I stood in Mike's shower yet again and let the warm water run down my body. I ran my hands down my waist and around the curves of my ass. I still felt Mike's grip on me, even though I was alone. The strength of his big hands had been exhilarating. And then his big thick fingers probing inside my body had put me over the edge. I ran my hands down between my thighs and remembered the pressure of his touch.
I stared at his grubby shower tiles blankly and tried to collect my thoughts. I'd met Mike less than a week ago and had been obsessed with him ever since. The appeal of his big mountainous body was like none I'd felt before. And his bashful and stubborn nature had only provoked my lust. Any other guy would've taken half the attention I'd given him in the comic store and ran with it, but Mike kept me at arms length. He'd begrudgingly offered me access to his cock, but nothing else. I hadn't seen him with his shirt off, or even his pants. I wanted to see and feel his bare flesh so badly that it ached.
He'd let me swallow a good quart of his ejaculate and he'd made me cum buckets with his fat fingers, but those were just satellites to the planetary orbit that pulled me in. It seemed a fitting metaphor; he was a planet sized man with his own gravitational pull. I wanted his thick cock to fill me while his tremendous naked body overpowered me in sexual fervor. I was greedy, or maybe suicidal, but I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he could.
And now Mike had taken my suggestions and seemed empowered. That frustrating lust for his cock and the intimidating power of his commands left me wondering how I was going to proceed. I realized I needed to be the aggressive one again to get what I wanted. Now that I'd broken through his bashfulness, I needed to be assertive to achieve a passionate fuck, or else I risked becoming his lazy blowjob buddy without ever catching a full view of him.
I dried myself off with Mike's giant towel and returned to the living room in my birthday suit. Mike looked me over as I found my white and blue top. The food had arrived while I showered, and Mike had laid it out on the living room table.
"Why don't you just keep that shirt off? So I can keep looking at you?" Mike was making plates for both of us. I put my top on and smirked at him quickly.
"I don't want you getting bored of me so quickly." I remained naked from the waist down, but my shirt covered me down to the just past the hips. I knelt down on the carpeted floor and started picking at the fries Mike had put on my plate.
"Oh...alright."
Mike remained seated on his throne, still fully clothed and taking up nearly all of the three-seater couch. He had made a plate of chicken and fries for himself and I realized that I was getting to watch him eat for the first time. It wasn't like I got off on guys eating specifically, but there was something pleasant about seeing a big man satisfy his appetite.
"Do you want some water? I wanna get some water."
"Uh, sure."
I got up and walked to the kitchen, hoping he was staring at my half-naked body, fresh and clean from the shower. Mike had already gone through a few beers, but I assumed that didn't even make a dent in his blood alcohol level, given his size. I filled up the biggest glass I could find for him and took a smaller one for myself. When I returned, he'd already gone through one of the three pieces of chicken on his plate. I sat back down on the floor and started on my single piece.
Mike ate with the slightest defensive posture, clearly aware that I was observing him with some interest. We made small talk but mostly just ate. It was interesting how much things had changed from before I showered. At that point, he was in complete control of me. I would've obeyed almost any depraved command he'd given me. After the shower, things felt like they'd cooled and returned to our normal, slightly awkward discourse.
After he'd gone through four pieces of chicken and I'd finished my one with some fries, we were slowing down, and the silence was becoming more noticeable. Mike had already blown his load and the only place for us to go next was into territory that he'd never been before. My feeble bedframe had stopped us from finishing the deed last time, but I assumed there was a sturdy king size in his bedroom that would do the trick. I was still horny as hell and I was eager to proceed further.
"So it's your turn now, Mike." Mike had finished his chicken and was wiping his hands with a paper towel.
"For what?"
"For strip-teasing. You got to take my clothes off, so now I wanna see some of your clothes come off."
Mike balled up the paper towel, looking down at his plate instead of at me.
"Oh yeah?" I had a good guess at how he felt, but I also had a plan.
"Yeah...I took off four things, shirt, pants, and underwear. So now you have to take off four things."
He nodded along, somewhat avoiding eye contact. He was obviously a bit bashful, and the threat of someone seeing his naked body had returned. I wanted him a little uncomfortable, so I could negotiate him into a series of little concessions. I didn't want to push him, but soon enough I'd get him out of his shell.
"And I know exactly what four things, too." I walked on my knees around the table and sat down on the couch at one of his spread legs. "I'll even take them off for you."
Mike looked down at me, over the slope of his big belly and half of his full chest. His face had regained that stubborn scrutiny, but he didn't make any protest.
"I'm choosing...two shoes and two socks. That's what you have to take off."
Mike scoffed with a bit of a laugh. "You're letting me off easy, then?" I smiled up at him.
"I'm fine with a slow burn romance. And besides, I like feet. Especially big feet like yours."
I started to loosen the laces of Mike's huge black sneakers. They were bigger than any I'd ever seen before, and the ankles of his sweatpants were stretched around amazingly thick ankles and calves. Again, as soon as I drew near him, I felt tiny by comparison; it was a fun, giddy feeling.
"Felicia, wait..." Finally, before I could take off his shoe, Mike protested. "Maybe I should just shower first. I'm...I'm pretty sure my feet are gonna stink. I don't want you getting grossed out."
