“I’m sure it was.”
She held out her hand and Matthew instinctively reached for it before stopping himself. If he stood up now he’d be busted for sure. His excitement hadn’t abated one bit and it was showing in his pants. There was absolutely no way to hide it, not with the thin, flexible material of the running shorts he was wearing.
“Thanks, but I’m good,” he said. “I think I’ll just sit down here for a minute of two. Catch my breath.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, reaching down and grabbing ahold of his hand before he could react. Her grip was powerful, far stronger than he would have figured. She was strong too, pulling him to his feet with ease.
They stood there for a moment, facing each other, their faces less than a foot apart, their eyes locked on each other. Matthew was about to thank her for her help when she glanced down towards the massive bulge in his pants. Matthew could feel the blood immediately rush to his face and he looked off into the distance, unsure of what to do.
“Ahhh, now I understand why you didn’t want to stand up,” she said, stifling a smile. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem upset. In fact, if anything, she sounded intrigued. But he figured that was nothing more than wishful thinking on his part.
Matthew shrugged, embarrassed beyond all belief but knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do about it except play it out like it didn’t bother him.
Looking directly at him, not shying away at all, she said, “I don’t know why you’re so worried. From the looks of things you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” Her eyes flicked down towards his groin for a moment and she laughed under her breath. “Not at all.”
Matthew cleared his throat, unsure of what to say or how to react. He was completely frozen by her comment. It was so far from what he was expecting to hear from her that he had no clue how to respond.
Before he could come up with anything she took matters into her own hands. Literally. Reaching down, she grabbed ahold of his cock and gave it a squeeze.
“Wow,” she said. “Very impressive.”
Matthew swallowed hard, managed to squeak a meager “thanks” out of his mouth.
She flashed an amused grin in his direction. “A little shy, are we?”
“Not normally,” he said. “But right now? A little, yeah.”
“That’s too bad,” she said as she started walking backwards away from him.
“Why’s that?” Matthew said.
“Because I’ve been pretty lonely lately,” she said, her smile growing wider as she moved further away from him. “And I could use a little company. Unless, of course, you’re too shy to hang out with me.”
“Oh, I think I can get over it.”
She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
“Positive” he said, displaying a boldness that he didn’t normally portray.
“Then follow me,” she said. She turned and jogged away.
Staring at her ass as she grew further away, Matthew thought for a moment that he was dreaming. He was afraid to pinch himself in case he might wake up but figured it was better to find out now than later on, once things got closer to fruition. So he grabbed some skin above his arm and gave it a good squeeze and then a twist. There was a little pain but nothing else. He was definitely awake. He wondered what he’d done to deserve such good luck and decided not to think about it too much and just go with the flow. Laughing under his breath, he started after her.
It was difficult for Matthew to run with his cock sticking straight out, so he tucked it up underneath his waistband. It didn’t help much, but it was enough for him to maintain a decent pace a good 30 yards behind the mystery woman.
And she was all woman, that was for sure. Her long, tan legs were so firm that they barely jiggled as her feet hit the pavement and her tight ass worked feverishly beneath her shorts. Matthew was transfixed, his eyes locked onto her backside, unable to look at anything else.
He followed her halfway around the lake, his cock still hard from excitement, his heart beating from more than just physical exertion. She hadn’t looked back but once, early on, to make sure he was still following. Now, a good five minutes later, she suddenly sped up and took a quick right turn onto a side street.
Matthew wasn’t sure if she was playing hard-to-get or testing his desire for her or just messing with him a little but he too sped up, not wanting to take any chances. He got around the house on the corner just as she took another quick right turn, cutting through an alleyway.
He kicked it into full speed, his feet pounding on the pavement as he flashed around the corner, only to find that she’d disappeared. He slammed to a stop, knowing that she hadn’t made it all the way to the end of the alley; there simply hadn’t been enough time.
He looked left, then right, then left again. There was no sign of her. But there were plenty of little nooks and crannies she could have been hiding in, so he started slowly down the alley, a big, goofy smile plastered on his face, a hunter seeking his prey.
Little did he know that he was the hunted.
Matthew was three-quarters of the way to the end of the alley and hadn’t seen any sign of her. He was starting to wonder if something very different was going on here than he thought. Was it all just some kind of a game? Had she been leading him along for kicks? Or was this just her idea of foreplay?
He was right on the verge of letting his frustration get the best of him when he heard her voice coming from behind him.
“You’re not real good at hide and seek, are you?” she said in a playful voice.
Matthew spun to find her standing right behind him, less than two feet away. “How did I miss you?”
She winked and flashed him a teasing smile. “I am a woman of many talents,” she said.
“I’m sure you are,” he replied, returning her grin.
“Care to experience a couple more of them?”
“I can’t wait.”
“Then come on,” she said, taking his hand in hers and leading him towards the garage to their right.
She went through the side door of the garage, his hand still in hers. The garage was pretty dark but he could see that it was a sea of open boxes. They were piled up on the floor, lining every wall. A few of the boxes were open at the top overflowing with various items, most of which looked to be of a sexual nature. Toys, dildos, vibrators, tubes, that sort of thing. A couple of strange-looking swing-like things hung limply from hooks on the walls. Wavy couches and lounge chairs designed for specific purposes sat idly in one corner. It was like a mini warehouse for an adults-only store.
Matthew only had a moment to wonder what the hell he was getting himself into and then they were through the door connecting the garage with the house and into the kitchen.
“Do you want some water?” she asked, going into the fridge.
“That would be great,” he said, defaulting to courtesy to mask his sudden apprehension.
But it didn’t fool her.
“Is everything okay?” she asked as she brought him a bottle of water.
“Everything’s fine,” he said. “Great actually.”
“Are you sure? You seem a little . . . I don’t know, scared.”
“Not scared,” Matthew said. “But I’m not going to lie. I’m a little uncomfortable.”
She took a long drink of her water, tilting her chin towards the ceiling and showing of her slender neck. “And why is that?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, really. I guess it’s just that it’s one thing to talk about something . . .”
“But another thing to actually do it?” she finished.
“Something like that.”
“So you’re having second thoughts?”
“Not necessarily,” Matthew said. “But . . . hell, I don’t know. It’s just weird, that’s all. I mean, this is the last position I thought I’d be in when I left the house today.”
“Is that a bad thing?” she asked, the little smile on her face b
etraying her amusement. She was clearing enjoying this.
“Of course not,” he said, laughing under his breath. “It’s a very good thing. But that doesn’t make it any less weird for me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. And it’s not something that I ever expected to happen.”
“Do you think this is what I had in mind for the morning?” she asked as she hopped up onto the counter. “To go find some young stud to bring back to my house and ravage?”
He stared at her legs, unable to take his eyes off them. “I don’t know. Was it?”
“Nope. It hadn’t even entered my mind. But then we had that little incident out there by the lake, and it all became clear. It’s like it was meant to be.”
“Meant to be, huh?”
“That’s right.”
“I don’t know about any of that.”
“What?” she said. “You don’t believe in fate? Providence? Anything like that?”
“Not really.”
She hopped down from the counter and started towards him. “Well, what about good luck? Do you believe in that?”
“In theory,” Matthew said as she stopped directly in front of him, less than six inches away. “But I’m usually on the other end of the spectrum when it comes to luck.”
“Well not anymore,” she said, tracing her finger down his chest. “From where I’m standing, it looks like your luck has changed.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded and dropped down to her knees. Looking up at him, she said, “Unless, of course, you want me to leave your beautiful cock alone. Is that what you want?”
Matthew gulped and shook his head.
“I didn’t think so,” she said as she pulled his pants and underwear down, exposing his still rock-hard cock. “Nope, I didn’t think so at all.”
“But I don’t even know your name,” Matthew said softly, barely able to get the words out.
“What difference does that make?” she said, taking his cock in her hand.
Matthew’s legs nearly buckled as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She bobbed on it a few times then pulled it from her mouth. Looking up at him she jerked him off, her little smile still present.
“So what do you think?” she asked. “Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head quickly from side to side.
Laughing softly, she went back to work.
“Holy shit,” Matthew said beneath his breath as she blew him, working his cock in a variety of ways, sucking on the tip for a bit, then taking it further into her mouth, then pulling it from her mouth and licking the shaft before sliding it back into her mouth again.
She was very skilled, constantly varying the pressure and the speed to keep his excitement up but not put him in danger of going over the edge. It was by far the best blowjob that he’d ever gotten; wet and sloppy, with constant eye contact and just enough variety to keep him constantly guessing. He could only imagine what other skills she had. He hoped he’d have the opportunity to find out first-hand.
One final furious flurry of activity and then she was climbing to her feet, her eyes full of excitement and her mouth still turned up in that little knowing smile she always seemed to be wearing. She leaned forward and stuck her tongue in his mouth and they explored each other’s tonsils for a few seconds before she broke it off.
“You like it when I suck your cock, don’t you?” she whispered in his ear while her hand ventured down his chest and grabbed ahold of his cock.
Matthew nodded, his breath harsh, and his mind spinning.
“Do you want to see what else I can do?” she asked, still whispering. Her body was in tight with his, her breasts pressing on his chest.
He nodded again, unable to speak.
“Yeah, I bet you do,” she said as she started to play with his cock, slowly jerking it back and forth while she pulled her mouth back out of his ear and again locked her lips with his.
They made out for a short time, Matthew trying to make sure his legs didn’t buckle and spill him to the ground. She was jerking him off while they made out, and for some reason this excited him even more than when she was sucking his cock.
She broke off their kiss and grabbed a tighter hold of his cock and used it as a leash, pulling him out of the kitchen and towards the living room. He kicked off his shorts, which were clinging to one of his ankles, and went willingly with her.
He took in her body in its entirety as she led him forward, his earlier doubts completely erased by the thrill of the situation and his wildly-raging hormones. Here he was, being used as a fuck-toy by a random, incredibly gorgeous woman he’d seen for the first time only ten minutes ago! It was quite literally the stuff (wet) dreams were made of. There was no past, there was no future, no issues to be worked out, no reason to worry about what had come before or what might come after as a result of this. There was only the now. And it was thrilling beyond belief.
She led him to the couch, turned him around, and pushed him down onto the cushions. Then she took a step back and reached under t-shirt to undo her bra. It only took a second and then she was slipping out of it. She let it fall to the ground, leaving nothing in between the thin material of her t-shirt and her nipples, which were already poking out from behind the shirt.
Matthew wanted desperately to see her breasts in all their glory, but she was too experienced to let the cat out of the bag right away. She obviously knew the tease was at least as important as the reveal, so she kept the shirt on. For now.
She blew him a kiss then turned around, showing off her long, luscious legs. Leaning over at the waist, her legs still taut, she slipped her shorts down her thighs, revealing black g-string panties framed by her rock-hard, impossibly perfect ass. She wiggled the shorts off and stepped out of them, then turned around to once again face Matthew.
“Do you like what you see?” she said, her ever-present smile firmly affixed to her face.
He nodded.
“What’s the matter?” she said. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I don’t think it’s a cat,” he said, finally finding his voice.
She laughed and took a step towards him. She glanced down at his groin area and her smile grew a little wider.
He looked down and realized that he’s unknowingly wrapped his hand around his cock while she’d put on her little show. Embarrassed, he let go, bringing his hands up by his side.
“Don’t stop,” she said. “I like watching you play with yourself.”
“Really?”
“Of course,” she said. “All women dream of seeing someone jerking off to them. I’m no different. By all means, please continue.”
Matthew bit down on his embarrassment and went back to work on his cock.
She returned the favor, rubbing her fingers over the top of her panties with one hand while working her breast under her shirt with the other.
Watching her play with herself turned him on even more, causing him to quicken his hand on his cock. She also increased her pace to match him, slipping her hand beneath her panties and going after her pussy with more vigor.
Matthew continued jerking himself off as she slid her fingers out from behind her panties and brought them up to her mouth. And when she stuck her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean, one by one, he nearly came right there.
He forced himself to let go of his cock before it was too late. He took a couple of deep breaths and held them for a moment, allowing his excitement to wane just a bit. He scolded himself for nearly finishing up right there in his hand just from watching her.
Matthew had never been so excited in his life. He wasn’t super experienced by any means, but he’d slept with other girls before. And not a single one had ever acted even remotely like this. The confidence and swagger and directness of the woman before him (and she was all woman, no doubt about that) was disarming. Matthew was lost at sea, under the influence of a force far greater than he, content to simply ride the waves of lust wherever they took him.
“I think we’ve had enough foreplay for today,” she said, walking forward until she was standing over him. Staring up the length of her body ramped up his excitement even further, just as it had earlier in the morning. “We don’t want you to be finished before we’ve even started, do we?”
He shook his head, his voice once again not working.
She wiggled out of her panties, revealing the lower half of her body in all its glory.
“You just sit back and relax,” she said. “I’ll do all the work.”
Matthew nodded and concentrated on slowing his breathing as she climbed atop him, one leg on either side of his body as she straddled him. With her eyes fixed firmly on his, she grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against her pussy a couple of times, then held it upright while she positioned herself over it. She rubbed the outside of her pussylips with the tip of his cock for a few moments then dropped down onto it, engulfing his cock in her pussy.
A low moan escaped from his throat as he slid into her, his cock pushing all the way inside her with ease, her pussy soaking wet and slippery as hell.
He closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip, trying like crazy not to cum right there. She felt so incredible—so moist and warm and tight—that it took all his effort to hold out for just another second.
Sensing how close he was to orgasm, she didn’t waste any time taking things slow, instead riding him like a cowgirl right from the get-go. She bounced atop him, impaling herself on his cock while pounding her body on top of his, taking his entire length inside her as she expertly rode his cock from tip to base in fast, rhythmic thrusts. Her tits bounced behind her shirt, transfixing him. Wet slapping sounds filled the room whenever their bodies came together.
Both of them were breathing hard now, with almost identical grunts of subdued pleasure coming from their mouths. Matthew had a look of near-despair on his face as he used every ounce of his energy to keep from cumming while she looked down on him with a hint of amusement, seemingly getting just as much enjoyment from his discomfort as his cock.
Suddenly she leaned back, lifted her shirt from the bottom and pulled it off over her head, dropping it onto the floor. With her hands now on his thighs just above the knees, she lifted her chin towards the ceiling and arched her back, exposing the hollow of her neck and pushing her glorious breasts out even further.
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