Lucy had taken a 6 month contract in the States to recover from her messy divorce. This is where she met James and two weeks before her return to the UK she and James finally got together. An engineered deception had Lucy turning up to the wrong house a day early... with wonderful results. So a couple of hours after their first intimate time together Lucy found herself sat at the breakfast bar in James house, wearing his robe and eating and ham and tomato on whole wheat sandwich.
James leaned over the breakfast bar still just wearing his shorts, while Lucy sat perched on a high stool on the other side, hungrily tucking into a sandwich.
"You're watching me!" Lucy grinned as she captured a crumb from the corner of her mouth.
"I like watching you... Haven't you eaten anything today?"
Oh god, thought Lucy... hope he doesn't go all Christian Grey on me. "No, I was saving myself -- I was promised a Barbecue!" Taking a sip of her iced tea, "And this ham is the only meat I've seen!"
A deep roaring laugh echoed around the room. "Meat huh!" and the glint in his eye took on a delightful twinkle.
Oh Lucy, she thought to herself... what devil have you unleashed. Then as she pushed the empty plate away and took another sip of her drink, James walked around the bar; the bulge in his shorts still snaking its way across to his hip, as he propped himself on the bar next to her.
"So tell me Lucy, what 'kind' of meat are you after... a juicy steak? lamb chops?..."
And before he could finish, Lucy ran a very elegantly painted nail along the length of his cock...
"Sausage... Corny but true."
"Oh woman," he groaned taking her face in his hands "I'm trying so hard to take it slow, to make it count, and here you are, enough to test the patience of a saint."
"Why James, why take it slow... I'm not a frail flower -- I'm not going to break!" She whispered into his mouth.
Then once again she was in his arms, this time being carried along the corridor and into his bedroom. As her feet hit the ground so did the robe she was wearing, and his hands came up to cup her breasts. His thumbs gently grazing over her hard puckered nubs as his lips descended on her again, consuming her in some raw emotion and desperate need. Lucy slid her hands around his waist, letting the tips of her fingers slide into the elasticated band of his shorts and then sliding down over the taught globes of his buttocks; her fingers working in, in a sensual massage, and her index fingers teasing the ravine of his bum. His hands pulled her tighter, closer to him and mirrored hers on her naked ass; again letting her feel the throbbing erection in his crotch. Fixing eye contact, their gaze never wavered, and she slowly lifted the waist band gently over his cock and with her hands splayed out pushed the waist band down. Down over his hips, his upper thighs and then to drop onto the floor, and standing on tiptoes; she kissed him taking the gasp out of his mouth when he was finally set free. He started to sink down, his mouth claiming her neck, her shoulders and the V between her collar bones. His hands caressing her arms with gentle feather touches, as he prepared to sink even lower.
"No James, my turn..." She whispered, gently trying to lift him, with her hands under his elbows.
With a sparkling grin he stood, tall and proud. Her hands smoothing over his arms across his pectorals and down over his finely contoured abs, resting her hands on his hips she massaged her thumbs into the cradle of his belly. Then slowly and oh so very deliberately she leaned in and let her tongue swipe over his left nipple, sucking and nibbling the little brown button; letting her hand move up to take the place of her mouth as she moved over to his right.
"I like to keep things in balance" she whispered into his torso.
Sinking to her knees, yet keeping her fingers teasing his nipples, Lucy let her tongue trail down. Teasing and swirling around his belly button, letting her chin gently push his cock out of the way she followed the fine line of hair south until she found the well trimmed thatch of his pubic hair. Sitting back on her knees she looked up meeting the hungry look in his eyes.
"Okay? Or would you rather lie down. Because this looks tasty and I might be sometime".
"I, we -- are not getting on this bed until we are ready to play the beast with two backs... so if you need to snack -- I'll stand!" He said with humour and lust dancing in his eyes.
Those lovely blue eyes, so grinning Lucy finally allowed herself the luxury of looking at his cock. It stood high, hard and proud, a good double handful for her and his balls, large -- just how she liked them...
"Oh yummy... these I have taste!" Taking his penis in her right hand and using her left to cup his scrotum.
James felt as if the world had suddenly gone into slow motion as she lowered her head and ran a long flat tongue lick right across his sack from her right to left; pausing briefly before sucking and hoovering in his right ball into her mouth. He felt rather than heard the low purr from her throat as her tongue ran over him, massaging and making his sack crinkle and contract. His hands automatically went to her head -- not to control but to cradle. Her massaging now alternating with pulsing little sucks that seemed in time with the gentle stroking of his cock, the pulling getting harder and longer until his ball popped out of her month and nestled against its twin.
"Oh now doesn't that look lovely? Wet and shiny and all scrunched up... Poor little left one!" As she massage him so the left one came to the fore.
Sinking her head back again and sucked up the left one into the warm wet cavern of her mouth, then treated the left one to the same torture that the right had enjoyed. This time, two fingers of the hand cupping him, started to stroke up and down his perineum. Groaning James was lost, hanging on his pleasure building and, gasping when she gently blew her breath across his wet pouch. Without a pause, Lucy ran her tongue up his full length... A sweeping stroke up the thick, strong muscle that ran up his cock from root to tip and risking a glance she looked up into his piercing blue eyes... His expression almost pained; and as she reached the tip and dipped her tongue into the eye of his glans, his head rolled back and his groaning became a growl. Then with barely a pause she tipped her head and slowly glided him across the roof of her mouth and into the back of her throat. His head snapped forward in time to see Lucy burying him in her, up to her nose, holding him for as long as she could and then letting go. James watched her as she gasped and let him go, stared at the string of dribble hanging from his cock. Then without further ado he bent down, picked her up and threw her on the bed.
