Her Teddy Bear

by Mimi Strong

  I slipped off my shoe and slid a stocking-clad foot up his shin and then between his legs.

  “I bet it's enormous,” I said, licking my lips.

  “It's a good size.”

  “Probably bigger than any TV I've ever seen.” My toes made contact with the lump in his pants, and I ran the soft pad of my foot up and down his erection. “Enormous.”

  His eyes fluttered closed then open and he cleared his throat. “My TV hasn't been watched in a very long time.”

  I gently massaged his cock with the sole of my foot, fascinated by how big it was getting. “Tonight may be a special night,” I said. “For your TV.”

  He grabbed my foot as he looked me right in the eyes. He massaged my toes with his fingers as he pressed his hardness into my sole. With intensity, he said, “I don't know how long I'll be able to wait. My TV is dusty.”

  “Let's go,” I said, pulling my foot away and backing up my chair.

  He frowned and bowed his head. “Give me a minute.”

  Of course, he didn't want to walk through a crowded restaurant with an enormous erection.

  I stood. He'd already paid the bill, and I had an idea.

  I pulled him to his feet and quickly turned around, pressing my backside into his hard bulge. I wrapped his arm protectively around my shoulder and said, “C'mon. Stick with me.”

  “Like glue,” he said, and we walked out of the restaurant that way, with my hip protecting his modesty.

  He kept bumping into the round of my ass and the small of my back with his hard cock, and I was nearly delirious with desire for him. I wanted to reach down into his gray slacks and hold it in my hands, feel its weight and heat.

  We got out to the truck in the dark parking lot and he opened my door again. When he lifted me up, my hand went to his crotch and I squeezed at him.

  He leaned in to give me a first kiss. He'd insisted we share each other's dishes over dinner, so neither of us would have to worry about our breath, and as he got closer, I was grateful for that. His lips met mine, and they felt like normal lips, then the beard and hair on his upper lip made contact.

  The beard was actually soft—much softer than stubble.

  He stood next to the truck, leaning in, and I sat in the passenger seat, leaning out, and we kissed, hesitantly at first. And then, he pressed harder against my mouth, his tongue thrusting into me hungrily, probing me.

  I moved back and he moved forward. He reached down between my legs, pressed a button on the base of the seat, and the seat moved backward as the back reclined. The truck had a large cab with a second row of small seats in the back, and my seat nearly reclined to flat.

  He climbed in the truck, still on my side, pulled the door shut, and shifted his body over top of mine. He was big, but the truck was big, too.

  He was supporting most of his weight with one knee on the seat between my knees, and one hand on the console between the seats.

  We kissed this way, lips meeting and pulling apart, tongues touching, hearts beating together.

  I reached down with both hands and started working his belt, unbuckling it.

  “Naomi!” he said, but he didn't stop me.

  I got the front unzipped and released him, though he was still inside his boxer-briefs, a soft, stretchy fabric, black.

  I stroked up and down the length of his hot erection, feeling the graceful curve of his head.

  “Can anyone see us?” I asked.

  “Who cares.”

  “You're right.” I let go of his cock for a moment to ease his trousers down below his hips, feeling his round, muscular butt in my hands.

  Next, I grabbed the elastic waistband of his shorts.

  The reveal.

  Just like those few seconds while your date walks around to the driver's side, this part is full of amazement and wonder.

  Pulling out that glorious erection.

  It was like unwrapping a gift.

  We were cramped in pretty close together, with Trevor awkwardly above me in the vehicle, but I could feel the moist kiss on his shorts from his erection inside, letting out lubricant.

  The interior of the truck was lit only by the dashboard light, pale green.

  I had to pull hard on the elastic waistband to allow his big member out and pull the shorts down.

  What a magnificent piece it was.

  Tall and thick, just like Trevor. The skin was soft and smelled good. He was cut, though he had a little extra ridge of skin in the middle, and when I grabbed him in one palm, the skin moved in my hand, allowing me to stroke the shaft easily.

  He was so hard that I could have used it as a handle and pulled myself up out of my leather seat.

  I shifted my body under him and curled up so I could get that lovely, glistening head into my mouth. My mouth was watering for it. I could have just eaten him right up.

  I popped the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around, mixing his taste into my saliva and wetting him.

  Far below, my pussy was also getting wet, excited.

  I pumped my fist up and down on his shaft while I licked and sucked. There was no way the whole thing was going in my mouth, but I did what I could.

  He said, “Damn, that's good.”

  “Mm hmm?”

  “I mean … damn!”

  “Mmmmmmmmmm.” I moaned a few more times, letting the vibration of my voice tickle my mouth and his hot, throbbing cock.

  “Uh-oh,” he said.

  It got harder, thick and urgent in my mouth and he thrusted a few times.

  “Mmmmmmmmmm,” I said again, then I moved the other hand to cup his balls.

  Give it to me, I thought. Give me your hot come, drown me in it.

  I reached one hand around to his firm ass and squeezed it, encouraging him to come, to come in my mouth.

  “Damn. Uh-oh.”

  Around the fat cock in my mouth, I told him to go for it, to come in my mouth. “Give it to me,” I said between sucks.

  I desperately wanted to feel him deep inside my aching, wet pussy, but I still had my tight-fitting skirt on, plus panties, plus (of all the stupid things) cable-knit tights. He was ready to come, ready to spurt, and there was no time or room in the truck to get him inside my body any way but my mouth.

  Besides, he was young and hard, and he'd be ready to go again soon enough.

  “Damn.” He thrust and tensed.

  I paused before the finish, pulled back, and lapped at his head with the tip of my tongue. I kissed it lovingly, like a prize, then I licked all down the shaft, slowly, and then back up again. I plunged him into my mouth, and his balls tensed up with pleasure, readying for the blast.

  My own pussy began to pulsate in sympathetic pleasure, coming with him in a sense, a sympathy semi-orgasm.

  Ecstasy flooded me as his firm, hot cock pulsated and shot into my mouth.

  I sucked and swallowed, eating him up, loving every taste of it, of his desire for me.

  “Damn,” he said, and he bucked one more time, his cock still hard, still spurting.

  As his spasms diminished and he groaned over me, I massaged the base with one hand as I squeezed his firm buttock. The bottom of my blow-job hand was half-buried in his dark curls. I stroked those silky curls and moved my hand through them. I kept him in my mouth without a guide, and allowed both of my hands to move over his torso, traveling up his stomach and to his chest. He had so much soft fur, like a teddy bear, and I wanted to curl up alongside him and nuzzle his neck, but we weren't exactly in a position to do that.

  Slowly, he pulled back away from me, my leather seat underneath me creaking from the shift of our bodies. I gave the head one last swirl of my tongue and a good suck, with the head now softening and conforming to fit the roof of my mouth.

  He eased out and pulled away from me, a little shaky, and then he said, “Damn,” and let a little of his body weight rest on me.

  I kissed his cheek and said, “You're welcome.”

  One of his hands snaked down under my skir
t and deftly made its way under the tight waistband of my tights. His fingers nudged down, parting my slick lips, feeling around.

  I gasped and shuddered, nearly climaxing on the spot

  “Damn,” he said. “This is a really nice pussy.”

  Breathlessly, I said, “Thanks.”

  “I'm gonna take it home,” he said.

  “Oh, yes.”

  “And I'm gonna make you come, over and over again.” He fingered me, thrusting with two firm fingers, making me quiver.

  “Oh, yes.”

  “Unless you want me to do that right now.”

  We were so tight on space, cramped together in one seat, but I wanted him, and I didn't care. His fingers felt good, so good, but I wanted his cock. I was so close to coming, but I started to think about us being in the parking lot, and people seeing us. I could wait, I decided.

  Just one more minute.

  He twirled one finger around my clit, then fingered me in my wet slit, but the angle wasn't quite right. I moved my hips, thrusting against his gentle pressure, but I was partly pinned by his weight. Being so close but not there was maddening.

  I grabbed his face with my hands, kissed him fiercely, and said, “Get your hand out of my panties and take me to your house.”

  He slowly withdrew his finger and dragged it up and out, across my aching clit.

  “Anything you want,” he said.

  We both glanced down at his cock, which was already hard again and ready to go.

  Again, I cursed my cable-knit tights. If I didn't have them on, we'd be fucking by now.

  But it would be fine. We'd go to his house, take our time, and do it right.

  I reached down and pulled his shorts up, tucking his stiffening member back away. “We'll save that for later,” I said.

  “Anything you want,” he repeated.

  He awkwardly scrambled to get his trousers done up again, then opened the vehicle's door. The air outside was surprisingly chilly compared to the heat we'd generated inside. Our windows were foggy.

  He kissed me on the lips tenderly, then closed the door and walked around to his side.

  I moved my seat upright again and turned my head to watch him as he walked up to his door. He had the biggest smile on his face.

  Part 2: His Place

  Trevor's place was way out in the 'burbs and I teased him about being a country boy.

  When we pulled up to his place, I understood why he didn't live in the cramped city where my parents did.

  He didn't have a straight-in driveway, but one of those crescent-shaped paths that circled around lush landscaping, all lit by gold-hued lanterns. Some lights in the house flickered on as we parked.

  “Is someone home?” I asked.

  “It's on a sensor,” he said.

  “Your house is computerized?”

  He turned and gave me a look that said he was proud of his house. “I get to try things out for the real estate development business, and they're a tax write-off, but … I'd do these things even if it weren't something that made me money.” The truck was stopped, parked, and he turned off the ignition and reached for his door handle. “Life is for enjoying.”

  He stepped out and I unbuckled my seat belt and waited for him to appear at my side, my loins tickling with the thought of touching him some more, of slipping my hands under his shirt and feeling all that great chest hair and those muscles.

  He opened the door and scooped me up roughly, which made me squeal with excitement. He didn't set me down, but kicked the truck door shut with one big foot and carried me all the way into the house.

  Inside, I tried to look around at the place for more clues about Trevor, but as I gazed up at the chandelier in the foyer, he kissed my neck as his hands roamed around my body.

  His touch was incredible, and I wanted him all over me.

  He clutched me and nibbled on my ear as his fingertips traced up and down the curve of my back. His touch was so manly, so heavenly. His voice low and sexy, thick with desire, he said, “Do you want something to drink? I have beer, wine, I even have some of those fruity things girls like. Ciders.”

  “Maybe later.” I reached behind me to the button on my pencil skirt, unfastened it and the zipper, and shimmied out of my skirt. Right there in his brightly-lit foyer.

  He leaned back and took an appreciative look. I was in my tights now, and I was feeling cute, but a bit ridiculous. I kicked off my ballet flats.

  Trevor stepped back and kicked off his shoes. He slipped off his leather jacket and let it fall to the tile floor, then clicked something on a panel on the wall.

  The light shifted, from bright to dim, and soft music began to play.

  “Come here,” he said, patting his hips. “Come jump on me.”

  I ran toward him and jumped up. He caught me easily, and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling the welcoming hard bulge of his crotch, so near, and separated by only a few thin layers of clothing.

  He ran his hands up and down my thighs, squeezing my ass and thrusting his pelvis against mine. I moaned and fluttered my eyes as our centers made contact.

  I said, “Bedroom?”

  He turned me around and set me on a table next to a lamp. He ground into me as he undid his belt.

  “Can't wait,” he said.

  I stopped his hands and said, “Bedroom. Please tell me you have an enormous bed.”

  “King size.”

  With one arm still around his neck, I reached the other hand down and stroked his erection. “King size.”

  He kissed me and easily hoisted me off the side table, the lamp wobbling from the movement but not falling.

  He carried me, wrapped around him, up the stairs and down a hall, into the master bedroom.

  The bed wasn't made, and there were clothes on the floor. The closet door was open, but other than that, the room was a dream, like a great hotel suite, with plenty of space and an enormous poster-frame bed.

  He threw me down on the bed and followed, on hands and knees above me.

  I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my fingers through the soft hair on his chest. I tweaked one nipple and found it was tight and hard. I stroked down his stomach, which was not skinny, but just right.

  A thought popped into my head and I went with it. “Growl for me,” I said.

  “Rowrrrr.”

  “Louder.”

  “Grrrrr.”

  He grabbed the waistband of my tights and yanked them down. My panties went with them, exposing my pussy suddenly.

  “Grrrrr,” he said, and he bent my legs up. From my knees down, I was still caught up in the tights, bound, but he folded my legs over my head and was already in me with one finger, and licking away at my pussy, his tongue driving hard between the folds to lick my special nub.

  I would normally have been self-conscious in this position, exposing everything from my clit to my bum, yet the pleasure and excitement overrode those feelings in a rush of lust.

  He was eating away at me, licking and massaging, and I was a whimpering puddle of desire, holding onto my knees and letting them part as much as they could so he could get at me better. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, but mainly right where he was, between my legs.

  The feeling of orgasm started to build, with heat.

  He growled again, into my pussy, still devouring me. He slid two fingers in and out, probing and thrusting.

  My walls clutched at him and I thrust at him, desperately. I moaned, closed my eyes, and let it happen.

  The pleasure washed over me like the wave of an ocean, and I relaxed, utterly, and succumbed to it.

  As my walls shuddered in ecstasy around his fingers, he slowed, licked a little more, then said, “Damn.”

  After I let out a great sigh, he let go of my legs. They were weak and floppy, and I knew I had a giddy look on my face, but I didn't care.

  He yanked away at my tights, finally pulling them all the way off.

  Then he lay with his body between my legs and he helped me get off
my shirt and my bra.

  “You have amazing tits,” he said.

  He shifted his body up and eagerly fondled and caressed my breasts, nibbling and sucking on each nipple. The pressure of him sucking on them sent a flash of heat through me, and I was ready to go, wanting his cock inside me more than ever before.

  Now I was naked and he was not.

  As he kissed my breasts, tonguing my nipples with electric sensation, I helped him get his shirt off.

  Then we moved on to his pants. Even though his cock had already been revealed once, I wanted to give myself a second exciting reveal, with more light than the dashboard of his truck this time.

  We switched spots, so that he was on his back on his rumpled sheets, which were white, and smelled just a little of him, in a nice way.

  With his pants off, I removed his socks, one at a time, since a naked man with no socks is always better. His feet were big, and nicely shaped, with good-looking toes and trimmed nails. He must have had a shower before the date, as his feet smelled great. As I knelt over him, I got a funny idea (again), and I went for it, sticking his big toe right in my mouth. He jolted a little with surprise, then he let out a moan of pure pleasure.

  I sucked and licked at his toe as though it was his erection, albeit not as large. He squirmed and moaned. “You're killing me, Naomi,” he said. “That is wicked sexy. Damn!” I massaged his foot lightly as I sucked some more, until he said, “Damn!” again.

  Making him want me and keeping him waiting was fanning my desire some more, and my hot little ladycave was wet and wild.

  I let his toe out of my mouth and slowly crawled back up the length of him. He was so gorgeous, lying there on his rumpled white sheets, in his bedroom with the soft, gold, computer-controlled lighting. The music was still playing, but not loud enough to be distracting.

  I straddled one of his big, muscular thighs, and softly rode it for a moment, undulating my torso and showing off my tits for him.

  He gobbled me up with his eyes, and finally, I grabbed for the waistband of his shorts, pulled them away from his stiffness, and eased them down.

  I leaned forward and licked the head, not putting him my mouth, but teasing all around the ridge of the head with my tongue.

  He growled again, like a bear this time, and I rewarded him by putting the head in my mouth and giving it a little suck. He growled, and I took him deeper. He kept growling like an animal, that rumbling voice sending erotic thrills through my body, and I sucked him as though time had stopped and there was nothing else in the world but me and that magnificent cock.