The adventures of Angela.
Chapter 3
I was on my way to Mike's when the panic set in. I was so horny earlier that I fingered myself to high heaven, but now as much as I want to see him and take the next step in our relationship, I was nervous. I was concerned I had got off so many times, that I wouldn't be horny, as loving, as frisky or as turned on as I wanted to be.
I hated the way I looked walking from my car to his place. I felt like the whole world was staring at me. I was dressed in the tightest pair of blue jeans I could fit into, with a long white free flowing shirt. I felt my hips and stomach were way too big. I felt like a 10 pounds of sugar, crammed into a 5-pound bag. Mike greeted me at the door with a big smile. I was carrying the food I ordered and he invited me in. I got the grand tour of his place and got to see pictures of his family and adventures he had gone on.
Mike made my time with him comfortable. He wasn't weird or scary. He acted like a complete gentleman and as we ate; and even after just hanging out and talking, I was becoming more and more comfortable with him. Being a woman, sometimes, you don't know how a guy will act like when your alone with him. Especially someone new and the first time alone at his house.
After dinner we sat in the couch listening to the TV in the background and just talking. I was growing more and more fond of him and I wanted him. But damn it; if I had gone to extremes earlier that day and had gotten myself off so many times that I didn't feel horny. No matter how I tried to fantasize quickly in my head, the juices weren't flowing. But I had to try. I wanted to come over here to fuck him. To be intimate, to get him off.
When we started kissing the feeling was incredible. To be back in the arms of a man who was treating me with dignity and respect; care and compassion was so unusual that it threw me for a loop. Don't get me wrong, everyone's on their best behavior when the situations new. But I just felt so comfortable with him, there was no red flags and I was overly excited to be here instead of being scared and nervous as I usually am.
I put Mike's hand on my tit over my shirt, I wanted him to know it was okay to touch me and to seduce me. He didn't hesitate to rub and caress my breasts over my shirt and to start getting himself more and more turned on. I was liking him feeling me up. I was excited a man was touching me again and now -- at least at that moment -- I wish I hadn't masturbated so much earlier that day, because I wanted to fuck him.
I unbuttoned my shirt giving Mike better access to my tits. It didn't take him long to pull my bra up and over my tits setting them both free. His head leaned down and he sucked, licked and nibbled on my nipples driving me crazy. Remember I told you I have pretty big tits, so he was in heaven just playing, touching and sucking on them. I was enjoying it too. I like when someone gives the proper attention to my tits.
I slid my shirt off and managed to unclasp the bra. Mike and I laid down on the couch with him partially on me, with his hands still rubbing and caressing my upper body. My hands were wrapped around the back of his head and along his face as our kisses grew stronger and deeper. I wanted his cock. I wanted to see what it looked like. How big it was. How hard I could get him. But I knew I probably wasn't going to fuck him tonight.
I reached my hand down along his naked chest, just after he pulled his T-shirt over his head exposing his upper torso. His chest still outlined -- with what once was - a muscular chest, with his little tummy sticking out. I rubbed further and further down as his hands also started rubbing further south than before. His hand ended up in between my legs, rubbing along my inner thigh, as I was trying to reach down far enough to get to his crotch.
Mike adjusted himself further up and on me, so my hand could reach his dick and he could reach my pussy better. I unbuttoned his jeans shorts and slowly, seductively unzipped his zipper. His hand was cupping my pussy over my jeans and even though I was turned on, I was nowhere near wet enough or ready enough to take his cock.
I slid my hand down inside his pants and found his cock sticking upwards inside his underwear. It was full and plump and fairly long, not the longest I've ever seen, but surely not short. And I just got to tell you what an incredible feeling it was to be holding a hard cock in my hand again. I slowly stroked him off as we kissed more. As he tried to unbuttoning my tight ass jeans, I pulled from our kiss and whispered, "Period."
It was the only thing I could think of to save him from diving his hands down onto my dry ass pussy. I wanted to fuck him; believe me I did, but the lesbian fantasies and even fantasies of him earlier that day, had expelled every bit of orgasms I could have mustered.
Mike didn't seem to disappointed and just continued rubbing my pussy over my pants as I continued giving him a hand job through this heated make-out session. I didn't want to disappoint him even more, so I asked him to sit up, so we could re-adjust.
After we got re-situated. I was sitting upright next to him on the couch as, his back was against the cushion. I opened his pants even more and pulled his underwear flap done, letting his cock out. His dick was sexy! It was long, but not too big, thick and full with a beautiful rounded head. And I was looking forward to having that I my mouth, in my pussy and up my ass.
I slid down off of the couch and started pulling at the sides of Mike's pants sliding them off. The tip of his cock poking out of his whitey tight underwear as I edged in closer between his legs. I pulled his underwear down and got the first true look at his cock. It was all shaved, balls and all, probably six and a half inches long, hard and ready to be played with.
