He took a sip and asked, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
He looked nervous, and blurted out, “Does the size of a man’s cock bother you?”
I touched his arm, looked into his eyes, and replied, “Robert, I don’t care about cock size, it’s what you do with it that counts.”
“Do me a favor doll, rub your left nipple while I get fresh glass of Merlot, do you want one?”
“No I’m fine.”
“Okay, is that nipple hard?”
I sat my glass down, and purred, “Both of them are already hard. If we were in the hot-tub, you could can pour that wine on my nipples, and suck it off. God, that is so arousing.”
“Well how’s about I skip the glass of wine, and show you were to change and find a robe. You don’t mind going el natural in the tub do you?”
I sat my glass down, and with an excited tone to my voice, said. “Baby, hot-tubs were made to use without clothing! I’m more than ready for some kinky fun!”
He smiled, and laughed. “Oh I forgot to tell you about my love of licking whipped cream from a pussy.”
I blushed, which is my normal color when aroused, and giggled. “Do you want that with a cherry?”
He chuckled then showed me where to change. While I changed, he took his clothing off right there on the patio. Then he moved the wine glasses next to the tub, and then climbed in.
He watched me walking out, and couldn’t wait to see what was under the robe. When she got next to the tub, she took off the robe and laid it on the chair. Hot-damn, she was gorgeous, a full figured woman, with big tits, and trimmed bush, and red hair on her head and cunt he thought.
“If you don’t mind me saying so baby, you’re beautiful. By the way your wine glass in on the small table to your left.”
“Flattery will get you every where.” I climbed into the tub, sat down on the little platform, picked up my drink, and took a sip.
He then informed me, “When I think I might be having sex all night a woman, I take a Cialis. That way I can have fun fucking.”
“A night of sex is fun, because I hate wham-bam sex.”
He set his wine glass down, and pulled me close. As our eyes met, his lips came down on mine, and we kissed passionately.
He then asked, “Deana do you have any toys?
“Yes a seven inch vibrator that looks like a cock, although I doubt they are purple.”
“Do you use it often?”
“Yes, sometimes three times a day, why?”
He almost dropped his wine glass, “Oh my, you are one sexy, randy babe! If you are cumming on average 10 to 15 times per week, you are good.”
If I wasn’t careful, I would climax too quickly, and I wanted things to last long into the night. I blushed, and then changed the subject
“Robert, I think you’re a sexy guy. What color are your eyes?”
“Thank-you. They are hazel, with flecks of green in them. The color changes depending on what color of clothes I wear. Many women say they are my best feature.
“Mine are green, but turn blue when I am aroused.”
“Mine can be greener when I am turned on.”
He pulled me close, kissed me hard, and growled, “I think we are going to have a lot of fun. Please sit that sexy body on the edge of the tub, and let take you over the edge quickly.”
I moved and sat with my feet dangling in the water. He picked up my right foot, and began rubbing it all around with his hands, kneading it softly. He did the same thing to the other foot.
Next he moved up my legs on all sides, not even coming close to my cunt, just concentrating on my feet to calves.
“Ohhh that feels good,” I purred as I relaxed, well part of me did anyways, because my pussy was screaming, ‘touch me!’
After that he did my tummy area, with a light tickle, arousing me even further. He then didn’t massage me where I thought he would next. Instead he moved, and run his fingers behind each ear for a couple of seconds.
“Does that feel good baby?”
“Yesss,” I hissed.
Following that, he brought his hands across the just the top of both my tits, then under each one.
“Oooh Robert that feels divine!”
He instructed me to position myself so he could get between my legs, and have access to my ass and pussy.
He moved his hands to my ass, without sliding the fingers between the cheeks, rubbed up and down. He then licked his finger, slid it between my buttocks, and began to tease my anus. With his other hand, he found my clit, and began rubbing it.
After a few minutes, he stopped teasing my ass, and continued to tantalize my clit. The other hand now caressed the labia, slowly, urging me toward my climax.
My whole body shook with delight. My pussy was dripping as if someone turned a faucet on, wow he was good. I knew if he kept this up I would cum like a freight train out of control. I arched my back and pushed my cunt into his hand.
“I can tell by your face baby, that you love what I’m doing. Are you getting close?”
I closed my eyes, shook all over, and hissed, “Yesssssss!”
“Good baby-girl, you do not mind me calling you that do you?”
“No. Oh fuck Robert, make me cum honey!”
He lowered himself to his knees, and began licking my clit while his fingers teased the lips and my anus once more. He paused only long enough to say, “Cum hard for me baby!”
His words pushed me over the edge and I shrieked, “Oooooooooh baby, I am cumming!”
He lapped up all my juices, then sat down, and took a sip of his wine. “Did you enjoy that?”
All I could do was purr, “Mmm, wow!”
He gulped his wine down, and confessed, “I will never understand a gay man, or even a one that is bi. However, I sure do like the ladies bi, sounds like a sort of a double standard, huh?”
“Not really when it’s a threesome.”
“What kind of threesome, MFM, or FMF?”
“I’ve done both, after all I’m pretty easy going when it comes to swinging, if treated right.”
“Which one is your favorite?”
“MFM.”
“Have you ever been DP’ed?”
“I had a toy in each hole, plus a cock in one and toy in the other, but never two cocks. I plan to try it one day too.”
“You should.”
“I figured with the right playmate, I can have a lot of fun.”
“Yes you can, go for it girl.”
“Why not, I still consider myself sexy as hell, my divorce never changed that.”
His eyes twinkled with lust, “You are. Sexy is between the ears not in the crotch.”
“I know, some people just don’t get that. Sex is what me make it, if you want to have more fun, go for it, and make some.”
“Do you enjoy oral more from a guy or gal?’
“I like both, the first time a woman ate me, I thought i was going to pass out when I climaxed, wow! I also know a few guys who do it well, and send me into orbit.”
“Most women will tell you it is better with another woman, and part of it is knowing who is doing you. But again 90% is between the ears, again. I do it well, i promise.”
“Well you don’t have to prove that baby.”
“Have you ever got into any bondage?”
“I was tied up once, because the guy wanted to see how many times I could cum. OMG, I came six times in an hour, I think, as I lost count. However, he wouldn’t let me tie him up, and I said that’ no fair.”
“I like a little bondage, no SM no pain. But I like it when the one bound is getting 90% of the pleasure.”
“I like it when there is nothing but pleasure involved.”
“Well if you tease me, and pleasure me, you are welcome to tie me up someday, and have your way with me.”
“Oh that will be fun to try. Are you ticklish?”
He grinned, “Not to much, but a little, and I wont tell you where. Are you?”
I giggled and blushed, “I’m very ticklish. I will find out where you are Robert, sooner or later.”
“I hate to sound like a lonely old man, but I have not met any gals like you before.”
“There aren’t that many that let it go and just have fun. Life is too short to wonder about what did not happen……….make it happen.”
“Oh, sure I have gone out with a couple and three women, who acted like sex was a chore or a favor they had to do for you.”
“I was taught that sex is fun.”
“So was I by both my mother and father, they just said wear a condom.”
“When I came home from college on my first break in my freshman year, my dad asked, “You gettin any and how’s the pot?”
“My grandmother taught me about sex, as my mom, always went ballistic when some one merely mentioned the word, s-e-x.”
He wiggled restlessly, then said, “Since you had a cum break, I need a pee break. By the way, I don’t think I could ever get into golden showers.”
“It’s really not my thing, I’d rather fuck yah.”
“Fucking is a good thing, especially in a hot-tub. However, they are really better for head and hand jobs.”
“I have an idea, why don’t you sit on the side. I guarantee I’ll give you one hell of a blow-job that will make you see stars.”
“Yes it would.”
“I think every man should cum that hard………..otherwise sex can be boring as hell.”
“Agreed. Hey are you trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Sure why not?”
“Honey, one of my favs is to have my nipples licked and sucked, while a gal is giving me a super slow hand job with nice hot oil. The longer it lasts the more fun it is and I have shot cum for yards on one of those.”
“I have done that,” I winked. “Are you ready for some more sexy fun baby?”
“Please don’t be offended, but tonight was for you and you only. I want to meet you again, and next time, it will be your turn to do me.”
I frowned, I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not. “Promise, you’re not saying that just so I won’t get mad?”
He pulled me close, kissed me hard, looked into my eyes and said,
“Baby, I don’t say things I do not mean. We will meet again, I swear, my dick will belong to you for the night.”
“Okay, are you free next weekend?”
“Let’s make it Friday night around 7 pm, that way……we have all evening to do what you want to do…..to me.”
I licked my lips, gave him the directions to my place, and told myself, ‘Robert is in for one very pleasant cock hardening surprise.’
Ch 1, Robert’s massage…
I was so excited Friday, I couldn’t think straight, all I could do was wonder what I would do to Robert first. Would I kiss his sweet lips, and fondle his cock? No, I’m going to give him a slow sensual massage and make him come so hard he will see stars.
Around five p.m. I fixed supper, ate, cleared the dishes, and then headed for the bathroom. I was going to shower, and pamper every inch of me.
As I ran the wash cloth over my tits, I groaned, and my clit screamed, “Touch me.” I fought the urge. I wanted to save all my energy or later, but then again, cumming would relax me. I chuckled and squealed, “Oh to hell it would, it would wind me up tighter than a spring on an alarm clock.”
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