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By *orkfishy OP Man
over a year ago
Kerry, Cork, Waterford, Limerick , Tipperary |
Taking control
The anticipation and trepidation of our first real meet was over whelming. A frenzy of initially polite and later, suggestive communications and full of double entendar's through various means, such as email, text, snapchat of body parts & private messages was intensifying at a steady pace for some time. Each one in their own right, getting more provocative, explicit and strangely sometimes more honest in their own right, was almost too much to bear at times.
What really lies beneath the physique of the person writing such words and the way they will be interpreted when read, is a mystery that will never be solved. He said...."something" meaning one thing, Only to be construed as something completely different. The attempt to be clever and suggestive, all the while remaining
in control can sometimes be completely misconstrued as something else entirely. It's almost like, "if I say this, will the receiver read it the same way as I'm suggesting it"..... will they "get it". Who knows. But without doubt It can be immense fun.
The first intimate encounter arranged, unlike playground antics where both parties are they there for only one reason. To explore each other in mutual stimulation and admiration, if only for a brief moment in time. Consenting adult stuff, if you will.
The build up and butterflies is overwhelming. The anticipation is like an aphrodisiac in itself. To say that each party is cool, calm and collected is an abhorrent lie, and if either party confessed to being so, is beyond human emotion.
She greets him at the door where he is already waiting, at a mutually agreed time & venue. A soft kiss on the cheek to break the ice, is sufficient to get past the entrance to the door, but not half nearly enough to start any intimate encounter.
The distinct but familiar sound of background music playing. Enigma, "sadness" is humming away with erotic bass beats and the low hum of Gregorian chant from, what seems like a choir of monks. Outstanding comes to mind, when the low lights are a perfect match to set the scene.
Something, he, has put a lot thought, into what should be a perfect setting for an adult encounter.
She dawns her coat on the nearest chair, and reaches for the glass of wine, already poured in her honour, ten or so minutes before she arrived. Although he has tried to make everything perfect, in reality, it is she who is really in control. And knows it too....
A sip or two and small chat to match the mood and then from nowhere she lands a kiss that would knock a sailor. Both of her hands on his checks, and her tongue exploring his, in soft swirling delicate motion, in a way that he never expected. OMG... Where did that come from, as he is now quivering in her superior aura and dominant lead. No longer the "alpha male" he is used to being, but subservient to her every touch and desire. His heart is now beating so fast with excitement, feels like it will explode.
Having being told to sit, and pushed gently into the nearest armchair, only a couple of feet from the bed, he complies with her every unspoken, instruction. Just go with the flow.....She removes her top to reveal her insatiable breasts, tucked away in a black sheer bra and the dark tones of her areola shimmering through. His hands reach out to reveal and remove her mini skirt via a side zip. A matching black sheer thong and black holdup stockings is awaiting before him. The fleshy lips of inner labia, peeking out from the outer labia could be seen through what are almost transparent material. Simple, elegant and understated. No trash, but just pure class. One step followed by another, out of the garment, stands before him, a vision of elegance, immense charm and raw sex appeal. How could anyone ever, erase the vision of what stands before him.
Now standing, she leans over, to kiss ever so softly, his lips. The red lipstick and amazing aroma of her perfume is starting to give him an erection. But in reality, it is her dominant presence, that is the real cause for his arousal.
Finished with kissing and exchanging passionate liquid kisses full of tongues and touches, she unbuttons his shirt to reveal his bare chest and stomach. Pulling in tightly as she slivers her way around both nipples and onto his stomach. The anticipated erection, now growing at a steady pace, with penile muscles being filled by the distinctly obvious main vein that runs the length of his member. She unzips him and removes both jeans and boxers.
Why not just remove his cock and get to it you may ask ? ......No, she had other premeditated ideas.
Naked from the waist down, she squated in front of him, took all of the tip, of his massive erection, in one big mouthful. She had to taste him immediately. All this followed by long slow sensual strokes of his shaft while the other hand cupped his testicles comfortably.
This continued with sighs of delight from himself, watching, every stroke but not allowed, to so much as touch her hair. His hands were planted firmly on the arms of the chair and he would be scorned for removing even a finger.
She moved her left hand and fingers directly underneath him, and in the process, gently breezed pass his bud. This was no accident. The look of both surprise and pleasure on his face said it all.
Stay still she commanded, as she fumbled in her bag for a brief moment. Mouth back on cock, he suddenly felt a "cold sensation" followed by a completely unique one also. The long squirt onto her fingers followed by the application and insertion of mounds of lube to his anal bud was sensational. She had control of his cock in her mouth, long slow tongue swirling strokes that lasted forever, and one of her digits firmly finger fucking him at the same time. His sphincter muscles grasping tightly at first, before calming on her finger. "Am I homosexual" he confessed to himself, as he questioned his own sexuality by enjoying this anal intrusion so much. But the sight of her mouth on his erection and glimpses of her fingers working their magic was immensely pleasurable to what was an alien and virgin sensation.
Not to be accused of being homophobic, he was certain of his own being. Mentally he wanted to have his own way with her ass but was too embarrassed to mention it before. She would run a mile he thought to himself.
Things were almost at boiling point, when she could no longer ignore her own river of juices starting to flow from her pubic mound. She had done this before. As she continued to squat, her own forces couldn't be contained anymore. It was too much to bare. Each pulse of her heart just exacerbated the feeling in her groin, so much so, her nipples stood erect, her now swollen cunt lips peeled open like the flesh from a juicy piece of fruit oozing sweet nectar liquids, could not be held back by the flimsiness of the thong anymore. Her crevasse now dripping wet from her own sex, she furiously attended to her clit. Balancing his shaft in her mouth, Still sucking and finger fucking both herself and him, something had to give. He pulled tightly at her hair and moaned to indicate what was imminent. She pulled out and like the macro lens view from a camera, rivers of translucent and white spunk, shot gloriously from his cock, straight at first before landing on his pubes and some accidentally on her hair. This was not to be wasted and moped up by her tongue, as a dehydrated traveler in a desert wouldn't waste a single drop of precious water.
This sight was enough for her own climax to finally reach its destination. It did, and no longer could her own wetness be contained. She removed her lubed finger and fell onto his lap......"wow, did that just really happen" he murmured in an exhausted tone. ????
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