"You just relax Donna" ordered Sebastian, made easier by the fact she faced away from him. "I think I know how we could put a smile on your face" he suggested, before continuing "How about from this moment on, you just stay quiet! If everything is okay and you want me to keep doing what I am doing then do not say anything, and if it isn't okay just say and it will stop."
Donna never spoke. She couldn't see his face. She wondered what he meant. So cryptic! Donna was excited by the mystery. She thought about what his hands will do once they finish with her shoulders. She posed that maybe he was going to rub it intimately like she used to fantasize about with the other bathers who came. Her body felt nice as it tingled.
Sebastian's strong hands were gently rubbing her lower back now. She could feel his fingertips lapping up against the lip of her panties. She always wore her white expensive cotton panties on bathing day. They fitter more snugly than all the others, conforming to her shape better she thought. Sebastian's fingers now ran blatantly along a good two inches under her panty-line. No man had ever touched her there. It felt so warm and lovely! Sebastian's thick fingers started spreading out further, running right round under the lip of her panties to her sides, where he would subtly squeeze both hands together before going back again. "You just stay quiet if everything is okay." Sebastian re-iterated. Donna never moved.
Following his own familiar pattern, Sebastian's hands were starting to congregate round the front and he oscillated them slowly around her tight panties. Donna was so tingly! His rough yet gentle fingers brushed against her pubic hair. She felt herself loosen up inside. Sebastian's hands moved back up her body, bargaining with the whisper "Keep quiet and I'll keep going"
At her bra, Sebastian unfastened and paused, as if to brace himself for Donna's voice telling him not to. It never came! He continued. Donna was motionless. He brought the straps around to the front and eased them around Donna's two stumps. He took it back away from her, then quickly discarded it to the floor. Remaining still, she wondered what he would do next.
Sliding his hands around her sides, down her curvy waist to the tops of her juicy thighs, he did with her breasts what he previously did to her panties, just going up enough to tease them. Donna's breasts were eager. Her breathing unconsciously intensified slightly - just enough for her to be aware and not him. Her nipples were stiffening rapidly!
Sebastian bit the bullet and blatantly cupped her two breasts from behind! She made a noise, but it was stifled quickly. A noise not long or coherent enough for Sebastian to have even started to back away. He spiraled the fingertips of each middle finger right around her two nipples, circling around them at first, then gradually spiraling outwards to the mass of her breasts. Donna's breasts were quite copious in volume, wearing a 36D bra. It all reminded her of when she used to touch them in her teens late at night when her parents had gone to sleep. This time, however, it was someone else who touched her.
There was a soft impression against her skin. It must have been Sebastian's lips! It happened again! He was kissing her right in between the shoulder blades. Donna felt his hands holding her two little stumps firmly as he kissed around the nape of her neck, forcing shivery sensations down her back and round to her front, collecting at the tip of her nipples, now nestled in between Sebastian's fingers as he squeezed her breasts. She still never spoke.
His touch disappeared! For a brief moment, Donna wondered where it had gone. Then she heard the noise of jeans unzipping behind her! This was followed by the noise of a belt clinking together and the jeans being removed. Sebastian's hands started touching her where they had left off. She didn't dare make a sound in case he stopped.
It wasn't long before his fingers were back under the top of her panties. This time he was trying to stuff his hands in, but the panties were too tight to allow him access. "I'm just gonna need to take these off" announced Sebastian as he peeled them, fighting the resistance from the flesh, all the way down to her ankles where they were discarded beside her jeans carelessly.
Unexpectedly, Sebastian forced his arms under Donna's body, one under the breasts and one under her hips, then turned her over to face him. They looked into each others eyes both faceless, both knowing that Donna's bare vagina lay between them. Sebastian leaned in to her ear to affirm the situation "You don't have to speak. Just let me take care of things. No one will know!" Donna hid her smile, but she could not hide her excitement! Her vagina was glistening with moisture and her clitoris was out. Her nipples stiff with good sensation. As she glanced away, she confirmed that Sebastian had removed her jeans! He was standing there right beside her, bottom half naked, with his penis stiff as a pole, slightly bobbing out in front of him. It looked thick, Donna thought. She had never seen one before in real life. It made her feel even more tingly. Without hands, all she could do was to touch it with one of her stumps. She was curious about a man's penis, never fully having understood it's workings!
She rubbed it between her two arms, and managed to force the foreskin back to reveal Sebastian's shiny purple helmet, then let it go back to it's original position. Donna repeated and moved it a little faster. She liked how it felt between her arms! Sebastian breathed heavily. She started to go faster. Sebastian moved in closer to make it easier for her. She was masturbating a man! Suddenly she felt a small trickle of warmth run down her upper thigh. It took her back to that late night when she was 18, where she broke her hymen with her hairbrush handle. She was wet then, before the pain!
Sebastian couldn't take her teasing any longer. He got in front of her and forced her head back against the leather. With his foreskin rubbing against Donna's pubes, her managed to find the opening. He inserted a little bit of his purple helmet. Donna bucked slightly, but never spoke. He looked at her! He pressed his shaft in further. About an inch! Donna's mouth opened then closed. She looked at him. Sebastian forced another inch in. Donna could take it! "Let me make you orgasm, Donna" he whispered.
"Give me it all!", ordered Donna without warning! Sebastian slowly slid more of his throbbing penis into Donna's wet vagina. He got about half of it in this time but there was more to go. After pulling back out fully, Sebastian teased her clitoris from side to slimy side, with his shiny purple tip and got to hear her breath come out heavier. He re-inserted and gave her a little bit more of his length. Donna could tell there was room for more, and lay back as he probed his slick, full length into her pussy. Donna moaned!
It was a little pain-full for the first few strokes, but as Sebastian built up rhythm, he impaled her with his handsome shaft pleasurably. She was fucking! A man was fucking her! Donna moaned again, shortly followed by groans from Sebastian as he upped his effort. A deep pleasant feeling started building up inside her pussy! Being pumped hard by Sebastian's thick greasy pole, Donna could feel his penis swelling up! He confirmed "I'm getting close" as Donna continued moaning, getting close herself after all these years finally. However it was not like before! It was not like when she was a teenager and stroked her clitoris. Those late nights in bed gave her the first orgasms. This was much deeper! Donna once heard about the g-spot from a conversation she had when she was younger, but stopped thinking about that after the accident!
With an unearthly roar, Donna's crippled body tensed and bucked like an electric shock had passed through her. She came violently around Sebastian's large member. Suddenly a glistening arc of liquid spurted out from inside her, followed by a slower trickle! Wave after wave of pleasant euphoria enveloped by her body, came out of her mouth and out of her pussy! A puddle underneath her quickly formed, shining on the black leather, then running right on to the floor. Donna was shocked!
A blush crept over her, but not enough to grasp her, dying when she realized Sebastian lapping it up of the bench in front of her vagina! He was slurping it up, savoring every lick!
Once he had taken all the remaining ejaculate in his mouth, his lips secured themselves firmly to her aching pussy as she lay there exhausted, recovering from her mighty climax. His tongue
deep inside her, searching bravely for every last drop of her juice, with his hand masturbating his angry penis as he swallowed it all.
Sebastian stood proudly in front of her with his imminent cock. Slowly stroking it, mouth wide open due to his futile attempt to contain himself failing, he spurted an extraordinary string of his hot semen as thick as a pencil all up her fucked crippled body and it splashed like a water balloon all over her belly. Then another equally as special shot out of his violent, metallic gun splattering Donna's lower belly and pussy in his sexy brand, tainting her thick pubic garden with his tepid smears like a relentless sprinkler spewing out water over a thirsty summer lawn. Donna started counting as she lay there spent! The third and thickest of all jets of spunk made its way up to just below her left nipple, lapping at her heavy breast. Spurt number four and five just crawled out of Sebastian's gaping pee-hole, lava from his volcano, dribbling down her leg. Another four minor eruptions followed suit, before retiring his cock to mourn for his drained scrotal sack.
Sebastian, only just realizing what he had done, put his clothes back on frantically! He picked up the sponge from earlier, in the now-mild soapy water and proceeded to remove all evidence of his semen from Donna and the leather couch.
Helping get Donna dressed again, Sebastian was very quiet. There was no talk. Out of politeness, he offered a thank you and goodbye then left.
The next bath-time, Donna got an older mature woman. When she asked about Sebastian, the lady told her that he left. She never saw Sebastian again.
The End.
A Shoe Store Fantasy
I was headed to the local mall with my wife, using a couple of precious kid free hours to our advantage. I had two objectives: buy a pair of flip flops and some sunglasses for our Disney cruise next month. My wife, as usual, had her own purchases to make.
When we arrived, we headed towards the shoe store. I love shoe stores for two reasons: I love perusing all the sexy women's shoes that my wife doesn't like to wear, and I love noticing the sexy women with sexy feet trying on said sexy shoes. An attractive woman in the right pair of heels drives me absolutely out of my mind. I work in a bank building, and there isn't a day that passes when I don't almost break my neck while waiting for the elevator because I happen to hear the click of dress shoes on the marble floor and can't resist turning to look. More often than not, it's a hot young woman in a pair of heels. Clearly the bank knows how to hire.
Anyway, I would be lying if I didn't admit to being excited about the possibility of seeing a hot female slipping off her shoes and exposing her bare feet before sliding them inside a pair of pumps or t-straps or peep toes or sling backs. Yeah, I guess I have a thing for heels.
Tonight though, before we even made it inside the store, my attention was drawn to an incredibly hot sales girl rearranging shoes in the men's sneaker section. She was about 5'5" with fair skin covered in light brown freckles, her wavy red hair flowing just past her shoulders. She looked to be around twenty years old, but she could have been older. It's amazing to me how young college age girls look now. I don't remember them looking that young when I was in school, but that's been ages ago, fifteen years to be exact. I'll be 37 years old this year, married with two young kids, and yet as I walked into that shoe store all I could think about was making a beeline towards the sneakers so I could look at and talk to the incredibly cute ginger that was at least 15 years my junior. By that time I had forgotten about my mission to secure flip flops or even my planned side-bar to check out the women's shoe section. My dirty old man sensor, stored securely in my shorts, was going off and pulling me in the direction of the sales girl.
I needed a closer look, so I walked straight over and picked up a shoe right next to where she was working. Okay, let me back up. First I made sure to take her all in. By that time she was bent over, stacking shoe boxes on a lower level, and as she worked, my eyes focused on her firm little ass covered nicely by a short yellow summer dress. The dress fell across her form perfectly, showing both round cheeks and the slight indentation between them. I also noticed the cute pair of kitten heel sandals she was wearing, and that, as she bent down and leaned forward on her toes, one of her soft, white soles was exposed to me. For a foot guy like me, this was an unexpected treat, akin to a boob guy being in the right place at the right time and being treated to an extended peek at some ample cleavage.
Had I been alone and either a lot more brave and/or a lot more stupid, I might have walked straight up to her and put my hands right on that fabulous ass of hers or even run my fingers along her sexy foot, tracing the line of her arch. Then I would have spent the next hour or so trying to explain my actions to the mall cop and later to the local authorities.
Instead, I went for the more subtle tactic of feigning interest in an ugly pair of running shoes so I could talk to her. When I picked them up she turned and looked up at me and smiled, her full red lips spreading across her cute face, and asked me if I needed any help. I was thinking, "Um, yes miss, I really do need your help right now. You can start by sitting down, sliding off those shoes, and placing those sexy feet of yours on my shorts, rubbing my hard cock. Then I'd like to try on every part of you to see just how good you feel." But I played it cool and used my charm to impress her with the ever so clever "Nah, I think I'm just looking around for now."
She smiled again, her eyes bright and welcoming, with a hint of something I had seen before, only usually when chatting up a girl in a bar, and she reminded me that everything in the store was buy one, get one half off. I wished at that moment that her summer dress was somehow half off, revealing those perky young tits of hers and her little erect nipples, and that she was trailing kisses down my chest working those lips toward my ever hardening cock.
Of course she wasn't, and after telling me to let her know if there was anything at all she could help me with, she slowly walked away, on to straighten other shoe boxes. As she left, I noticed how tone and lean her legs were, her fit calves ending perfectly at delicate little ankles. The little heeled sandals she wore were flipping up and down as she walked, teasing me with quick peeks at her sexy little bare feet. My mouth would enjoy the trip from those cute little feet of hers, sucking and kissing their way from her soles, arches and toes, all the way up her legs to the inside her thighs, finally covering her clit and pussy. It has been a while since they had made that exciting of a trek.
"Weren't you here to get flip flops?" my wife asked, snapping me out of my daydream. "You already have sneakers, and besides, those are hideous."
"You don't like these?" I said, pretending to be interested, "Well okay then, where are the flip flops?"
Turns out the flip flops had been right behind me. I guess I hadn't noticed since I was busy admiring the tight young body of the sales girl. By the time I began looking through their selection, the present object of my desire had made her way to the nearby register and was talking to the store manager. I caught myself looking at her more than I should and making eye contact as I browsed the shoes. I made sure to make my funny comments and jokes (or unfunny comments as far as my wife was concerned) loud enough for the redhead and her boss to hear. They were both laughing at what I was saying and making comments back, interjecting and giving me their opinions on some of the ridiculous pairs I was picking up. She thought I was funny, but of course she didn't have to live with me.
Her smile was intoxicating, she was absolutely gorgeous. Instead of trying on these flip flops, I wanted desperately to be bending her over the counter and fucking her from behind, smacking that tight little ass of hers. If real life were like a porno I would have been by now. And of course her manager would have been a much younger and much hotter version of her current self and she would have joined us in a steamy threesome ending with the two of them fighting over who was going to be covered in my cum. Alas, this was real life, and my wife was right here making sure that my overt flirting and threesome negotiating were kept to a minimum.
I finally narrowed my choices down to
three pairs and went to try them on at a bench next to the counter. My wife made her way over to the women's shoes to look for a half price pair. I tried on the shoes while continuing to make small talk with the hot sales girl. She offered her thoughts on the flip flop choices before turning to ring up a woman and her two kids. The woman was buying a pair of pumps that looked like they were five inches or so and were a bright orangish color that I can only assume was coral. When she left, the sales girl came back over to me.
"Have we decided yet?" she said.
"I think so," I said, "I went with the pair that looked the least unattractive on me." I held up the pair that I had decided on.
"Nice, those looked good on you," she smiled.
"Oh really," I said, "I was thinking I should go with some of those white old man sandals over there."
"Whatever! You're not that old yet," she laughed.
I looked over towards my wife, who was still looking over the women's shoes. I could have walked over to see if she was almost ready to go or I could hang out at the register with this redheaded vixen who I was chatting up a bit. I decided to hang where I was.
"So, do you sell many of those bright heels?" I laughed.
"The coral ones? Yeah. I actually have a pair of them. I love em, and they look good on. I'm pretty sure my Lit professor from this past semester loved them too. I wore them to one of our office meetings and he couldn't stop staring at them. I kept busting him. I got an A in his class," she laughed.
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