I want to tell you a nice sexy story.
I'm sitting at the keyboard wearing my favourite and most comfortable clothing: a sweatshirt. There will be no restriction if my cock decides to get hard. I've opened the window just a little bit so the cold air will drift through the room and make my bare legs feel chilly, reminding me of my partial nudity.
I used to live in Toronto, where this happened. I won't bother telling you how I met her, or how she ended up in my apartment. We'll just say that it was very late on a Friday night, it was very hot, and she shouldn't have been there.
Neither of us could sleep; the bedroom had two single beds, I was on one wearing a pair of gym shorts and she was in the other wearing her panties and a soft shirt I had lent her. It was too hot to sleep. All I could think about was wondering what she had under those insignificant bits of clothing.
She got out of bed and walked to the living room for a cigarette and I followed, hoping my hard on wasn't too apparent, saying I would join her for a smoke.
I sat beside her on the couch in the dark. She said it was too hot to sleep. I said, well, there's nothing on TV so maybe we ought to make love."
She thought about that for a moment. "Do you think that's a good idea, since you're my boss?" I let a moment go by and said "Yes, I think it's a good idea." She leaned her head on the back of the couch and tilted it toward me, waiting to see if I would kiss her. I kissed her, and caressed her arm lightly, passing my hand down to her thigh. Returning my kiss, she slid her hand onto the top of my shorts.
I wasn't trying to hide my hard on anymore; I was now proud of it. As soon as she felt my length and thickness she said "I'll be right back" and walked into the bathroom.
I returned to my bed, removed my shorts and lay under the single sheet. Now, if she came to my bed, there would be no mistake, no turning back. I heard the toilet flush, the bedroom door close and she was in my arms.
This was very early in my sexual career and I wanted to make the most possible of the situation. I caressed her breasts and licked her nipples. I ran my hands the length of her legs and it was at that moment that I became devoted to the beauty of a woman's legs. In the dark I could see only the dim white outline of the muscles of her thigh, the narrowness of her ankle, the plumpness in between. In the dark, I savoured her legs with every other sense I had: as I caressed her legs with my cheeks and kissed her knees, I could smell the faint salty, animal smell of her sweat. Licking her thigh, I could smell the funk of her vagina, which was dripping freely with sexual moisture. Crushing my face into her bristly trimmed but not shaved bush, rubbing her hair with my cheeks, there was a faint odour or lingering urine from her trip to he bathroom. Licking the outer edges of her pussy lips, which were engorged and protruding beyond her vulva, I could taste a salty new flavour.
As I think of that flavour now, I reach down to touch myself. There's a little bit of moisture at the end of my hardening penis and I smear it around. It is a slimy feeling and my half-erect cock leaps when I touch it. I can feel blood pumping from my hips into my sac, I can feel semen being sucked into whatever container will hold it down there until it contracts in an ecstatic spasm, forcing the contents out in white spurts. The room is getting cold now and I get up to close it. As I do so, my now-enormous cock sways before me and I linger in front of the window, hoping someone outside can see it sticking past the bottom of my sweatshirt.
My new friend was making small gasps of surprise every time I touched, nosed or tongued her in a new place. She reached down and pulled my hips toward her, forcing me to lie on my side with my nose between her thighs and my cock resting wetly between her lips.
She was mad with lust and she sucked me wildly. I did not like it. When a woman sucks a cock very hard, it causes a buildup of blood in the very tip that I personally do not care for. However she was also moving her head back and forth with her lips around the shaft of my cock and her tongue reached out along my shaft and I thought that was a VERY good feeling. I was starting to feel a buildup of pressure between my legs.
Somewhere in the past I had read that a gentleman does not ejaculate into a woman's mouth without permission. Before that happened I wanted to feel the inside of her pussy which by now was slick with juice, sweat and my saliva. I gently pulled away from her and rose to my knees between her legs.
There was a little bit of morning light starting to come through the window and as I knelt before her I could see her hands reaching for her hips. Her face was a mask of lust, with her eyes half open and fixed on my erection suspended over her, her lips swollen and panting. I took her hands and guided them to her own body. With my hands on top of hers, I caused her to caress her tummy, her breasts, her thighs and her pussy. When I pushed her middle finger inside her, she shut her eyes and cried out "Aanhh!" Her knees convulsed toward each other, squeezing my own thighs as I knelt watching her orgasm. She arched her back and swung her head from side to side as though she were trying to free herself from something.
