Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sam, just an ordinary guy who sometimes lets my cock talk for me. Not necessarily a bad thing, right?
I want to tell you about Saturday morning. I was wide-awake, watching my girlfriend Lisa sleep. We had been up late last night so as I listened to her softly breathing I tried to convince myself I should just let her rest. My cock was telling me otherwise. What's a guy to do? I always did have a habit of listening to this little head of mine.
I turned on my side to look at her. Reaching over, I pulled the sheet down from her chest. She looked so lovely to me, hand by her face, fingers curled so delicately. In my mind, I could picture what those fingers would look like, wrapped around my hard rod. So, I gently brought her hand down, covering her hand with mine as we held my cock. It felt good, comforting, if you know what I mean.
My other hand lightly touched her breast. She once told me she liked that and I have to admit I liked it too. I never realized how good it could be to watch a woman become slowly aroused. Yeah, my Lisa has shown me a lot about the man I could be, considering the man I knew I was. I mean I've spent a lot of wasted time thinking that it's hard to make a woman come. I always tried because I'm not selfish about this mutual pleasure thing. But if I didn't succeed, I tried, she knew I tried and then it was ok if I came. It's the thought that counts, right? Well, Lisa took my thinking and made mincemeat out of it. I don't know how she did it, or even when it happened. All I know is that I'm learning that her pleasure makes me happy; makes my pleasure so much more intense. This girl has shown me what give and take really means. Not that I'm perfect yet. Sometimes my little head still doesn't know just when to keep quiet. But my Lisa understands and loves me anyway.
So, in a way, I'm always fighting with my cock. Hell, I want to go slow, find all the pleasure for us, but this little guy (term of affection, NOT true size) just gets so riled up at the thought of being inside something other than my underwear that the word slow means nothing. But, hey, I'm a new man. I'm in control of all of this...for the most part, anyway. Like I said, I'm not perfect yet.
I was having a hard time concentrating on what a changed man I had become that Saturday. My hand lightly stroking her breast made me feel good. I still can't get over how exciting it is to watch her nipples harden, see her hips begin to rise slightly as she begins to wake up. Usually, she's up and out of bed before me, so this is not something I really get to see that often. I'm telling you it's a pure rush to know that I can do this to her and for her. The hard tip of her breast felt incredible as I gently moved my palm over it, watching the outside edges of her aureole crinkle. My cock twitched in our hands as I lightly pinched her right nipple, then rolled it between my fingers. Lisa's hand tightened her grip on my cock for a second, sliding down my thickening shaft toward my balls as I moved my hand from my cock and to her pussy. I held it in the palm of my hand, much like she was cradling my balls in hers. It was like a slow dance because when I squeezed, she squeezed. My cock grew straighter as the slickened head of it touched her outer thigh. My middle finger separated her nether lips while I kept gently clasping and compressing her wet slit.
I watched her face; saw her beautiful blue eyes open in a lusty surprise while her hand kept rolling my balls between her fingers. My middle finger pressed down tighter between her lips, almost touching the opening to her core, the opening where my cock needed to be.
I sat up and moved between her spread thighs. Her hands moved to my hips as my finger inched closer to her entry. I stared into her blue eyes as I spread her lips wider, my middle finger drawing moisture from her opening to her clit. Her eyes widened when my finger slowly pushed deeper inside. I wanted her to feel every inch of it as I slid in, trying to find her g-spot. When I heard her moan, I knew that it was almost time for me to make her come on my cock.
I held myself with one hand as I continued to slowly move my finger back and forth inside her. I didn't want to hurry this moment. My Lisa was teaching me to enjoy the leisurely luxury of exploring the senses and I was teaching my cock. But I was losing control as I slid my finger out and pushed my cock in. Her legs wrapped around my waist as she lifted her hips to feel my entire length inside her satiny warm depths.
My two fingers moved to her clit. I had to make her come and I wanted to come with her. Her hips moved up and down my shaft, fucking me from underneath as I captured her clit and rolled it, circled my fingers around it, pushed it down and rotated the hard little shaft. Her pussy tightened on my cock and I can't even tell you what a glorious sensation it was to feel her hips riding my hard flesh while I felt her clit grow as erect as my cock.
Suddenly, she gave a soft cry. "Oh Sam," she moaned as her hips pushed hard into me and held me captive between her legs. I've never felt such a grip on my cock. It was like her inner walls were moving up and down, massaging me in a million different directions.
"Lisa, come with me," I whispered as my fingers swirled her tight button. She didn't have to answer. I came as she did...I can't describe this feeling. I never wanted her pussy to stop the vibrations that her coming did to my cock. Our mutual explosion was just amazing...
When I felt her inner muscles loosen their grip on me, I reluctantly pulled out of her. Lying next to her, my hand traced her hip to her waist as she turned and cuddled next to me, head against my shoulder.
"Sam, you're so exciting. It just gets better all the time, doesn't it?" She murmured sleepily.
"Lisa, you have no idea. I can't believe I've lived so long without this feeling."
She moved her head and I saw the look that I loved so much. "Sam, you just never found the right person to feel this with," she smiled.
Oh yeah, my cock and heart were beating as one with that answer. She was right, of course. But that look reminded me of another look I had seen earlier in the week. The look that Annie, a customer in the camera shop I work at had. My mind drifted as Lisa moved closer to me, throwing her leg over mine. Annie was a woman who had walked into the store with her boyfriend. He made her come as she stood in front of the counter. She was beautiful. After she came she looked even more beautiful when she looked at me, eyes slightly glazed. When I bent down to find them a camera they wanted, I saw she wore no panties. His hands were on her pussy and she wore nothing but his fingers. I can remember coming home that night (no pun intended), wondering how I could get Lisa to try that with me. And that's where my thoughts were heading right then. Ok, sure, I was feeling something I thought was love for her, but like I said, my cock kept giving me ideas that sometimes had nothing to do with anything but lust.
"Lisa," I asked, fingers stroking her soft curly hair. "Do you ever have any fantasies?" Now this may sound strange but I never thought too much about sexual fantasies at all until Annie came into my store. Hardly ever thought about them. My sex life has always been great - never boring - so it always seemed to me that fantasies were over-rated. It may seem even odder that Lisa and I had never talked about them but we never did. I didn't even know if she had any. For me, Lisa was everything I needed, sexually I mean. I guess I was learning so much about my Lisa that I thought any fantasies I had were already coming true. Until Annie...
After I asked the question, I felt her tense for a second. "Fantasies? You mean like sexual fantasies?" I thought she sounded nervous yet excited. But I mean, why wouldn't she be excited? This conversation was exciting the hell out of me. Like I said, I think Lisa is showing me things about myself. I've spent my whole life thinking that I am a woman's fantasy, if you know what I mean. The definition of male ego could have been summed up in one word, 'Sam.' And most times I might have been right, you know? Hey I can dream, can't I? At any rate, I pursued this conversation, testing my theory about whether or not she was aroused.
"Sure. That's exactly what I mean. Have you ever thought about what it would be like try different things with me?"