I stayed mostly silent as my girlfriends debated the pros and cons of naked men. I initially paid attention, but must admit that in a very short while I found myself thinking of naked men. I thought of the gorgeous guy that passed us, I thought of a couple actors, but ultimately I thought about my husband. I thought about them all naked and I liked it. Oh, there was a lot that I liked about naked men, but it all kept coming back to their dick. I can't say why, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Of course I loved feeling of it in my pussy, but that's not what my mind was stuck on. And despite what some people say about blowjobs being for men only, I loved them too. I loved the feeling of a throbbing dick in my mouth, I love the noises that I could induce in my husband, I loved the spasms that his body would make, and I loved his hot and sticky cum in my mouth. But no, my mind wasn't thinking about that either.
Driving home and arriving at the house, all I could think about was looking at his dick. I realized that in actuality, I almost never saw his dick. Yes, I saw my husband naked all the time, but seeing your naked husband walk out of the shower doesn't really count. I almost never saw his dick hard. I'd certainly felt it hard, and sucked it hard, and fucked it hard, but I hadn't really seen it hard.
Just about then, I heard his car pull into the driveway. Needless to say, I was super horny and I was definitely going to get some dick. I greeted him and the door and gave him a big hug and kiss. He knew something was up when I gave him the kiss as it wasn't the typical "welcome home" kiss. He asked how my day was and I told him I went shopping with a few friends. Right then, an idea popped into my mind and I told him to put his bag away and then come into the bedroom and I'd show him the clothes I bought. (I hadn't bought anything, and so that's exactly what I would show him – nothing.) I ran into the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and waited for him to come in. I was standing naked next to the bathroom door when he entered. His eyes grew wide when he saw me and simply muttered, "um".
"Well babe, I didn't buy any clothes today, so I have nothing to wear."
As he approached, I decided it was time to make sure I got what I wanted, so I told him to stop. Five feet from me, with a somewhat puzzled look on his face, he stopped. "If you want to come any closer, you're going to have to get naked too." He quickly obeyed as I knew he would.
I looked him over a bit, but my eyes focused on his dick. It was clearly bigger than it had been a few minutes ago, but it certainly wasn't hard. He took another step towards me, but I stopped him again (it was time to have a little fun with him). "I thought you'd be happy to see me."
When he replied that he was, I pointed at his dick and countered, "Really? Because it looks here that you're only somewhat happy to see me."
His dick immediately bounced a bit as blood pulsed into it. Watching that made me happy. He knew that I had something up as I never really acted like this before. I decided that I'd tease him a little first, so informed him, "You know we're not going to have sex."
Again, the puzzled look returned to his face. I approached him slowly before suddenly grabbing his dick with my left hand. I wrapped my thumb and fingers around the shaft and felt it harden some more then added, "So if we're not going to fuck, what should I do with this?"
I'm not sure if he was trying to think of a response or just trying to figure out what had gotten into me, but either way he stood there speechless. I adjusted my hand on his dick while he thought. He started with, "Well..." but then trailed off. Even with the slight movement of my fingers, I could feel his dick continue to grow. I knew why he wasn't speaking – he didn't need to. Why should he speak when he had a naked girl holding his dick in her hands?
"Well, I guess I could suck it." As his eyes widened at this obviously pleasurable suggestion, I felt his dick pulsate as more blood flowed into it. Suddenly, I squeezed it tightly and added, "No, I don't think I'm really in the mood to suck it."
Again, the confusion struck him. Who knew what was going through his mind? I certainly didn't, but I did know what was going through mine. With a firm grasp on his shaft, I walked him over to the bed and lay down. He crawled into bed after me and started to lay on top when I had to remind him that we weren't going to have sex. Finally, he managed a coherent sentence, "So what are we going to do?"
"Well," I started as I dragged him into bed. Never letting go of his cock, I guided him over me so that while I was lying on my back with my head propped against a pillow, he was kneeling over me, one leg on each side. I tugged him up towards me so that his dick was right above my breasts, a little less than a foot from my face. I continued, "Well, you're not going to do anything..." with that, I finally let my right hand join the party and with both hands on his dick, I looked him in the eyes and added, "but I'm going to make you cum."
Already I had noticed that his dick was leaking some of that oh so sweet clear and sticky juice, but certainly with that last sentence, I felt a little more ooze out. My right hand drifted to his balls and began gently massaging them between its fingers. I took my left hand off for a second so I could get a better look at what I was dealing with. Circling my right thumb and index finger around his sac, I gently squeezed and pulled down a little bit so I could get a better view.
There floating erect about my nipples was a beautiful site. Long and hard, it stood there waiting for me. I used just the index finger of my left hand to oh so lightly touch the very tip of that structure. In tiny little circular motions, I rubbed my index finger over the mouth of his cock. I watched his dick pulse and throb with each circle. As my right hand squeezed ever so tighter around his balls, I traced my left finger from the tip down the shaft. As my finger glided down his dick it left a glistening trail of sweet pre-cum.
Looking up at his face for a moment, I noticed that his eyes were closed. I smiled, as I knew that meant that he was doing just fine. When I moved my finger back up the length of his shaft to that ever so sensitive frenulum, I felt the strongest pulsation yet course through his cock and I smiled again, as I knew that as much fun as he was having, I was having even more. I watched his veins engorge with blood and the rock in my hands hardened even further, if that was even possible.
I squeezed and stroked and heard a moan. And then I realized that it wasn't really his dick that I so wanted to see, it was his orgasm. I wanted his cum and I wanted it now! I tensed my fingers and rubbed his slippery juices firmly into his dick. I made a fist around his dick and squeezed as hard as I could. I watched as a trickle of more clear fluid escaped. But I didn't want a trickle of clear fluid; I wanted an explosion of semem. I slid my fingers up and down and up and down over the front of his dick. As his moans grew louder, so my anticipation grew.
His muscle began to contract and I knew the moment was soon. Without thinking, I screamed, "Give it to me." His eyes opened and looked down at me while I grabbed and tugged and squeezed and rubbed. And just then it happened. I felt his dick throb as a wave of warmth surged through it and exploded. As if in slow motion, I stared as his hot and thick wad of cum shot up into the air. His dick was pointing straight towards the ceiling and so I watched his sperm fly up above my chest. But even as I watched, more cum erupted from his dick. I watched as his cum shot landed on my chest, directly between my breasts. I kept squeezing and massaging his dick while more thickness cascaded over my fingers.
My hands were a thick and sticky mess and I loved it. The best part was that I knew the night was just beginning...
The End.
An Unknown Stranger
Maddy was still in bed asleep, her hair an explosion of color on the pillow. The soft, cotton sheet had slid down to her waist, exposing her naked upper body. She lay on her side, breasts moving peacefully in and out. Her face looked serene.
Barrin felt the urge to jump back into bed and snuggle into Maddy's naked softness. No time for that unfortunately. The surge in his cock as he pulled up his zipper made him painfully aware there hadn't been much time for any of that in the last month. He and Maddy had been like two
ships passing in the night. Their work and personal schedules had been so full that a sleepy kiss was all they could manage most of the time.
Finally things were slowing down. Barrin knew that tomorrow and Sunday were free for both of them. They'd been too busy to plan anything yet. He was thinking it would be nice to spend the weekend away from home — away from the phone, the chores, the inevitable interruptions — when he remembered a conversation he had with Maddy a couple of months ago.
In the afterglow of a particularly enjoyable lovemaking session, they had started talking about sexual fantasies. It wasn't the first time they'd touched on the topic, of course. But this time they shared a few more secret desires, amid some chuckles and raised eyebrows. Then Maddy started to share another one and stopped. It took him several minutes of persuasion to get it out of her. Finally, once Barrin had promised he wouldn't react negatively, she blurted out that she was turned on, occasionally, by the thought of making love with a total stranger. She immediately explained that she would never act upon it — she loved him and only him.
He was surprised by the revelation, but not offended. To be honest, he had entertained similar fantasies from time to time.
Barrin quickly gathered his things as an idea began to solidify in his mind. He hurried out the front door. It was getting late. He had to get to work and now he had some other interesting preparations to fit into the day.
* * * * * *
For Maddy, her Friday followed same old routine as any other weekday. Out of bed, shower, clothes on, a quick bite and then off to the office. The last few weeks had been a grind. She was relieved that it was the end of the week and that she had the weekend free for a change.
It was mid-afternoon when a workmate tracked her down in the supplies room.
"Maddy, Barrin's on line two for you."
"I'm busy for about ten minutes. Tell him I'll call him right back," she answered. She was glad he called. She wanted to do something special with him this weekend, but wasn't sure what yet. They could discuss it.
A few minutes later she dialed his work number. His cheerful voice came on the phone before the first ring ended. "Hi Sweet Buns!"
"Hi, lover," she said with a chuckle. "That's a dangerous thing to say without knowing for sure who you're talking to. I doubt your clients would like it as much as me."
Barrin laughed. "Well, I just had this premonition it was you. I've been thinking about you all day."
"Really? You've been on my mind too," confirmed Maddy, her spirits rising.
"Listen, I just wanted to tell you that I won't see you after work. I . . ."
"What?" Maddy exploded, her spirits plummeting.
"No listen!" Barrin insisted. "I have a plan. You'll like this. You've always wanted to make love to a total stranger and I've found the perfect candidate for you."
"What!! . . . I don't . . . "
"Wait Maddy! Let me explain before you say anything," Barrin broke in forcefully. "I want you to go home after work and relax. You'll find a new bottle of bath oil on the bathroom counter. Have a nice, long, hot bath. Once you're done, indulge yourself with a little extra moisturizer and fragrance, so that every inch of your skin feels and smells wonderful. Pamper your body. Pack a small overnight bag. Just the bare necessities. Have a bite to eat if you want. Wear something that makes you feel sexy. Then at exactly seven o'clock I want you to walk into the lobby of the Delta Hotel. They'll have a key waiting for you, for room 604, the honeymoon suite. Go to the suite, then go to the bedroom and get undressed. Are you with me so far?"
Maddie didn't reply for a few seconds. Then said, "You're crazy!"
"On the bed you'll find a blindfold. Once you're completely naked, put it on nice and tight. Then I want you to lie down on the bed and wait," continued Barrin.
Maddy's face flushed. She wanted to tell him he was out of his mind, but he definitely had her attention. Her imagination had already gone to work. She felt that familiar, subtle wave of arousal sweep through her. What he was asking her to do was fascinating enough to hear more.
"Go on," she finally uttered.
"You'll hear the door open. The stranger in your fantasy will come in and make love to you while you're blindfolded. He won't say a thing, not even a word, so that all of your senses will be tuned completely onto what's going on inside you. I guarantee your gorgeous body will have one of it's greatest explosions ever!"
"But it'll really be you, right?" Maddy said quickly.
"You'll have to trust me completely, Sweet Buns. I would never do anything to hurt or offend you," he replied vaguely.
Maddy's heart rate had accelerated. The idea of actually having sex with a stranger was outrageous, totally insane — but the picture Barrin had painted for her was definitely intriguing. Plus she knew he was just trying to trick her into thinking it would be someone she didn't know. Of course it would be him! Could she really do it, not knowing for sure? Still, even if she was certain it was him, she could imagine it wasn't and sort of live her fantasy that way. It could be a lot of fun. Hell, it was better than anything she'd thought of doing this weekend. In spite of her nervousness, it didn't take long for Barrin to convince her. Before saying yes, she asked him to repeat the instructions again.
"Okay... I'll do it," she finally committed, heart in her throat.
"Excellent Babe! I'm excited for you. Love you!"
She listened to the dial tone for a few seconds before putting the phone down.
* * * * * *
"Boy, are you ever blushing," Her co-worker joked when Maddy returned to the front. "What did Barrin say to you?"
"Oh . . . he was just telling me how much he loves me," she fibbed, blushing deeper, thinking that her friend somehow knew what they discussed.
"Aww... how sweet!"
Yeah, how sweet, Maddy thought. My boyfriend wants me to have sex with a stranger!
The rest of her work day was completely unproductive. Time seemed to slow down. Her computer screen made no sense. Her body parts seemed to be moving too fast. She felt jittery, out of synch. She kept going over Barrin's instructions in her mind, filled with 'what if' thoughts. The drive home was an adventure in nervousness.
Once safely in the door, she headed straight for the bathroom. Was it there? Yes it was. Barrin really was crazy! A new bottle of bath oil was resting on a fresh towel beside the bathtub. Excitement filled her. She was delighted by the gift. She quickly filled the tub and shucked her clothes. She added a double portion of scented oil to the steaming water. It smelled beautiful. She wanted to absorb the fragrance, make it part of her skin.
Gingerly, she eased her body into the hot water, but found it impossible to relax as Barrin had suggested. Her heart wouldn't stop racing. She was unable to lie still. Instead, Maddy busied herself with a facecloth, washing every nook and cranny of her body, cleaning away the day's fatigue, rubbing the sweet smelling fragrance into her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her buttocks, her nether regions, softening each part of her.
Once out of the bath, the rest of her preparations — moisturizer, perfume strategically applied, hair touched up, make-up done, overnight bag prepped — went much too fast. Even choosing what to wear took a fraction of the usual time, because she knew her clothes would be coming right off again anyway. She skipped the snack. She was too nervous and too turned on to think about food. By six o'clock she was completely ready to go and pacing in the living room. She had long given up the idea of keeping her panties dry.
* * * * * *
The drive to the hotel was like a dream. She walked into the plush lobby at the stroke of seven. She was sure everyone was looking at her. Her face felt hot. She willed her feet to carry her to the reception desk. Nervously, she told the clerk her name and he quickly produced a key. There was a big smile on his face. He must know all about this, she thought, completely embarrassed. But there was no turning back now.
She found the elevators. Thankfully, one of them opened the instant she pressed the 'up' button.
She was relieved that no one entered with her. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought as the doors closed and the elevator began to rise. She moaned and ground her ass against the elevator wall. Her body was alive with anticipation.
Then she was there. Room 604. Her hands shook as she unlocked and opened the large oak door. The suite was beautiful. Very ornate. Rich colors. Victorian in style. After closing the door behind her, she paused briefly to take in her surroundings. Very warm and comfortable. I like it, she decided.
The bedroom door was standing ajar. There was a light on inside. Her heart leapt as she looked through the opening. Lying on the edge of the king-sized bed, with its beautiful linens, was an unusual-looking blindfold. It's really happening, she thought, this isn't a dream! And beside the blindfold was a piece of paper. A note!
Maddy put down her bag and quickly scooped it up. The handwriting was stylish and unfamiliar. It read: "Champagne for a gorgeous lady! Your picture is stunning! I feel extremely lucky to have the opportunity to make love to such a beautiful woman. Allow me to fulfill your wildest fantasy! A toast to our rendezvous!"
The romantic tone of the note was nice. And the flattery. Very nice! Champagne? She looked up. On the night table beside the bed was an ice bucket, holding a bottle of Moet & Chandon. Beside the bucket was a single champagne flute.
Picture? Did he say picture? Maddy's mind whirled. Her body rippled with nervous excitement. Nice touch, she thought. Whatever Barrin was up to he was doing a good job of trying to convince her that he'd actually found a stranger to make love to her. Yet she didn't think he'd let some guy she didn't even know see her naked, let alone fuck her. Or would he?
And the blindfold! They didn't own anything like that. It was made of latex rubber, with two padded 'cups' that fit over the eyes and a pair of buckles at the back. My god, that thing will really make me blind, she thought, panic rising inside her. I won't be able to peek at all!
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