I headed for the home gym to do some rows, which I liked. He went for the barbells and started doing dead-lifts. I did three sets of eight reps before moving onto a different exercise. Daniel busied himself with a hang, clean and press set. After that, I did some dumbbell work, while he did bench presses. We spoke briefly. He neither kept silent nor gabbled on mindlessly. It occurred to me that he could be the ideal beach companion -- the kind of guy who helps you put lotion on, talks for the first ten minutes, then lies down next to you for the next three hours making occasional comments. Perfect.
By now, half an hour had passed and I wanted to shift things up a gear. I prepared the home gym for a cable pull-down exercise. "Daniel," I called.
He responded and came over.
"Spot me with this, would you?" I asked, with a shy smile.
"Sure," he replied, looking at me with confidence.
I grabbed the handlebars and pulled down, watching the stacked, rectangular weight plates inside the machine move up towards the pulley at the top. "Is this OK?"
"Keep your back straight," he said. He bent over behind me and gently touched the sides of my torso to show me where it should be. As I pulled down, I felt my arms brush against the backs of his fingers. "Up again," he said. I weakened my pull and my arms raised up as the weights went down.
"Great. Again," he continued. As I pulled down, I leaned forward slightly. "Stay straight," he said, moving his fingers higher. Another brush of his fingertips. My arms raised again. I pulled down once more, this time leaning back. His fingertips, unmoving, now brushed along the sides of my breasts. Daniel, surprised, said, "Oh, sorry."
"No problem," I smiled, reassuringly, turning to him. "It's OK."I performed another rep the same way. His fingers brushed against my breasts again. I heard him breathe in slowly. This time he knew I was doing it on purpose.
I continued a few more times, before lowering the weights slowly to a stop. I turned my head to face him. He was looking at me with a mixture of expectation and uncertainty over what would happen next. I decided to show him. Leaning back even further, his fingertips reached the extent of my breasts. Then I leaned towards him, closing my eyes.
Our lips met. His lips were soft, yet insistent. We parted, looked at each other, then kissed again. He aimed for my bottom lip, and I sank into his arms as he embraced me. I felt his lips part and his tongue tentatively explore. I responded by letting my tongue touch his, before I, too, embraced him. I felt a rising excitement at having this young, virile man, only twenty years old, here with me. Our lips parted once more and Daniel began to rain kisses upon my cheek, then down below the ridge of my jaw to the neckline close to my ear. I sighed, the contact suddenly sending a zing through my heart.
I needed this. Five long years had passed since Jake, and now I had this gorgeous young stud. I could scarcely believe my luck.
He kissed his way down my neck from my ear to my collarbone, before I felt his hand gently caress my right breast. The sudden touch inflamed me, and immediately I sensed a gaping, cavernous need inside me, a need too long denied, too long ignored, a great, roaring, thirsty, hungry kind of feeling; a searing, desperate-to-be-quenched raw need that scared me as much as it thrilled -- and I took it.
"Oh, Daniel," I panted. "I need this - I need this so badly -- I need you!"
In between kisses, Daniel replied, "You've turned me on since I first saw you yesterday. I've wanted to touch you so badly -- I didn't think I would ever -"
My lips cut him off as I kissed him back. That was it -- a huge flame of passion ignited within me; I felt a sudden passion as the fire burned within me. I was consumed with desire -- I HAD to have him. I felt scarcely in control as I rained kisses down on his handsome face, wanting more of his masculine essence. I felt the slight roughness of his stubble as I held his face in my hands, kissing him even harder.
Then, after what seemed like an age, we came up for air. I moaned as I rubbed the side of my face against his cheek, wanting to feel the stubble create friction against my face, to reassure me that I really was with a man, that he wasn't just a mirage or a figment of my imagination, from the endless nights I'd spent with only my fingers for company. I ran my fingers through his short, dark hair, inhaled his scent, then half-closed my eyes as I nibbled his ear.
His hands were on both breasts now, his fingers teasing my nipples through the bra top. Impatient, I suddenly grabbed at the hem of it with both hands and yanked it over my head, it landing goodness knows where.
Daniel gasped as he gazed at my breasts in all their glory. He suddenly grabbed my waist, sat down on the exercise bench and placed me on his lap facing him. I pawed at his tank top, leading him to suddenly grabbing the edge of it and pulling it over his head, revealing his fabulous torso. I briefly glimpsed trained pecs, straining biceps and a six-pack before I felt his hands on my upper back as he lunged forward, his warm mouth making contact with my left nipple.
I cried out as the sensitive flesh responded. He held me in one arm as his other hand ranged hungrily over the other one. His tongue lashed against my nipple as he teased the urgent nub. Then he opened his mouth wider to engulf the whole areola, sucking urgently. I flung my head back, feeling my hair flick behind me as he ravished my breasts.
"Oh, yeah," I cried, desperately. "Yeah, please," I panted, inhaling deeply, before exhaling again. His actions were urgent, yet he took his time, worshiping my breasts, feeling their weight, then cupping them, pushing them up, letting them drop, his mouth alternating between each nipple, his tongue teasing, darting, urgent, sucking me in, then pushing them together, now burying his face in my cleavage, absolutely adoring them.
I relished the attention, as he felt the sides of my breasts, pulling the nipples away from my chest wall between his lips, the upturned nubs hardened and needy, before releasing them to bounce gently back into position.
"I love your boobs -- they're so fantastic," Daniel managed to say. I smiled as my hands explored his strong, muscled back, the round, developed shoulders and his thick, defined arms. I leaned back further, until I was lying down flat on the bench. Daniel leaned forward, kissing, licking and sucking, as he made his way down from my breasts, almost sad to leave them, down my toned abdomen, to the waistband of my shorts. I held his head in my hands, my fingers buried in his hair, as I looked up at the ceiling, suddenly wishing there was a mirror, so that I could see this gorgeous specimen as he made love to me.
Daniel undid the button, unzipped the shorts and pulled them down my legs. I lowered my legs, my feet on the floor, as I felt his nose and lips bury themselves in between my legs. He inhaled my scent, murmuring, "Oh, wow," before I felt his fingers curl into the top of my panties. He picked up my legs, placing them over his shoulders; then, with one deft movement, hooked them around my butt and down my thighs.
He gazed, enraptured, at the sight of my pussy, before suddenly kissing my thighs passionately, his hands feeling their silky-smooth texture. I arched my back as he finally neared my pussy. I could sense the lips were damp on the outside and I could feel wetness on the inside, the walls already expanding, my desire expectant and anticipating, as Daniel kissed, then licked, my outer labia.
"Your beautiful pussy," he murmured, as he flattened his tongue to deliver one glorious lick up my inner labia, across my clitoris and along its hooded shaft.
I breathed out quickly, my voice emitting a roar, as the feel of his tongue made me lose all control. My mind filled with images of his muscled chest and arms, I bucked my hips against his tongue, my back arching wildly, as his tongue licked, sucked and and danced across my clitoris. "Daniel!" I cried, grabbing his head and fistfuls of his hair as I ground his face against my pussy, now wet, swollen, inflamed with desire.
