It is a clear, cold January day, and I just had a real hot Saturday morning date with a younger guy named Chris. He lives just one town over from me, so he conveniently took the train and I picked him up at the station for our first meeting. I was taken aback for a second by his stunningly-handsome good looks as he got into my car -- his muscular 5'9" frame was partially hidden under a navy blue fleece cotton sweat jacket.
At first I forgot what age he told me he was, but he quickly reminded me he was 25, and although he had fantasized time and again about being with an older lady like myself, he had never actually done the deed. I could tell he was a bit nervous and taking that into consideration, I decided rather than share with some wild crazy sex that might scare him off even more than he already was, I would treat him to one of my sexy, erotic massages instead.
As soon as we got to my house, I broached the question about my alternate plan, and he seemed to jump at the idea, with his gushing, "Oh my god, yes!"
I led him straight to my bedroom and wasted no time in undressing him slowly but surely -- every last thread until he stood before me, naked as a jaybird. His bare upper arms revealed more than just bulging biceps -- around each one were tatooed huge bands of darkly colored Celtic rings -- intricate patterns of Gaelic design.
I turned him around so I could admire his rear side, and there right smack dab in the middle of his upper back between his shoulder blades was a huge Celtic Cross tattoo. A bit further down towards his lower back -- right in the middle of his torso -- was another large, wide band of dark blue Celtic rings.
I began to think that I must have a fetish for tattoos, because Chris's were fascinating to see, and almost hypnotizing to look at for any length of time. They were truly gorgeous, in every sense of that word!
I guided him to lay down on my bed on his belly, and instructed him to tuck the cervical pillow under his neck and stretch out his arms in a V-shape, until he was in a totally relaxed position. I pulled the quilt up over his body all the way to his shoulders, so he would not get a chill as I got undressed.
"I'm just getting naked, baby, and I don't want you catching cold while you lay there."
With his face turned comfortably to one side, I could see he was smiling shyly, his eyes twinkling at me as if to say, "I hope you don't mind me watching you get naked!"