We spent a while talking, which, as he said, was just so easy to do for us. It was easy for me to confide in him. We talked about work, local gossip and our current relationships. He was and still is my best friend. We started talking about our lack of sexual activity, and I trusted him enough to confide my frustrations with him. Because we were both involved with other people, we never moved beyond friendship. But today, as I was talking about the issues with my partner, and confiding in him that my toys had been my only means of orgasm for several months,, I noticed a bulge growing inside his jeans. I wondered if I could get away with teasing him a little. I leaned down and began running my fingers around his hard bulge, I liked how it felt, I wanted to see it, to taste it, to feel it.
This tease was quickly becoming much more than I intended. He stilled when I began to touch him, and his muscles tensed. I was nervous about his reaction until I heard his tools hit the concrete, and I sensed him relax some. I unfastened his jeans, and pulled them off carefully, knowing that our friendship was about to change for good. When his erection sprang free from its denim prison, I was very impressed. He was easily one of the biggest men I had seen. His erection was incredibly hard, I felt myself becoming wet looking at him. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I was surprised when my fingers didn't quite meet. I began stroking his length, feeling it, wanting it inside me; knowing his girth and hardness would easily bring me to an incredible orgasm. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him, I used my free hand to play with his balls and add to his pleasure.
I could tell from his breathing that he was enjoying this new venture. His reaction brought out the naughty playful girl in me. With him still under my car, I took off my little shorts and let them fall to the ground, knowing he could see at least that much, and went into the house. I heard him following me, and I took off my shirt and tossed it his way before heading to my bedroom. I stood in the doorway and saw him. He was standing in his shirt and nothing else, staring at me. His cock was firmly erect and I wanted it inside me. I wanted to feel it pound me hard over and over. I wanted to know how this man felt. I removed my bra as he stood there watching. I turned around and immediately felt his hands on on my boobs, each one perfect for his big hands. His rough hands felt great against my sensitive nipples as he squeezed, and massaged, sending fire throughout my body at his touch. I felt his cock on my back and I wanted him to fuck me. Reaching down, I grabbed his balls, wanting to drive him crazy.
I suddenly felt one hand slip inside my thin, black lacy thong and find my landing strip. I held my breath realizing I was getting what I needed. His other hand came down and he expertly removed my thong and let it fall to the floor. I felt his strong, manly hands spread my labia and he started playing with my clit. It felt amazing, I had been wanting this for so long, I had been wanting a real man to have his way with me, to just take me and fuck me. I felt two fingers slide inside me and then back out, moving back to my clit. He was driving me wild. The pleasure he was creating was intense and incomparable. I felt that I might cum at any minute. I was quivering under his touch and every inch of me was falling into a sea of pleasure. I needed this to last longer, to cum around his cock.
