Some Hotguyname
This is my first shy attempt. Please be kind...
This is for Steve. Per his request. A very sexy man!
I got together with Jan and Ann for lunch. They are still working in the shitty environment I use to work in. Surprise, they like a liquid lunch to escape the crap that I had successfully escaped from.
Ann is divorced. Too busy, so she says, to be interested in men. But yet, she seems to vicariously live through me and my stories. Some made up, some real. But all really good in her imagination. And then there's Jan. She's got somebody. Sounds like a real asshole But she keeps coming back for more. Must be being "trussed up like a turkey" she alluded to one time. But she bitches, and I listen. I am unemployed, but living it up with a generous severance package. And I am single. And very happily so. I think they are secretly jealous of my independence and freedom. But they don't say. But both of them need to vent, and I listen. I love these women. They are my friends. There's really nothing I can do. But the fact that they are comfortable venting to me helps them. And Oh boy, can I relate.
But then along comes Steve. Some website I've never been to before. I just want to read stories. I have a healthy, unfed, sexual appetite. I only want to read other peoples fantasies and (hopefully) get off on what I read. I join only so I can make a comment. Some story I just really liked, and wanted to tell the author how much. I become a member. And then I meet Steve. Come on. This is just a sex fantasy web site People are just gonna tell you as much as they need/want to get off. But I got drawn in to Steve's chatting. Enough so that I fly out to meet him. Me. I am just sure. I still have flying privileges from the airline I use to work for. But I always make sure I have a way out. I have a picture. I know what he looks like. We'll meet for a drink in New York. Why not? We fly out there a lot . Have a drink in China Town, maybe, then I'll fly back home to my home in the Midwest. Steve has already talked me into taking my clothes off while chatting with him online. A "gift" I have, is to very easily picture things. So when he chatted about having his mouth on my cunt, I saw him there. I liked the way he "tongued" me, and brought me to orgasm. Boy, he talked a good talk. Got me off more than once. But now, I was gonna meet him. Wow.
So many guys at the gate. Which one is the skilled man who had brought me to orgasm sight unseen? He found me. Mary? This gorgeous guy said, approaching me. I knew, instantly, that it must be Steve. God. I couldn't believe it. I was actually getting damp with anticipation. We had a drink at one of the zillion bars at the airport. Thank god. My legs were not being very cooperative in the task of moving me forward. Steve and I got along instantly. As we had done online. I knew that he was married. But the subject never came up. That is not why I was there.
Hey, he says, with his hand on my leg, should we grab a cab and drive out to the shore where my boat is docked? There's a great little lobster place there. They are the best. Little did he know (or did he?) that his hand on my thigh was enough to make me want to follow him anywhere!
Sitting next to Steve in the taxi, I am so hot and bothered. I take my jacket off. Steve is instantly on my neck. I lean my head back as his lips explore my neck, and his hands explore my chest. My chest is enclosed under my low cut sleeveless shirt.. Steve is breathing heavy, and his breath on my neck is almost more than I can take. "I want to fuck your brains out" he whispers in my ear. His breathe in my ear makes me want to cum right there. I lean towards him, his hands groping my chest. I stretch a leg across his crotch, and reach a hand for his zipper. I want to feel his cock in my hand, and I want to grab it right now. Steve's hand is still fondling my breast, he has exposed them from my little shirt. His other hand is underneath my ass. He has managed to slip my skirt down, and his fingers are exploring my yearning pussy. One of his fingers even dances on my ass hole. I can't believe that this man whom I've never met but have wanted for oh so long, is actually touching me. Fondling me! He actually, now, has his finger inside of my pussy! Oh Steve, I breathlessly gasp into his ear. Oh Steve! As my clenching fingers reach for his hard cock. No, he whispers. Not now. Just take it. I want you, Mary. We will have plenty of time for us together. Let me, now. Then he pulls his fingers out of me, smells and licks them. He smiles. His breathe catches for a moment. My smell has made him lose his breath for a moment.
Suddenly, we are at the dock. His boat is moored not far away. But he has driven me crazy. I am quivering and twitching. My mouth thirsting for his cock. My pussy dying for his cock. His sensuous mouth. His powerful fingers...
Steve paid the fare. And then put his arm around my waist, leading me to his boat. But I am strong. And I can't take it anymore. I push him down onto the dock, unzipping his pants as we fall down to the dock's surface. I am on top of Steve, and tonguing his mouth like there is no tomorrow. I love frenching Steve. He has such a nice, sensuous mouth that doesn't expect my tongue. Be he's very receptive, and we are lost in the kiss for a long time. My hand reaches for his crotch, and I find his massive cock. It has already started to leak. While kissing him, (I am really enjoying this kiss) I rub the precum on the head of his tall, thick cock. He moans in that enticing way that makes me almost go over the edge immediately. Steve is laying on his back on the dock, and I am now furiously licking up an down his shaft, as I rub his precum all over the head of his cock. Up and down I lick his shaft. Up and down. Up and down. All the time, my hand on his balls, fondling, and rubbing that delicious spot between his balls and his ass hole. Steve, my dear, you are almost ready to come. But I am greedy. I want you to come inside of me. I inch my way up your fine body, and rub my wet pussy on your mouth. Your tongue, surprising thick, leaps out with a groan, and furiously attacks my erect clit. I am sorry, Steve. I think I might be dripping on your face. Sucking your cock got me so turned on! Your turned on movements, your hips, you voice, have just about put me over the edge.
He is laying on the dock. His thick, tall cock standng tall. I can't help myself. I mount him. Impale myself on his oh so ooooooooooo, asesome cock. I slide my wet, yearning pussy, and lean back with Steve inside of me. I feel him enlarge as hes pumps my G-spot. He is pumping me. I am humping him, matching his rhythm. Oh my gosh, the open air is echoing our orgasms. I feel Steve explode in me. I hear his guttural moans and animalistic growl. I scream. We fill the night with our mutual ecstasy. I collapse on Steve's sweaty chest. Satisfied and exhausted. Oblivious to anyone else making their way to their moorings. We are sated. We lay there until we both have the energy to get up and walk the short distance to Steve's boat. Where we fly out to the middle of the ocean, the wind and spray in our face. Energizing for our preplanned rendezvous on the ocean, on Steve's boat. I'm sorry, Steve. I couldn't wait til we got to your boat...
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