"Summer Night Seduction" Chapter 6 Dedication: for Johnny by jacb442011@gmail.com (responses welcome - email address has been updated)
Clint gave me a puzzled look.
I guess he wondered why I had put on my bra and panties, then wrapped up in a sheet.
Baby, what's that? I asked.
Clint held up a bottle. I warmed some up some body oil. . . for you, he told me.
Come, sit by me Babe, and relax, I said, handing him a glass of wine.
He took it and drank, then sat on the bedside, a naked, chiseled god.
I tried not to stare, and I tried not to be so distracted by his body that I lost my train of thought.
Lay down for me, babe, on your belly, I instructed, setting down my wine, and moving sideways, taking the bottle of oil.
He looked at me quizzically, as if he really wanted to throw me down, tear off my sheet, bra, and panties, and have his way with me.
A part of me wanted him to do exactly that, so I tried not to think about it too much, and patted the bed.
Slowly, he lay down, muscles rippling across his back and arms.
Good God, I thought, licking my lips.
Get comfy, Hun, I said, arms at your sides.
He shot me a bemused look that gave me butterflies in my tummy and made me wonder, is he up to something?
Clint had warmed the massage oil, and I poured some onto his back, then began to gently spread it, marveling at his musculature. The warm liquid felt good on my fingers.
Mmm, he said gruffly, shifting slightly on the bed.
I leaned over and started rubbing his back harder, letting the sheet fall to the floor and giving him a look at me. The bra held my man-boobs, feeling sexy on my tits; my panties crawled up my crack and hugged my cock and balls, pulling down just so to reveal my shaved pubic mound. I turned slightly as I kneaded, giving him a view of my smooth legs.
Whew, I thought, I'm back in control. This shit was getting out of hand there for a moment.
Mmm, Clint said as I worked the tightness in his back. Tammy, you never told me you knew how to give a massage.
Thank ya, Darlin', I replied, and gave him a wink.
I guess Clint liked it when I rubbed his butt cheeks, because he raised them up, giving me a glimpse of his cock and drooping balls. I rubbed his ass more, then "accidentally" brushed across the back of his ball sac.
Oh, he said with a surprised moan, arching his back.
I almost had to shake myself to keep from just staring at him. God, Clint is fucking hot. I mean, I've always loved women's bodies, and I still do. Don't get me wrong. A naked woman is the best. But, Jesus, he's a Greek God, lying naked before me.
Why don't you lay on your back for me, Sugar? I suggested after mentally pinching myself to see if I was really there.
Sure Tammy, Clint said with what appeared another mischievous smile, like he was playing along with something secret that he'd not bothered to tell me about. He swung his legs around, took a big swallow of red wine, and palmed my tummy, caressing it, then giving it a jiggle.
Tammy, Clint told me, I sure like your belly.
Well, thank you Baby, I said, butterflies swirling inside, taking one step back while trying to stifle a moan.
Soft and sweet, your belly is, Tammy, Clint pronounced, giving me one more tummy-jiggle.
He lay back, hands behind his head, cock calling out to me. Worship me, stroke me, lick me... Clint's cock spoke into my mind.
I worked his pecs and leaned over to show him my cleavage, my black bra.
Worship me, Clint's cock told me brain... put me in your mouth, Tammy... lick me, Tammy...
Mouth dry, I licked my lips, kept my eyes on my hands and where I was rubbing Clint's chest, trying to ignore his cock's sweet song... suck me Tammy... you know you want to feel me in your mouth Tammy... his cock sang into my head.
I glanced at Clint, and he was looking at me.
Clint's fingers lightly stroked my belly.
Oh, I gasped.
You like that Tammy, don't you, Clint said, eyes bearing into me.
Uh, I tried to reply, trembling. Somehow, Clint had moved to the edge of the bed, and his fingers were lightly stroking my belly while his other hand started to play with my ass, just below my panties.
Oooh, I said, and trembled, trying to steady myself.
That's it Tammy, give in to me, Clint said. You know I want you. You are dressed all sexy for me, aren't you baby? That bra and panties... You look real nice, Tammy.
Uh, I tried to say, but Clint's fingers slid into my panties, teasing my balls, while his other hand palmed my stomach, feather touch caressing his way up to my titty, where it swirled around my bra, then slid under, cupping me and fingering me.
Christ, I whispered, trying to clear my head.
Do you want me, Tammy? Clint asked.
I awkwardly grabbed my wine glass, turning away from him and gulping warm Cab.
I felt movement, and Clint was pressing in, cock and balls against my ass. He took the empty wine glass from my hand and set it down. I reached my hands out to stabilize myself, but Clint was everywhere.
Squeeze, then pinch went his fingers on my tits.
Ah, baby! I heard myself cry out, trying to move, but his palms held my pecs firm, while his thumbs and forefingers alternatively caressed and pinched my nipples.
Oooh, I moaned, then Ah! I gasped... moaning at the caresses, gasping at the pinches.
Oh God, I said, pressing my ass cheek back into hard cock.
One arm came across my breasts, flicking away my bra before the hand gripped my titty, arm resting across my other tit.
Ooh God, I murmured as his other hand pulled my panties down and began stroking my balls and inner thighs.
I reached down and felt Clint's muscular legs, reached behind and squeezed his rock hard ass cheeks, then cried out when his fingers encircled my cock.
Gah, I sputtered, as Clint's oily hand went to work, slowly sliding up and down me.
God God God Damn, I announced as he picked up the tempo.
Oh Tammy, warm breath whispered into my ear. You like Sweetie?
Oh God! His forearm moved a little over my right breast, while his palm and fingers squeezed my left tit and caressed and pinched me. I tried to move, tried to break free, but it was impossible. I was strong, but Clint was stronger. He was the man, and I was the woman.
Yeah Honey, Clint smiled, oily fingers pumping my dick.
Oh God, I said, and Clint pushed me. I planted my hands on the edge of the bed, as I stood, legs spread, Clint stroking my cock while his other hand grazed from my tits to my belly and then back up to my tits again before he started stroking my balls.
You want me Tammy?
Oh Clint! I cried out.
His fingers wiggled under my balls.
You want to cum for me baby!
Oh Clint, oh my man! I moaned, silky balls electric with pleasure as they danced on Clint's fingers, my cock swelling and feeling so indescribably good.
From somewhere, I could hear myself panting, but the whole world was really just Clint's hand cupping and stroking my scrotum while his other pistoned my dick.
Baby, I pleaded urgently, eyes rolling back, groaning. Something powerful was stirring deep down inside.
Yes Tammy, Clint whispered, breath warm and wet, smelling of Cab.
Baby, I stammered, scared and excited.
Yeah Sweetheart, Clint replied.
I am going to cum!
Yes, Tammy, cum for me! Clint ordered.
Baby, I... I... Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop... Ohhhhhhh...
The universe exploded. I came so hard, I felt like I split in two, body bucking, thrusting into Clint's hand, my balls deliciously dancing and wiggling across Clint's fingers.
Warm, salty spunk spattered from my throbbing cock, my balls tingling, loving the touch of Clint's fingers and palm. I breathed deep and moaned. A moment later, my cock and balls gave me a gift - a second orgasm; I shook violently and screamed in stunned surprise, before gasping again. This time I involuntarily reached for the sky, then arched my back and pushed my belly forward, hands behind my head.
Oh my God.
Clint stroked and squeezed out the last of my man seed, still holding my balls while I shivered. I leaned back into him, marveling at how amazing it felt to have a man's hands on my cock and balls at the same time. Cock held, balls held, owning me.
Clint's hand slid up my cock lightly, gently now, barely touching. I trembled again, then reached back both hands up in the air, turning slightly toward him, to touch his hair, wanting him to see my shaved armpits, wanting to smile my thanks to him. As I moved, Clint reluctantly let go of my cock and balls. I melted into him, turning to lay my head against his firm chest. One of his hands held my side, and it dripped my man-spunk, the other tickling up under my bare arm pit.
Oooh, I laughed, stop baby.
What the fuck just happened? I wondered from somewhere, in a different world.
End Chapter 6 "Summer Night Seduction"
by Jacb442011@gmail.com (updated email)
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Postscript:
Johnny, do you recognize you? Do you recognize me? Could this be our secret? A weekend away together? Maybe we could get a room, have a few drinks, loosen up, get comfortable, like old times. After hanging out, catching up, getting buzzed, I go to the bathroom. Before I come out, I dim the lights. When your eyes adjust, you realize, I'm dressed up for you, dressed up in nothing but a black bra and panties, my body shaved, silky and smooth. What would say? What would you do? Oh, Johnny!