I have been corresponding with a guy for a while now. Recently, he sent me his pictures, first of him in Bikini underwear, then nude and finally one of him with a hard-on and another of a close up of his dick. It was a sight to behold! He was wearing jeans with the fly open from which protruded his dick, standing boldly at a 45 degree angle. His balls fell out under his hefty dick. My what a gorgeous pair, they are! Aaron is compact, smooth athletic body like a swimming champion. I knew from writing to him that he would be compatible with me when it came to sexual activity. However, for a long time, all we did was write hot letters and fantasies to each other.
One winter he was going to Boston on a business trip. We made arrangements to meet at a ski resort. It was mid January and we were having an old fashioned New England winter. We didn't mind the cold. Our suite came with a fireplace that was burning brightly as we sat down to a scrumptious meal. We dined on roast duck and all the trimmings. We talked across the candle-lit table for hours. Aaron was even more handsome than his pictures could have ever depicted. Of course I was looking at him in candlelight with love in my eyes.
After dessert, Cherries Jubilee, I suggested that we sit on the floor in front of the fire to sip our cognac. We snuggled close to each other and toasted through crossed arms. The room became unbearably hot; I guess the combination of the fire, the cognac, and our own body heat contributed to the atmosphere.
We undressed and were laying on the rug naked in each other's arms. We made love -- the best I'd ever had. We pleasured each other in every conceivable way, all night long.
After our mutual climaxes, I decided to give Aaron a massage. What a body he has: shapely legs and washboard stomach from years of working out. His arms and shoulders are muscular, but not too overly developed. His ass was the most beautiful I had ever seen.
I spent the next hour rubbing his neck, backbone, thighs, calves and even feet. As my fingers made love to his body, he commented on my magic hands. I paid special attention to his butt and the back of his thighs. My greasy fingers would constantly be brushing his ball sac that lay between his outspread thighs. When he turned over on his back, I massaged his shoulders, chest, stomach and legs.
His dick kept getting in the way as it swayed back and forth and bobbed up and down. I had to do something, so I took it into my mouth and pistoned my head up and down its length until I sucked him dry. Finally, it went down so I could continue the massage. However, a little while later, it was standing straight up and getting in my way again. When I started to suck him again, he moved his body into a 69 position and we brought each other off.
We were exhausted, but never did make it to the bedroom, instead we slept in each other's arms on the floor. The fire had burned out during the night and we awoke, shivering. We finally went into the bedroom and snuggled together beneath a down comforter; our naked bodies joined at the hip.