It is Good to be the King

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I left the pool disappointed.After weeks of flirting and cajoling Sara had finally agreed to meet in person. She let slip that she would be working out at the Fitness Center and if I happened to be there at the same time perhaps we could say hi. I suggested that we meet as if by chance in the pool. Neither of us had done anything like this before and I thought it a rather clever precaution for we could spend time idly chatting between laps and no observer would be the wiser. As a bonus I would get the opportunity to check out her sumptuous body concealed by nothing more than flimsy nylon. Was she really as cute as her pictures? God, I had gotten hard just thinking about it.It was just a first meeting to say “hi” and exchange pleasantries. I had told myself not to expect any more than that. I had convinced myself that I didn’t expect more.I had expected more.We had been chatting for weeks after all, and even though I was twenty years her senior we had discovered a special chemistry lacking in our marriages. She was pretty and sweet and shy and funny, and oh-so-desirable. But face it – I was an old fart while she shone glorious in the prime of womanhood. Sure, we got along great online, but I’ll admit to being startled when suddenly, unexpectedly, she had proposed this meeting. My hopes had soared along with my libido and it had been sweet torture to postpone any gratification Ümraniye Escort until the big day came.Oh, she was nice enough, I reflected as I entered the shower booth. But nice like she would be to any stranger. Polite, but not intimate. She had told me that she was shy and not anything like she appeared online, but I hadn’t really believed her. And why should I? She had begged to be questioned about the most secret particulars of her sexuality. She titillated me with tales from her teens, of her wedding night, of romantic interludes in the ten years that she had been married. I was the only one that knew that she sometimes touched herself. I was the only one that knew that she secretly penned erotica. I even knew that she enjoyed anal sex much more than she ever let on to her husband. The church-going young mother that never swore or did anything remotely improper was someone entirely different when masked by a keyboard and computer screen.The warm water chased away the chill of the pool. I stripped off my trunks while the stream played along my shoulders. I felt old. Was it really any wonder that she didn’t find me as desirable in person as I appeared online? What was I thinking?I replayed our meeting in my mind. What a body! My soldier twitched and rose rapidly to attention as I mentally stripped off her suit and imagined Ümraniye Escort Bayan her naked in front of me. Thank goodness for the curtain shielding the shower booth, even if the locker room was empty.What the hell. I grasped my burgeoning erection and slowly fondled it as I envisioned massaging her firm breasts, her nipples hard points in my palm. My stroking steadied into that old familiar rhythm as I imagined touching her between her legs and feeling her wetness, seeing her eyes glaze over with lust and pleasure. Oh, God, I was so hard… so hard…The curtain abruptly whisked open!Startled, I released my shaft and turned with a surge of fury to confront the  who had barged in on me.It was Sara.I froze in place gaping like a fish as she stared wide eyed, first at my face, then at my still raging hard-on, then back at my face. She looked frightened and suddenly I feared she’d bolt. But too late! Men’s voices sounded loudly and the door to the showers crashed open and whatever notion she had to flee was quashed in an instant. What madness had possessed her to sneak into the men’s showers? I regained command of myself, snatched her into the booth and hastily secured the curtain before whirling to face her.She stood close, blushing, fearful, caught like a deer in the headlights of an onrushing car. Her eyes silently begged me Escort Ümraniye not to expose her.A sense of power surged inside. I had worried that I would not know what to do at a moment like this, but I knew exactly what to do. I kissed her long and hard and deep. I kissed her until her stiffness melted and she surrendered to my lips and I knew she was mine to do with as I pleased.I broke our embrace and held her at arm’s length as my thick cock bobbed obscenely between us. God, she was beautiful. Confidently and deliberately I cupped her breast and squeezed. She blanched and covered my hand with hers but did not move it away. I searched out her nipple through the fabric of her top and rolled it between my fingers. Sara closed her eyes and parted her lips oh so sexily, her chest heaving as she panted.I felt more a man than I had for ages. Potent. Powerful. Decisive.”Take off your suit,” I commanded tersely. Her eyes flew open and I held them unblinking with mine, not allowing for any silliness. She reached hesitantly behind her back and pulled the strings tying her bra.The straps fell away and she held the cups in place for a moment as she searched my eyes. I met her gaze evenly and waited. She hesitated then seemed to come to a decision. Her arms dropped and I whistled in appreciation. Her breasts were magnificent! Firm and full and enticing. She watched me closely yearning for my approval so I smiled at her. “Very nice!” and she flashed a grateful grin. I waited. Only my manhood betrayed the depth of my desire. She glanced downwards, then jerked her eyes guiltily back to my face. Water streamed off her body and dripped from the tips of her puckering nipples.

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