February 2015 - Brownwood
She walked in carrying a large tote bag. I started to say something, but she gently put her finger on my lips and slowly shook her head.
"The less you speak," she said in a low husky voice, "the better this'll go. Trust me."
I nodded.
"Good, now go find a chair you can sit in and get comfortable. Oh, I almost forgot..."
She handed me a CD and grinned evilly.
"Be a sweetheart and put this in the stereo? I'll tell you when to start it."
She literally skipped to my bathroom and shut the door behind her. I tried to fight back the anticipation but I could feel my heart racing as I made myself comfortable in an easy chair.
Several minutes later, I heard a sweet voice call out from the bathroom and tell me to start the music. I was a little taken back when I heard the pulsating beat of Halestorm's "I Get Off" fill the room.
"You don't know that I know," Lzzy Hale soulfully panted. "You watch me every night."
My entire living room faded into the background as Angie strutted out. She was dressed in a blue and silver cheerleading outfit, complete with tight sweater top, short skirt and pompoms! She had her hair pulled back into a golden ponytail with a big blue ribbon and looked every part the cheerleader fantasy. Her big sweet smile let me know she knew she rocked the look. While her smile and appearance screamed youthful sexiness, her eyes said something very different.
"I get off on you," Lzzy screamed, "getting off on me!"
I swear Angie's stare morphed into a lioness' gaze as it assessed its prey.
She swayed and twisted with the music in a way that could only be described as an acrobatic dance. For every graceful, sensual dance move there was an overtly sexual athletic one to counter it. I sat in awe as my body was on sensory overload. From her incredible muscular legs to her huge breasts, which were struggling to be released from under her sweater, my brain couldn't process it all.
When she bent over, I could tell for certain all she was wearing under her skirt was a familiar tiny blue thong. I'd always known her ass was a masterpiece simply by the way her yoga pants had clung to it, but to see it bare was... breathtaking. It was small and round with muscular dimples in each cheek. I wouldn't have been surprised to learn she could crush things with her butt cheeks simply by flexing them.
Her strip tease continued and I felt my raging hard-on throbbing to the beat. When she finally released her breasts, I was amazed at the sight. I'd known they were huge, but these appeared to be their own entities. Each one was sculpted by a master, huge, but tantalizingly soft, with soft pink areolas that were too small for the globes they sat upon. Each one was topped with a tiny angry red strawberry pointing to the sky.
Her entire body was mesmerizing. Every body part moved in a different way and at different speeds, but all came together in a complex poetry in motion.
As she strutted towards me, I could see her eyes grow larger as she moved in for the kill. She leaned in close and allowed her breasts to cup my face, then dragged them up to my eyes. I nuzzled and gently kissed them as she let out a soft sigh.
Reaching down, she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. She pressed her incredibly soft pillows into my chest until I could feel her heartbeat. The heat from the touching of our skin caused tiny beads of sweat to form, and I could feel our hearts racing together.
Reaching down again, she slowly unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down until they pooled around my ankles.
"Angie I can't..."
"Shh," she whispered, as she slowly traced the inside of my thigh with her fingernail. "I know, Tommy Boy, I know. Trust me."
When her finger reached my erect manhood, she grinned. I'm average sized, or so I'm told, but thick. She gave my stunned face a wink and slowly licked me from base to head like a lollipop. My groan was probably heard by my neighbors.
She gently kissed the head, smiled and stood up in front of me. Her breasts demanded my attention as they rose and fell with each heavy breath. Tearing my eyes from them, I looked up into her beautiful face. Her smile was a smirk, knowing she had full control of her audience.
"Now," she said huskily, "if you want, you can keep my thong as a memento of tonight."
I leaned forward and hooked my thumbs into the band on each hip. Slowly, I peeled the tiny fabric down over her muscular thighs. I almost swallowed my tongue when I noticed the dark blue fabric was wedged between two swollen pink lips. As I pulled the fabric, it resisted only briefly before breaking free. Angie let a low guttural moan escape and I saw the light glistening in evidence of her excitement as it coated her exquisite womanhood. Stepping out of her thong, she gently pushed me back into my chair.
She leaned forward and slowly dragged her breasts over my groin, up across my stomach and chest before she pressed her face close to my own, crushing herself into me. I felt her hand gently find my own and she covered it before squeezing it closed over her damp thong.
"Angie," I said, my voice shaking.
"Tommy Boy," she whispered and squeezed my hand holding my memento. "That was your reward for all the hard work and dedication you've shown this last year. Not only for losing the weight, but for your dedication to Erica and me.
"I know you've been pushed past the point where if you were to touch me, you wouldn't be able to stop. You've shown you'll honor your promise not to take from me what I won't give you. You continue to surprise me, Tommy Boy."
I felt her let go of my hand and gently began to stroke my cock.
"I can't..." I hissed.
"No," she hissed back, "you can't... but I can! This isn't me rewarding you; this... this is for me!"
She crawled up my body and straddled me as she lined up my dick. Gently, she began to lower herself onto me and I felt the intense heat of her pussy as it slowly engulfed me.
I'm not sure what a mouse feels as it is slowly swallowed by a snake. I suspect it's a combination of many things: the thrill of the sudden rush of adrenalin, the terror of realizing its life, as it knew it, was about to end, and the overwhelming physical sensation of being crushed by undulating rings of muscles as it's pulled deep inside the snake.
I believe I'd a brief glimpse into that experience. I was overwhelmed by the realization that tomorrow would shine on a very different relationship between Angie and me, and it terrified me.
Angie continued to work her way down my shaft in such small increments it felt as if I was a foot long down there. I let out a low moan as I felt her pull me deeper inside.
"Oh... my... gawd," I groaned and looked up at Angie.
Her face was contorted as she squeezed and released. The rhythm was only broken by her short gasps for air. When she was finally seated with me completely engulfed, she let out a slow soulful moan.
"Oh gawd," she hissed softly, "so... good."
I had the obvious epiphany I wouldn't last much longer.
"Angie," I whispered.
"Got... all... night," she panted.
She leaned forward and devoured my lips with her kiss. I felt her begin to rise and rock as she began to pump me. I felt the pressure immediately begin to build.
"Can't last... much longer," I gasped.
"So don't," she whispered hotly into my ear.
I didn't.
My first thoughts as I exploded inside her were a combination of ecstasy, surprise, and terror. Ecstasy, in that I was having sex with my dream girl, and surprise at the amount of fluid that was being pumped out of me, since I felt like a deflating balloon. The terror? That was simple, I was afraid a beautiful woman like Angie, who had access to all different types of lovers, would be disappointed. My fragile male ego, right?
Looking up at her, I saw a look of total concentration, jaw set, breath being held and eyes tightly closed. Moments later I felt the shudder begin around my cock as it seemed to spread throughout her entire body. Angie let out a sharp gasp before she looked down at me and smiled.
"Sorry," I croaked, "it's been a while."
She looked down at me with a questioning look.
"Since before the Christmas Ball," I continued. "Afterwards, I couldn't focus on anyone but you."
She smiled warmly.
"Me, too."
Now it was my turn to be surprised.
"What, no Daniel?" I said, instantly regretting my words.
She peered down at me with a mixture of emotions dancing in her eyes.
"No, no Daniel. Not since before I bought my dress for the Christmas Ball. That's probably why he acted like a jerk that night. Even though we weren't a couple, he still can be possessive at times."
She smiled when she saw me struggling with an unspoken question.
"As for what just happened," she said smirking. "I'm an exhibitionist, Tommy Boy. Being watched and desired is a huge turn on for me, but it's the thrill I get right before it happens that can be overwhelming. When I was stripping, the rush I got before I went on stage was usually more intense than the actual stripping, most nights.
"The thought of taking off my clothes for you these past two months has been very exciting, probably more exciting than I'd originally expected. When we kissed New Year's Eve... I knew I was going to go farther than only stripping. That knowledge, that anticipation, has had me on edge more than I've been in a very long time!
"Tommy Boy, I'm sorry I blurred the lines between us. Well..." she snorted softly and grinned, "I'm kind of sorry!"
"So," I said softly as I tried to gather my thoughts, "all night?"
Angie barked out a laugh and then covered her mouth.
"Erica is at Mrs. Harper's tonight," she said softly and nodded. "We've got some time."
