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By *hadesofm OP Woman
over a year ago
canterbury |
He holds open the door for me like he has many times before, But I know this one is different. I briefly make eye contact as I walk past him, and into the room.
“Can I get you a drink?” He asks as he enters the living room behind me.
I’m tempted to try and think of something funny but I simply wave the bottle of wine at him, he nods and leaves the room. Coming back with two wine glasses. He places them on the table while motioning to the wine, as I hand it across our hands touch, briefly.
I can’t help but wonder how he feels about that. He’s difficult to read, so I sit back and watch him open the bottle and pour the wine while studying him. He’s wearing jeans and a v neck t shirt, casual. A contrast to the short skirt that I am wearing, with killer heels. He handles the wine with ease and hands me a glass.
I make small talk, ask him about his day, and encourage him to sit next to me on the sofa while we chat. He soon starts to ease and conversation flows freely. I find myself questioning not for the first time what I am doing here with this young man. I am drawn to him in a way I can’t explain. I realise I’m no longer focusing on what he’s saying and I’m allowing myself to drift into a world which is usually reserved for me alone. I am staring at his lips as he moves, and my eyes float over him as he talks. At work he wears a jacket, so it’s rare to see his arms, or his chest as exposed as this, and I take a moment just to absorb this while I finish my glass of wine.
His speech becomes so animated when he talks, and it seems a shame to interrupt him. Yet I long to touch him. I haven’t been with a man his age, since I was his age.
I turn his attention to my shoes and ask him whether he likes them, it’s a nonsense question as I’m sure not many men have an opinion on 6 inch heels. He says he noticed them when I came in because I was so much taller than usual.
“Still short comparatively to you though” I offer, and he says “stand up a minute” so I place my glass down and stand, he does the same. The height difference between us is considerably less, him at approximately 6,2, myself in heels at approximately 5,10. He asks me to take one off and see how short I am without, it’s kind of amusing. I stand next to the wall where there is a picture hanging on the wall and standing on one foot without shoe and with one foot with, to gauge the difference in comparison to something. It’s quite amusing. He walks over to be in a calm and confident way and He teases me and says he never realised quite how short I was before and tells me to stop being lazy and start growing, We both laugh as it’s a silly joke he uses at work. He asks how I walk in them, and I joke and say “give me another glass of wine and I won’t be able too”, laughing he says “I can’t imagine you d*unk” he’s about to start another conversation when I stop him in his tracks.
“What do you imagine when you think of me?” I’m playing with him to gauge his reaction. He knows it too. He stalls and blushes slightly. He looks away as he tries to formulate an answer. Our bodies close, closer than they have ever been. Perhaps only a few inches between us. The tension between us almost electric.
“Ryan...”
He looks at me and utters my name back, Something we do at work as some kind of weird banter, he keeps his head low. I place my finger on his lips and brush it gently across them. “What about this?”
I lean in to kiss him gently placing my lips upon his own very kissable lips. He kisses me back with a desire I wasn’t expecting, Slow, but firm, as his hand cups my face and pulls me into him, his fingers nesting in my long loose hair. His tongue flicks over mine as they dance. I am surprised by his confidence but not disappointed.
I take a step back briefly breaking our connection and lean myself against the wall. My hand rests on his chest Feeling his lean physique beneath my fingertips and maintains the connection between us. His eyes fixed on mine as he says “yes” breathlessly.
I pull him into me again, my hand directing his face towards me, resting upon his stubble and enjoying the tactile experience. I play with his tongue in my mouth and break away just long enough to suck on his bottom lip, there’s a low groan that comes from him. My hand snakes round the back of his neck my nails dancing gently across his skin. He has one hand on the wall behind me and one nestled in my hair. I pull his body into mine, and explore him with my free hand, my hand gliding over his torso, firm and lean, down to his hips and I grind myself against him. He returns the gesture and I can feel his manhood pressing against me. He takes his hand off the wall and grabs my hips. His hand reaches round and grabs my bum pulling me into him and I hook one leg around him, thrusting myself into him.
I whisper “show me what you think about...”
He stands to right himself a little and says “I need you on the floor” so I walk over into the space in the middle of the room and motion to the floor he blushes and says “I need you topless”. I remove my top slowly and throw it on the sofa and then my bra. Before I can position myself on the floor he steps towards me and takes my breasts in his hands, His mouth clamps down on one nipple while he flicks his thumb gently across the other. He works his way gently down my body, and we find ourselves tangled in each other, hand and tongues roaming freely. I pull off his top and motion for him to remove his jeans. He frees himself from his clothing and his manhood jumps out making a tent in his boxers. He lays me down gently on my back and lays above me. Kissing down the length of my body. Removing my skirt along the way. He pauses as he glides my skirt off of my feet And untangles it from my heels and says “the shoes can stay” A small smile on his lips, he kisses my neck and presses himself against me, albeit gently. He caressing my breasts and continues to explore them with his mouth . I melt into him and allow him to explore. He is kneeling between my legs as he glides down my body and stops at my underwear. A red and black satin thong awaits him and he makes eye contact and says “can I take this off?” His fingers gently caressing just the top edge. I yearn for him to touch me. My sex wet and aching with desire. I nodd and remove my thong for him. My legs spread before him, heels firmly on the floor.
His tongue finds my clit almost instantly and begins a vigorous assault, I throw my head back, as I gasp. His tongue flicking back and forth over my clit has me crazy, I thrusting up to meet him. When his fingers slide gently between my lips, first, one enters me slowly, and then another. As his long nimble fingers penetrate me, his tongue is pressed against my clit in one long slow motion, and I’m fighting all of my urges. I ache Inside and need a release, my sex is constricting around his fingers.
I need him, I need him inside me.
“Ryan...” breathless and panting
He pauses and locks eyes with me for a second. Sitting up, I kiss him urgently, tasting my own juices upon his mouth, and between heated kissing I reach down his body and caress his rock hard man hood through his boxers. It bobs gently as I caress him.
I free him from his restraints of his underwear and hear a sign of relief leave him, I plunge his long hard cock into my mouth and suck him hard. My tongue flicks over his bell end as I glide him in and out, he has a nice cock, firm and drenched in pre cum. He tastes so good and my body aches as I fill my mouth with him. Taking inch by inch inside my mouth until I gag. A low groan leaves him and I know tension is building.
My sex has an uncontrollable ache as I play with him. “I need you to fuck me” I whisper, gently, as I continue to pump his manhood.
He lays me back onto the floor and positions himself above me, reaching out to get a condom from his jeans he slides it on effortlessly. And then he enters me, in one long slow motion and I moan out, it feels so good, I pull him into me, grabbing at his bum as his thrusts meet mine. “Oh fuck” it feels so good having him inside me even though I know he’s only teasing me with these long slow thrusts. He pulls back again to tease me and I whisper “wait” and roll myself over into all fours, exposing myself to him. He takes a nano second to thrust himself into me again, his hands gripping my hips, he plunges deep and hard into my pussy. I balance on my forearm as my right hand slides down to my clit, rubbing myself furiously, as he thrusts into me again and again. I know I won’t last long. My pussy contracting against his long hard cock. Pressure building inside me, harder and faster, I am moaning like a wild animal and desperate for release. He’s gasping and I know he’s close. His hands grip tighter around my hips and I scream out “Oh fuck”, squirting my juices everywhere as I climax hard and violently, my orgasm radiating through my body. He continues to thrust through my orgasm and loses control with a throaty groan and some final thrusts, I feel him cum hard with me.
We lay on the floor breathless and sated for a few minutes. No one speaking, just regaining composure.
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