Kate First Timer ♌ #3
His muscles were now my play things as I threw his button up shirt (a remarkably soft deep blue button up, but who cares), and his black undershirt onto the floor of his living room.
Professional athlete echoed in my mind as I considered how his body felt under my hands versus my adorable and wonderful husband.
My digits explored on autopilot. It felt as if I was watching them from my mind’s eye, the skin of my fingers and palms sending the sensation of his skin to my heart and mind.
I realized I could hear a pounding. It was so loud.
Subsequently I realized that the pounding was truly coming from my own chest. That feels borderline unhealthy, I thought to myself as I continued to assault my former patient.
My mind quickly discarded the exploding heart in my chest as I felt his strength under my hands.
Sculpted, detailed, I wish I had his body to study when I was taking anatomy.
I can feel every muscle and every touch makes my head swim as I become more and more aroused.
Before I knew it, my dress was pulled over my head, leaving me in only the tiny pink thong. I had kicked off my heels earlier (sorry heel fetish guys). “That’s not fair.” I said with a cute pout, looking at my body and then at his with an exaggerated head nod.
“Alright, let’s fix that.” Eric O’Malley hopped up and dropped his trousers, then his underwear.
Tossing them both with the pile of clothes in the middle of the room.
His cock (yes we are using that word in these stories) was already halfway erect and magnificent.
Time stood still for a moment as he revealed his entire body to me.
His abs led to the perfect V which pointed to the schlong standing out before my eyes.
I didn’t stop there though. His legs were just like his upper body, detailed grooves illustrated his muscles.
How? How did he get this way? I found myself in a trance and I needed to see the entire show.
With a twirl of my finger, “Let’s see it all.” Did those words really escape my mouth? Yes, they did. With a smirk, he obliged as he stepped in a circle. Looking over his shoulder at me as I looked at his bubble butt.
“I used to catch, so lots of squats in that position,” he said as he turned in place.
This time as he stepped closer to me I noticed his family jewels hanging and swinging.
And I’m sorry ladies and gents, if you think balls are ugly, you don’t appreciate the human body.
They are an amazing body part, designed for procreation but also, if you are a lady and you don’t appreciate the ball slap during sex, you really need to reevaluate.
It was time to get intimate. It was time to stop being so giggly and get down to the main event.
I slid to sit on the edge of the couch as he approached me.
My hand wrapped around his shaft, it was so thick my fingers barely touch.
It felt heavy and the skin felt so soft.
I then wrapped both hands around him. Stroking him as my tongue licked at his strawberry shaped head.
I know a lot of guys have a mushroom cap, this was definitely a strawberry.
Flicking the tip with my tongue, he tasted good too.
A “mmmmmmm” escaped my throat as he laughed from my excitement.
Now I’m not going to say he was the biggest in the world, but he was definitely a big boy.
Easily 8 inches, I hadn’t had anyone this large before.
Would this thing even fit inside me? I licked and sucked on his head as my hands stroked him.
His hand found the back of my head as he thrust into my mouth.
Moving one hand to fondle his balls as I stroked with the other, he tasted so good and he was loving making me gag a little as his strawberry kept pushing into my throat.
Now ladies, like many married women, I don’t do much oral, I bought the bull.
He’s mine. No more need to use that hole.
I wasn’t about to ruin this evening with some deep throating that I was not ready to try.
It mattered not, Eric pushed me back on the couch and showed me how a baseball player eats pussy.
My thong was ripped off, no idea where it went as he held me by my thighs, he spread my legs fully, my lips opened, already showing my wetness to him as he leaned in, wasting no time licking from just above my booty-hole, up to my clitoris.
“Oh fuck,” escaped my lips with a moan. Shit, I didn’t make him moan. Is he better than me? He licked again and I didn’t care at all. At. All.