bent
over to pick up her bag.
The click of the door lock startled her as
she was sorting her sleepwear from tomorrow’s clothes, and she
jerked upright with both hands filled with clothing. Her blue
underwire bra dangled from her hand. She could feel the towel
loosen, and she squeaked, dropping the clothes in her grasp too
late. The towel dropped at her feet, leaving her stark naked with
her hands raised midway in the air. She saw John standing three
feet away and he was staring at her face, not the obvious places
she’d have thought he’d be staring. Once he caught her eye, his
gaze lowered and she crouched down quickly to gather the towel
around her again.
“I’m sorry, I left my bag out here, I forgot
to take it into the bathroom with me.” She tried to stuff her
clothing back into the bag, and felt him standing next to where she
was on her knees. She turned her head and found herself eye to
zipper, and her earlier recollection of his thick cock behind denim
was proving true to life. She tilted her head further back to see
his face, and licked her lips at the sight of pure male hunger on
his face.
This hadn’t been a scene she’d pictured of
the two of them before, but fuck it, she wanted to see this man raw
and feel him tremble under her lips. She wondered if his sperm
would taste salty or slightly sour. She slowly smiled and reached
for the buckle of his belt.
She felt like she was opening a present on
Valentine’s Day for some odd reason. He wore boxer briefs and even
the grey cotton showed his prick off as it stood tall, peeking over
the elastic waistband. She leaned in closer and licked the small
drop of pre-cum from the dark pink flesh, and heard him draw in his
breath. Oh yeah, this was going to excite them both.
She peeled back the material slowly, as inch
after inch was revealed, she placed kisses down his length until
she got to the spot where his shaft sprung from his furry wrinkled
ball sack. Working her way north, this time using her lips and
tongue in a sliding suction until she encountered the rough knot of
skin just under the flared head of his prick. She pulled that skin
into her mouth, sucking strongly and mashing it with her tongue to
the spot behind her front teeth and the roof of her mouth. Her
hands dug into his ass cheeks and she smiled, feeling the tremble
in his thighs. She wiggled her tongue on the skin, turned it loose
from captivity and slid her mouth over the head of his prick.
The feel of his hands fisting handfuls of her
hair made her moan and him push his cock deeper into her throat. He
was too big for her to try to deep throat him, so she brought her
hand up and circled the thickness in a tight hold. She used her
empty hand to fondle his sac. Long ago she’d learned that pinching
the wrinkled skin on a man’s balls enhanced their pleasure and she
moaned and gave into the urge to give him the best blowjob he’d
ever experienced.
She kept movement going on his cock, and
there was no denying that his reactions were turning her on. She
felt the wetness gathering and sliding between the lips of her
pussy. She pushed herself up onto her knees and brought her thighs
together to take some of the need away, but that was completely
ineffective. She moaned her frustration and felt his thickness
begin to throb and pulse. His hips kept time with the spurts of his
cum, releasing into the back of her throat. The movement of her
throat as she swallowed ramped his pleasure and the last stab of
his prick held her throat open and tested her gag reflex, until she
concentrated on relaxing the muscles of her throat and neck. She
gave the shaft in her hand another few strokes and tasted the small
amount of cum that came onto her tongue as his deflating cock
retreated.
She sat back on her heels, hands cupping her
breasts pinching her nipples, enhancing her own coming orgasm. Her
head was tossed back and she began panting, moving her hips. One of
her hands slid down her body intending to take her