(Donna's turn to reveal how her new relationship is growing and how much she is willing to give Kevin. About the Erotic Coupling category, I agree the last part of this could have been slotted as fetish and this one maybe edging towards BDSM and both could have been Mature Romance. But it is in its essence an erotic coupling, a coming together of two people whose sexual appetite's are not completely vanilla, their first sexual moment was out side on a deck, does that make the story exhibitionism? Forget the category and enjoy the story or not. Donna and I are enjoying the rehearsals.)
I was a little stunned to find myself waking up in Kevin's bed wrapped in his arms. Sure I knew he had a thing for me and I always liked him too, but I thought he was a little old for me and, well, yeah...I had a boyfriend. Key word "had." I didn't tell Kevin that day by the creek that we already broke up. I didn't want to jump into anything and do a rebound, but Kevin was very persistent and well, I honestly kind of hoped it would turn into more than a friendship eventually. But he really surprised me by being so bold, telling me I had to go out with him then buying me those sexy shoes! He even had the audacity to take me to his house and cook me a steak without even asking if I eat red meat! But his confidence was a big turn on. With my ex, he would ask where I wanted to eat and then get all moody and well...I loved it that Kevin had a plan he seemed so masculine and confident. I loved his take-charge personality and it brought out my feminine side. He even carried me to bed!
But first it was the foot massage that did me in. I conceded to just relax and enjoy it, but Kevin was so slow and sexy and patient. I kept expecting him to make a move but I swear it seemed like he might indulge my feet all night long! And it was the best foot attention I had ever had in my life, by far. He went on and on until I couldn't take it and I pounced on him, but then he turned the tables and started eating my pussy with same patience he showed my feet. I used to think when I saw women with older men it was because the guy had money or something, but now I know the secret. Older guys don't rush. In fact, I had never had an orgasm from oral sex before that night. I really didn't think it was possible. I always assumed that it was just, me. Now I know I had never had such a patient lover.
When I woke up with Kevin I was thinking about that and how lucky I was that he was such a good man, I had no idea he would be so amazing in bed. I decided to wake him up with a nice slow blowjob and return the favor. I am not really all that altruistic. The truth is I love sucking cock and I especially love Kevin's cock. He has a nice size cock and I love the taste, the power, feeling sexy and the fact that I can turn him on so much with my mouth. I love to worship his cock, the cock that has given me so much pleasure in such a short time. My favorite thing to do is drop to my knees while he is standing and pull his pants down. Something about being on my knees shows that I am there to serve him and I love it. Kevin takes my hair and makes it into a ponytail and gently guides my head, or he just plays with my hair or touches my face, but the best part is the way he talks while his dick is in his mouth. He never talks dirty, just encourages me and tells me I am beautiful or how good it feels. I think I might love him, but it is too soon to say so. Instead I show him with my mouth.
Ever since that evening (and the following morning) that started on Kevin's deck my relationship with Kevin grew. He'd actually did a good job of keeping his promise to adore and massage my feet, yet he didn't overdo it and I never took it for granted. One day at breakfast I said.
"Kevin, I have to confess that until that night on your deck, I have never before felt so loved. You were so patient with me and yet so forceful without being demanding. The way you just sort of made love to my feet and didn't seem to want anything more turned me on. I had resolved to just remain friends with you but OH my god what you did with my feet. I literally jumped you."
"Donna, I've wanted you since I met you. I wanted you in any way I could have you. That night I took possession of your feet and yes a bit of your legs too. If I had known how those feet, were such sexual turns on for you?"
"Well now you know and also that I am a wanton woman who can't seem to get enough of you. I love how patient a lover you are and how strong my response is to that patience. I really enjoyed how you never rushed the night, how you slowly built my arousal, how you made me the aggressor"
"Well let's head to the club and turn that aggression into a good workout"
We ran much more often together then we managed to spend a few nights a week together at either his place or mine. I felt we were developing a deep respect if not love for one another. Our morning post run coffees and or breakfasts were now more regular and expected then they had been and I found myself looking forward to see Kevin more each day.
This past Saturday night, we managed to come very close to the level of orgasmic bliss we shared the first night and like that night I woke Kevin up the next morning by taking his cock and eventually his cum in my mouth.
While I am sure there is some psychological rationale for my oral fixation, Kevin sure isn't complaining. It is ironic because while I lust over giving oral sex, receiving it has never been something I demanded because until Kevin, I never came from being licked down there. Now that I know how good it can be I could see a sixty-nine with Kevin as being a good release for both of us, he gets to taste my pussy and I still get his cock.
After a particularly satisfying night and a delicious serving of Kevin's seed safely in my belly I looked up at Kevin (I also loved to lightly kiss and lick a spent cock) and said.
"Thank you Kevin, I love tasting you first thing in the morning, it's such a treat to start my day."
Kevin laughed and said.
"I've never had a woman so enthused to do that and you won't ever hear me complain. I love watching you and love how well you pleasure me with your mouth. Tell me Donna, if you had to choose only one, would you prefer me to make love to your feet or would you rather suck my cock?"
"Kevin that is not a choice I want to ever have to make. I could never go without either and be happy. Are you tired of my feet?"
I wiggled my toes in his face as I said that, my face still near his cock my feet were close to his face. He leaned over and licked the sole of my foot causing me to shiver.
"Kevin put that tongue away unless you plan to keep that up."
I laughed. Then I said.
"We seem to be pretty compatible and unless you're just being overly nice, you do seem to enjoy my feet. I'd love to be as considerate and loving as you've been, is there anything I can offer, anything you really enjoy, besides my amazing blow jobs, that is?"
We both laughed and then Kevin said.
"OK I will open up to you but I want to do it while you're riding that cock, you might be more agreeable when your happy, and I know how happy my cock can make you."
Kevin had been stroking my pussy all this time, did I forget to mention that? When I rolled about and sat on his cock facing him, he slid in easily, my wet cunt accepting his length and god it felt good. Kevin had shown me in our short time together that a nice slow fuck can be so damn good but I wasn't in the mood for that. I began to rapidly bounce up and down, and gasping I said.
"You feel so damn good, now spill it. Tell me you desire. Oh god I just want to fuck you into the bed."
Then Kevin told me what he wanted and since I was now cuming I wasn't exactly sure I heard him correctly or maybe I hoped I hadn't. As he released himself inside me and my orgasm abated a bit I asked him to repeat what he's said.
"I want to restrain you and lie with my face between your legs and lick you for as long as I like."
I had heard him right and I said.
"I've never been tied up and I'm not sure I can handle that, at least not yet."
That was the partly true. I had that done to me earlier in my life by a boyfriend and not only had he hurt me a little bit, while I was unable to move he took some pictures and talked about calling his friend over to share. He never called anyone and he allowed me to see him delete the pictures, but ever since I have very resistant to being tied up and used sexually. It's not that I felt Kevin would do what my immature former lover did it was just something that scared me.
"Sorry, I want you to be restrained and unable to stop me, I want to be able to lick you as long as I like knowing that you can't close your legs, can't push me away with your hands. It takes away your responsibility and leaves you free to just take it and enjoy the orgasms I can give you. Perhaps if you had a bit more trust in me?"
Damn, what to do. While I did trust Kevin, he's been a running mate and breakfast companion for over a year. I knew he liked me, I knew he had a desire to see more of me but he always respected that I was involved with someone. In reality, he was such a gentleman, so attentive and not pushy. If ever there were someone I would trust to tie me up it would be Kevin but that memory, that cold fear of being used froze me. I was not at all turned on by this and needed some time to think. I slid off his now deflated cock and said.
"Kevin I need to give this some thought, can I think about the whole restraint thing and let you know?"
"I know that it may seem uncomfortable but I want you to recall that night on the deck, how I controlled you, aroused you to the point where you took the reigns and took us beyond the foot massage. Then you let me slowly enjoy your pussy and bring you to orgasm. If you recall how hard you came, then think about how much harder you might have cum, had you been unable to 'jump me'?"
"Yes that was amazing and yes I can see how being restrained might enhance our sex, it's just something I need to resolve in my head. I promise I will think about it and if I can I will try it."
I could see the disappointment in his eyes, but I needed to be true to myself. I tired to make the rest of the morning 'normal' I went running with Kevin and then went home. Kevin was going to be busy that night so I was alone and thought about his fantasy. I admit I slept poorly that night dreaming about what he wanted and seeing myself tied up and that man from my past snapping photos with his camera. I decided I needed to run so I dressed and went to the club, as I drove towards the club I passed the place I would normally have met Kevin for breakfast and I realized that we didn't plan to meet today like we normally did. I cursed myself for not setting that up before we parted yesterday and then looked into the café and there was Kevin talking to Victoria.
I think I had a panic attack right then and there. Victoria is a gorgeous tall brunette with big boobs. She was closer in age to Kevin then I was and the two of them were laughing and having a good time. Damn it. Was I already losing Kevin to Victoria? Maybe she was kinkier and more to his taste? Slamming my car door I took off running at a speed I knew would drain me and leave me stranded somewhere, but I didn't care I was too pissed and didn't trust myself to act cool in front of them I just wanted to get away fast.
