by Naomi Penn
I delayed my orgasm as long as possible, but when Phil stopped to take his shirt off, I had no chance. His chest and ab muscles were better than I could have ever imagined. He had well defined abs, and his pecs bulged off his chest, especially as he continued to skim. Within minutes I felt my muscles begin to spasm and pleasure started shooting up my spine and through every part of my body. I used my free hand to brace myself as I shook, otherwise I would have fallen to the floor.
***
Every time Phil finished with a chore, he would come back to find me to get another. I loved watching as he furtively glanced to my breasts then back to my eyes. I relaxed back on the couch, opening myself as wide as possible to encourage him to continue. Neither one of us was very subtle.
I felt like Cleopatra the way I got to tell him what to do. It was like my house was my empire, and whatever I said went. I did my best to work when he was busy, but my mind continually drifted to his amazing body.
Thoughts ran through my head all day, the kind that everyone has but few ever admit to. I imagined him tripping and falling on top of me, grabbing my breasts in the process. I imagined falling into him, then having him pick me up in his strong arms. I also imagined many, far less innocent scenarios.
I wanted to run my hands all over his body. Hell, I wanted to run my tongue all over his body. I also really wanted to see the last part left hidden from me. I pictured an average sized dick when I thought about him naked, but was worried the working out may be a way to compensate for something.
The more I thought about him, the more I got worked up. The day was getting late now, moving well into the afternoon. I knew he wouldn’t be around much longer, but dreaded the thought of letting him go. He returned from finishing the last thing I had for him that day, slightly sweaty and looking as hot as ever.
“Alright Lois, I think I’m done. Anything else I can do before I leave?” He hadn’t said my name since I told him to use it, and finally hearing it come out of his mouth had me dripping. My brain scrambled for something to have him do. I wanted him in my bed. I wanted to show him what a real woman was like.
“You know, there is one thing you could do. Can you help me flip my mattress?” I hadn’t planned to say this, the words just flowed from my mouth. All of a sudden any sense of decency left me, and I began calculating how to make him mine.
“No problem.”
I got up off the couch and headed to the bedroom. As I walked past him, I reached out and gave his arm a little squeeze. His skin was soft, but his muscles were rock hard. “You should have no problem with those arms of yours, but mattresses can be awkward so I’ll help.”
He followed me into the bedroom. He made some generic comments about the room as we entered, but I like to think he was watching my ass the whole time. I began stripping the bed of the sheets, blankets, and pillows, making a show of myself as I did. I crawled around the bed, making sure to bounce my tits around, throwing off the pillows one by one. He just stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed watching me. I could tell he had an erection, but he must have thought he had hidden it by tucking it into his waistband. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, however.
I thought about reaching out and grabbing it, but there was still a part of me that was afraid to commit to trying to make something happen. There were so many risks, and I was hoping to try to entice him into action. Deep down I knew he was too timid to initiate anything, but a woman can dream.
We flipped the mattress, and got it lined back up on its base. My brain struggled to find a way to keep him there. “Check that side for any lumps.” I plopped myself on my side and wiggled my body around, acting like I was making sure things felt good.
He seemed confused, hesitated for a moment and then gingerly sat himself on the bed. He did exactly as I did, if for no other reason than the fact that he had no idea what I was asking of him. Neither did I.
I felt the warmth of his body beside mine, and could no longer wait. I rolled to my side, hoisting myself on top of him in the process. He moved to get out of the way, but I threw my legs around him before he could. I was now sitting over him, looking right in his now frightened eyes.
I wanted to make it clear what was happening, while making it as sexy as possible for him. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me today Phil. Is there anything I can do for you?” I started moving my hips back and forth, rubbing his cock ever so slightly.
He stared, completely dumbstruck. I have no idea what he thought may happen, but it was clear he didn’t expect to end the day with a topless woman sitting in his lap. I was hoping he would throw me to the bed and have his way with me, but it was apparent I would need to be the aggressor.
As he struggled to find any words, I grabbed his hands with my own, and then guided them up my side and onto my breasts. He was very willing to let me lead him. As I did, I whispered in the most seductive voice I could, “Anything at all?”
***
Phil continued to remain silent, but displayed his interest when he began massaging my breasts with his strong hands. This was all I needed to soothe the worries that this would be too much for him, that he may just get up and leave.
I leaned over him, running my hands under his shirt and over his chest as I did. My lips reached his, and I grabbed his lower lip with my mouth and gave it a slight pull backwards before making out with him. He was loosening up now, eager to see where this would go.
There was a small thought in the back of my head that what I was doing was wrong, but that only served to make it more exciting. We made out for longer than I had planned, as he seemed content to let me lead and I was busy letting my hands explore his muscles. They felt even better than I thought they would with prolonged contact. I took in every curve, running my hands up and down his biceps then down over his abs.
After I had explored his abs to my satisfaction, I let my right hand run back and forth over the top of the waistband of his pants. Every time I made another pass, I let my fingers slip slightly farther underneath. I eventually felt them reach his pubic hair, knowing I was getting very close to the prize. I wanted to tease him a bit, so let my hand go a bit further before pulling it out again. I felt his body tense as I got close than let loose in disappointment as I pulled out.
I sat up, pulling him with me so I could remove his shirt and really have access to his upper body. I kissed up and down his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples as I did. When I finished, I raised my breasts to his mouth so he could do the same. I was finally getting some action out of him, and he wrapped his arms around me and began sucking pretty hard on my nipples.
I felt like a puddle of goo when his arms wrapped around me. He was so strong, and he could have broken me in half if he wanted to. His facial hair scratched the sides of my breasts a bit, but I enjoyed the stimulation from his tongue too much to care.
The more he sucked, the more I needed his cock. I couldn’t wait much longer.
***
I pulled away from him, pushed him flat on the bed, and began kissing from his neck down his body. I started by nibbling his right ear, then swirling my tongue inside once. I pulled myself down, sucking on his neck until I reached his chest. I couldn’t help myself after all the fantasizing, so gave in and let myself lick both sides of his chest.
When I had my fill, I continued my descent. I was getting excited now, so passed over his abs quickly, until I found myself over the waistband of his pants. I placed my hands on either side of his hips, and began pulling his shorts down slowly, kissing his newly exposed skin with each inch that was uncovered.
His erection was now very apparent. It was angling to his left, which is why I hadn’t come in contact with it earlier. The waistband of the shorts were now clearly running along its length, and with the next pull he would be freed, fully exposed to me.
I milked the situation for all the anticipation I could, lingering in that position as long as I could physically wait. As I finally pulled the pants lower, his coc
k sprung free. To my surprise, and relief, his muscles were not just a compensation mechanism. I was now as excited as ever.
I got his pants the whole way off his legs, then returned to his penis. My right hand gently rubbed his balls, while my left gripped his shaft to hold it skyward. I could feel it pulsating a bit just from my touch. I looked at it a moment, then looked up into Phil’s eyes. I held the eye contact as I lowered myself towards his tip.
At that moment, Phil said the first word he had since before we had started.
“Wait.”
***
Suddenly I was nervous. I was almost positive he had been enjoying everything up until this point, and hadn’t stopped to consider that maybe he was uncomfortable. I crawled up beside him, waiting for him to say something more. I looked right at him, letting him know he could say whatever he needed with my eyes.
“I’ve never done this before.” Relief washed over me. He was just a little nervous, but we could get past this.
I smiled, giggled, and then asked, “You mean with an older woman, a married woman, or with your boss? There’s a lot of potential firsts here.”
He smiled, then made a face that indicated none of those were quite right.
“What is it? Don’t make a girl think there's something wrong with her,” I joked.
“Lois,” there was my name again. It came out smooth like honey, I wished he would say it 100 times more. “I’m a virgin.” My heart rate jumped, and my eyes opened wide in surprise.
Now I was the one left stammering, not sure what to say. We both sat in silence for a few moments. I had never been anyone’s first before. Every man I had been with had already been with another woman. The thought of getting to take someone’s virginity, especially someone so hot, had me getting very worked up again. A tingling was noticeable in my vagina, and I rubbed my legs back and forth a bit to give myself stimulation.
I finally answered, “And? I’ll be gentle, I swear.” I giggled again, trying to take his edge off.
He nodded a little, indicating that if I didn’t care, neither did he.
I returned to his dick, and got back into position. I thought about what my approach would be, wanting to make sure the blowjob I gave him was unbelievable. I could make his first time be something he would never forget.
I rubbed his cock with my hands, lowering my mouth to start on his balls. I very gently sucked one into my mouth, making sure not to put too much pressure on it. I heard him gasp as I did this, already arching his back off the bed.
I swirled my tongue around a few times before switching sides to do the same on the other. Based on his reactions, I probably could have gotten him to cum from that alone if I continued, but I wanted to rock his world.
I flicked my tongue around the middle of his balls a bit, before licking upward very slowly. I looked up as I did, making eye contact as I slid my tongue up the entire length of his dick. His eyes were wide as I did this, seemingly unable to believe what they were watching.
As I reached his tip, I slowly lowered my mouth around him. I made sure to get as much saliva filling my mouth as possible, and slowly started bobbing my head up and down. My left hand wrapped around his shaft, following my mouth the whole way, while my right massaged his balls.
I began rotating my left hand with each movement, and it was obvious he wasn’t going to last long. I angled his dick so I could make eye contact again, and picked up the pace. He started gesturing towards his dick to let me know he was about to cum so I could pull off.
I got a mischievous look on my face, staring right into his eyes, and just continued. I had no problem swallowing, and I wanted him to know that in advance. He was now breathing very hard, and a few moments later his head tilted back and his hands found their way to the back of my head. He began pumping my mouth full of his cum, squirting down the back of my throat with surprising force.
I continued, not breaking my rhythm at all, as his whole body began to spasm and contort in weird positions. He was now grunting with each movement I made. By the end, he was practically screaming and begging me to stop because he couldn’t take the pleasure any more. I slowed, then gave him one last suck for fun, causing his body to twist once again.
I crawled up beside him, looking at the beaming grin on his face as I did. “So you really have never done this?”
“No, I really haven’t. That was incredible.”
“Oh, honey, you don’t even know. I can’t believe someone so sexy doesn’t have women throwing themselves at you.”
“I didn’t look this good back in high school. I didn’t start lifting untill college, and there aren’t any girls there, so it just never happened.”
“Stop me anytime, but I’m not done with you yet.”
***
I let him recover a bit, then he asked what he should do next. I really wanted to feel his tongue inside me, so told him to go down on me. I was back to feeling like Cleopatra, in complete control of this younger man.
He got between my legs, and started licking me from bottom to top with his tongue wide. He had no idea what he was doing, and it was not great to start. I weirdly liked this, and enjoyed the fact that I had to teach him exactly what to do. He was an eager and willing learner.
“Start slow, and don’t worry too much about the bottom part for now.” I reached down and found my clit. “See this here, that's your holy grail. Your job is to pleasure that area. It can be very sensitive at times, so you need to start slow and experiment with pressures, speeds, and movements, trying to find what I enjoy. You’ll always know if a woman is enjoying what you are doing if you pay attention.”
He listened, and surprisingly was pretty good. I’ve certainly had better, but after about ten minutes of experimenting he had me on the edge of orgasm. His tongue brushed over my clit, shooting a jolt through my body. I gasped, and right then he stopped to ask if I was okay.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I moaned. He quickly dove back down and resumed his licking and sucking. A few moments later he had me back to the brink, this time pushing me through and into a wonderful orgasm. I wrapped my legs around his head to make sure he didn’t pull away too early, squeezing his face into my vagina and riding him through the waves of pleasure washing over me.
As I finished, I let the grip I had of him go and he looked up at me. “Good?”
“Very. Now fuck me.”
He hesitated. I didn't want him to lose momentum or have to teach him anymore. I just wanted to feel his dick inside me. Most of all, I wanted him to really fuck me hard, but knew I’d have to give him some encouragement to do so.
He looked at my vagina. I raised my legs in the air and wiggled my ass around.
“Phil.” He looked at me. “Fuck me.”
I didn’t have to tell him a third time. He moved close to me, then awkwardly tried to guide himself in, not sure exactly where to push. I reached down and grabbed him with my right hand, pulling him towards the right spot, then let him push the rest of the way.
I was so wet and warmed up that he slid in easily. He moaned loudly as he pushed his way in, “Fucccckkkkk.” That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Thinking about how good that must have felt for him, the first time sliding into a vagina, had me eager for more.
He started extremely slow. He was breathing hard and taking long pauses when he reached the deepest point to my vagina. I started gyrating my hips to generate some more action between us, and just then I felt his dick swell inside me.
“Uh,” was all that came out of his mouth. He was bright red and clearly straining very hard.
I realized he was trying to hold cum inside him. I wasn’t planning on having him cum in me, but couldn’t help myself. I started rocking against him hard, and the noise that came out of him reminded me of a deflating balloon. One long noise that started loud and deep and faded with time escaped him. The whole time his dick spasmed inside me, shooting rope after rope of cum deep in my vagina. He didn’t even move a muscle, other than squeezing his a
ss and core area with each pump of cum.
As he finished, he pulled out and then began apologizing profusely. “I'm so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry, we’re not done, you still have a chance to get me off too,” I joked.
He looked confused.
I continued, “Phil, don’t worry about it. I let that happen on purpose. I’m on the pill and clean, and obviously you are too, you’re fine! Just get ready for round two.”
I excused myself to get him some water, knowing that if I wanted him to last long enough to get me off I’d have to keep him hydrated.