the manifestation that was taking place inside my very own body. His hands straddled the space between us as if he had me pinned up against a bathroom mirror. This man was no ordinary customer... this was a mutherfucking lumberjack!
I got to wondering if those extra muscles were useful in the bedroom. It always seemed like only in the movies girls were picked up and placed on tables to be fucked if they were... tiny. Would those moves work on my curvy frame? It wasn't long before I got to test this theory out. I was out drinking with the girls and 'ol Mr. Lumberjack strolled on into the same bar. Our eyes met and locked... but he proceeded to sit with his buddies at another table. After an hour of sharing the same drinking space it was high time one of us made a move. I stopped by his table after going to the ladies room. I placed my hand on his inner thigh while I leaned in to talk intimately into his ear. I said, Hi my name is Suzanne and I believe you have something for me. He was caught off guard by me entering his space but at the same time welcomed the advance. He responded by asking what ever could he have for me... he didn't even know me. I leaned in again and slid my hand onto his cock this time and uttered the words, "my orgasm". Stunned but beginning to smile he leaned back in his chair and gave me a head nod of consent. A rush of excitement hit my body as I confidently returned back to my group of friends to part ways.