NAKED SUPPORT GROUP III
I took her in my arms and we kissed. American, not French, but quite nice. After the kiss she put her head on my shoulder and we stayed in a good close hug. In a minute she said, "You're different. Nice different. Not like too many of your brethren who want to paw me and stick their tongue down my throat."
"Y'think maybe maybe it's respect or a low sex drive?" I said.
"I'm not sure about the former but that hard thing poking my tummy tells me it surely isn't the latter!" She said. "Call me in the afternoon. I'll do my best to get my work done, I promise." So I went home to work on my butt plug. I was hard and horny as hell and had to fight the temptation to bash my leaking bishop but for some reason I decided to save it. Maybe because tomorrow my dick might get lucky.
She did call and suggested that I bring over a couple of burgers we could grill them up and save time and she could get back to her homework after dinner. Sheesh, she was a dedicated student! I showed up with steaks, a good bottle of wine and a little bunch of flowers for the table. That got me a sweet little kiss. Her hair was in a pony tail, she had on short shorts and a little blouse that showed the outline of her nipples. No bra? We cracked the bottle of wine, sipped a little, and I went out to the group trio of propane grills behind her apartment to cook while she whipped up some potato salad. All the time I was cooking I was thinking of how cute she was tonight and how luscious she looked naked at the support meeting.
I refilled my wine glass, she didn't, we ate and washed the dishes. "I do need to get back to work but you've been so sweet, let's have a five minute smooch," she said. Back to the couch and this time I felt her tongue tickling my lips. This time the kiss became French and my hand went to her firm small breast. Her nipple hardened immediately and my hand went under her blouse to do a better job. I asked if I could kiss it and she lifted her blouse. I kissed it and massaged the nipple with my tongue. Then I felt her hand on my cock. In maybe a minute she lifted her hand from that needy member and used it to lift my face from her tit. She looked me straight in the eye and with a somber expression said, "OK, now tell me. Are you interested in a relationship or just sex?"
I paused a little before answering: "Right now my penis is in total and complete control of my brain and I'm not able to answer your question."
"My God, an honest man! I don't think I've ever met one before. But my clitty is so hard there's no way I will be able to concentrate on my homework. So could you lend a lady a hand?" She said. I said I certainly could and would like to, but I'd rather kiss it and make it well. "She smiled demurely and said, "I don't know you well enough for that," and stood to take off her shorts. There was a huge tent in her little pink panties and when they came off I was looking at a six inch perfectly proportioned cock pointing up at the chandelier.
She sat down again and I slowly, gently tenderly began to stroke her "clitoris" which immediately began to seep precum. "Oh wow. Not just an honest man but a gentle man too," she said. I told her it was a terrible thing to waste precum and asked if I could just lick it off. She nodded and my tongue began to lave her glans. "Ohhh Lordy I can't stand it. Suck me!" She whined. So I did, her cock tasted as good as it looked. I took it slow and easy, selfishly because I wanted the moment to last. "How sweet. You're treating my clitty like something you care for rather than something you're angry with." She had generous sized balls, she probably referred to them as ovaries, and I fondled them as I sucked. I asked her to warn me when she was about to orgasm and went back to work. She lasted a lot longer than I could have were I the suckee but finally she said, "I'm almost there." I stopped sucking and began to slowly stroke her clitty. Lordy did that thing produce precum. Without another sound her legs shot out, her pelvis lifted off the bed, her cock throbbed, producing a little gush of clear juice and then the cum came. It was thinner than mine but there was lots of it flowing from her pulsing organ. "Oh my, that was lovely, just lovely,. Thank you," she said.
There was a box of Kleenex on the sideboard in the kitchen and I brought it over to the couch and we both worked to clean up her splooge before it stained the couch. That done she noticed the wet spot on the bulging fly of my khaki pants. "Oh you poor thing, I can't send you home that way, let's take off your pants." She was sitting on the couch and I was standing in front of her. She was staring at eight inches of cock pointing straight out at her, and not saying a word. Then, "You're uncircumcised. I've never seen one before," she finally said. Then she reached out and, then tentatively, with just thumb and forefinger, retracted my foreskin. "Pointy, and look how swollen that poor thing is," and she began to stroke it. Then she looked up and asked, "Do you drip or squirt?" I told her I was a squirter and she said, "We'd best do you on the bed, I don't want to ruin the carpet."
She had some lube in the bedside table and she greased up my again leaky boner. Her hand was soft, her stroke was gentle and dammit, I couldn't have lasted two minutes before I told her I was about to come. Her hand moved slower and her eyes were glued to my impossibly sensitive dick. Closer, closer, and then I wailed, "ohh YEAH!" Her hand stopped moving and my jizz began to spurt in the air. Over and over my cum erupted until finally only a thin stream of dishwater thin semen dripped down the shaft. "Oh my, you must have needed relief, that was a mighty load," she said.
Our goodnight kiss at the door was lingering and wonderful. I asked when we could get together again and she said she would call me. Four very long days went by without a word and finally I gave up and called her. "I'm truly sorry, I'm not playing games, I'm trying to figure things out. You see, I've been dating an older man for going on seven months now, and we're quite compatible. To the extent that I could envision spending the rest of my life with him. He hasn't proposed yet, but clues, women's intuition, whatever, I know that's in the offing. The you, Dan came along and screwed everything up. You lit lights I've never seen before and I've got to make a choice. I can't string him along but I can't get you out of my mind. And my heart. I just need more time to decide what to do. I'm sincerely sorry."
"Understood," I said. "But I'm going nuts. Talk about lights, they're so bright for me I can't even sleep. Or think about anything but you. So get ready, because you're going to get a daily call from me until I can see you again and wrap my arms around you. I can't even think about the possibility that can't happen."
Three long days and nights passed before she said, "Can you come over tomorrow afternoon at five? We need to talk."
TO BE CONTINUED