I opened the front door to a sincere face. Deep eyes projected beams of lust into mine and the heart-dropping sensation reverberated in my chest. Without words, he steps into my home, his brown eyes locked on mine, and his face comes close. Bringing his hand up to my face, he touched my chin and plants a slow, soft kiss on my lips.
It started not so long back when my circle of friends would gather at the pub to chat and drink. The first glimpse of his face was so familiar yet new. When I say there was an instant sexual attraction, I mean like fire radiating from my downstairs region, and horny images stirring around in my mind.
His presence within group became more frequent, as did my sexual cravings for him. A flicker of eye contact could make me melt; the way he spoke, laughed, his deep eyes and sex appeal was driving me crazy. The erotic fantasies continued when I got home, as I'd rock myself into pure pleasure with nothing but my soft, skilful fingers, and a picture of this guy in my mind.
I hadn't arranged this meeting, but he was welcome all the more. It was obvious that after a fast and passionate kiss we had shared the previous night was playing on his mind, so much so that he had turned up uninvited and began to seduce me. Before long we had laid down on the sofa, intensely kissing. His large hands explored my body under my silk nighty, rubbing, stroking, caressing the flesh of my stomach and thighs. My finger ran through his hair as he moved his mouth down to my neck.
jolts of electricity shot through my body and down to my pussy as his tongue and lips touched the erogenous zones on my neck and collar bone. I let out a delicate moan and let my fingernails trail down his back, to which he responded by thrusting his crotch into mind, allowing our areas to grind.
Before surrendering to the aggressive thoughts racing around in my mind, I gently push him away, maintaining our gazes, and silently lead him to my bedroom. The atmosphere is sultry with dimmed lights, a musky smell, silk sheets and lots of other delicious textures that would stimulate our bodies.
With his manly charisma, he pushed me onto the bed and we continue our hot kissing, the heavy petting becoming more and more intense. His fingers run softly over the tiny panties covering my sex, which is already wet from arousal. A few more delicate strokes later, and some fondling of my pert breasts and erect, pierced nipples, he traces lines down my stomach and underneath my underwear. The wetness instantly lubricates his fingers as he circles my clit, varying in pressure and ensuring my moans become louder and louder.
Instinctively, I reach for his big, hard cock, and feel the size and firmness through his boxers. I thrust my hands down the front and run my fingertips from the base to the tip. It's like a lucky dip, and I feel as though I won the big prize.
Suddenly startled as his fingers are removed from my pussy, I look to him for an answer but instead I'm met with the sight of a gorgeous, sexy man stripping. He removes his t-shirt, exposing his trim, sensual body, and returns straight to my neck for a few seconds, before his lips travel down to my tits, then my navel, and finally he stops on my hipbones.
Peeling my panties away and down my shaking, limp legs, he begins to nuzzle the mound above my clitoris, lightly kissing and teasing my sex. I can feel my clit pulsating, crying out for attention but he continues to plant delicate licks and kisses on my inner thighs and lips. Finally he runs his tongue flat over my clit and caused a loud, husky groan to escape from inside me. He had awakened feelings of passion and pure ecstasy that I had been deprived of for so long.
