I have been in the market for a new house for a few weeks. I call a good friend of mine who represents a housing developer. He says he will be happy to show me the model homes that evening.
See, Michael is a very attractive friend. Tall, light brown hair and stunning blue eyes. I have fantasized about him many times while masturbating. He has never made any advances towards me, so my fantasies will stay just that… “fantasies”.
I arrive at Michael’s house armed with my notes of all the houses I have seen. Ready to compare and make more notes. I know he is amused by my seriousness about the house hunt.
I plop all my notes and listings on the kitchen table. Going over each feature I like. Babbling in my frustration. I ask him, what he thinks about a certain floor plan and there is no response. I lift my head to his eyes and he isn’t paying attention to me at all. His eyes dart up to mine, then he quickly looks down at the scattered notes and floor plans. I don’t notice the expression on his face. When I look down to where his eyes were when I caught his glance. I realize am wearing a loose tank top and he had an unobstructed view of my breasts. The expression on his face was embarrassment.
Quickly he says, “I have the keys to all the models, they closed at 6. Ready?” I nod my head, still wondering what just happened.
“Okay, then. We will take my car,” as he helps me collect my belongings.
I talk nonstop in the car, trying to avoid the uncomfortable feeling of how much I liked him seeing my bare breasts. He doesn’t lend much to the conversations. I know things are tense and something has changed the way we relate to each other. We have always talked about everything and never have had a loss for words. We have had intimate talks about sex and our likes and dislikes. Sometimes we talk more like lovers, then buddies. The talks have always been a turn on for me. I often wondered if it was the same for him or if it was like chatting with one of the guys.
The sun is starting to go down, but not yet setting. Michael unlocks the first show home door. Laying his hand on my back as I walk in. His touch feels good, arousing. I have always liked the warmth of his hands…although it has never been a sexual touch. We wander about the house, commenting on certain features of the house. Room to room, house to house.
Stepping into the 4th house I know this is the one I want. I get more excited as I walk around.
The master bath is wonderful. It has a huge glass and brass shower. I step in for a dry run. “This is big enough for two people!!!,” gesturing him in. In my excitement I throw my hands around him, “I love this one”. Something is strange about his embrace, tighter and lingering. He sighs in my ear. I pull back to ask him if he is okay. Immediately I see something different in his face… not the expression from his house. He steps out of the shower and in a shaky voice, “yeah, yeah. I’m fine. So, you like this house, huh?” Looking very uncomfortable. I also step out of the shower stall and stand inches from him. “What’s wrong? Don’t like the house?,” trying to lighten the mood. That look, there is that look again. A lusty look I have thought I had seen in the past, but never as intense.
I take his hand and lead him to the king size master bed. I know if I don’t take the opportunity now, it my never arise again. Standing at the foot of the bed. He sets and I stand between his open knees. Leaning down slowly, looking for any signs that I shouldn’t be doing this. There are none. I kiss him soft and slow on the lips, dragging my lips to his neck. I whisper in his ear, “I have wanted to do that for so long”. Cradling my face in his hands he kisses me, not a soft kiss, but with passion. Something I had no idea he possessed. If I would have known, I would have done it a long time ago. I feel his warm hand on the inside of my thigh. Heat radiates under my shorts. Sliding a single finger under the denim. I inhale deeply and plunge my tongue in his mouth. Tasting him.
He pulls his face back to look at me, “You know what I have wanted to do for a long time?” This all seems so surreal. He says “We have this house to ourselves all night. Being here this late after closing was no accident” He stands, kisses me on the forehead and cradles my face in his hands once again. “Will you stay with me tonight?” I smile and try to speak. He lays his finger on my lips and smiles back.
He turns me around and guides me into the bathroom again. He runs the water in the massive, oval garden tub. Steam begins to bellow up from the faucet. He turns and touches my cheek, “Are you sure about this?” I take his hand and kiss the palm, then work my way to this index finger, sucking gently. Then giving my attention to his lips. He starts to unbutton this shirt. I take his hands and put them on my waist. Then finish unbuttoning his shirt. We are undressing each other. I’m very slow and methodical, as is he. We study each other’s bodies. Exploring, kissing and tasting.
I set on the side of the tub to swing my legs over. He kneels down and lays his hands on my knees. Gently spreading them apart. “Something else I have wanted to do,” leaning his body into me. I feel the warmth of his stomach on my pussy. I surrender control to him. First his tongue circles my nipples, feeling them harden at the tip of his tongue. He moves his mouth to the other nipple, careful not to neglect any inch of my breasts. I can’t remember the last time I was so aroused and the fun has just begun.
Michael knows me very well sexually because I have given him sensitive info in our late night talks. It is extremely obvious that he was paying close attention. He slides his warm lips and tongue down my stomach. I get more anxious. I feel his finger tips tracing the outline of my pussy lips. I let out an approving moan. Encouraging him.
Suddenly, he lifts his head to take my right nipple in his mouth again. Sucking harder and nibbling. It feels so intense. He leans in hard and reaches to turn off the tub water behind me. Looking up and grinning at me, he grabs my hips and pulls my ass to the edge of the tub wall. Of course I don’t resist. Positioning himself directly between my thighs he dips his head in, quickly and feather soft he grazes my already wet pussy with his tongue. My breath is sharply taken away. He repeats the motion several more times. Then spreading my pussy lips with his index and middle finger he slowly licks me. Stopping short of my clit. I try to thrust my hips up farther. I don’t have the leverage. The second pass he doesn’t stop short, but lingers around my clit. Flicking his tongue several times. I feel myself rushing with excitement. He holds tight onto my hips as start to tremble. As I cum he slows his motion, till finally he is only kissing my enter thighs.
He then picks up my feet, swinging them over to the hot bath water. It feels so relaxing. His beautiful smile reassures me that there is no reason to feel uncomfortable. He steps in behind me and sets in the water. I lean my back against his broad chest. I watch his finger tips dance over my skin… my breast, stomach, thighs and neck. His touch is soothing and comforting. I start to feel sleepy. Fully surrounded by his body. He notices I am dozing off and helps me get out of the tub. Dries me off, kissing my skin as he drags the towel over me.
He laces his fingers in mine and leads me to the bed. Pulls the covers back and I cuddle into the soft bed. I quickly fall asleep. Hours pass before I wake. He is setting on the edge of the bed, just looking at me. “Have you been awake all this time?” I ask him. “Yeah, couldn’t sleep. Did you sleep good?” his voice is soft and caring. The sun isn’t yet up, so we have plenty of time left in the house. I would have been very disappointed to wake and have to leave in a rush. I scoot over in the bed so he can lay with me. I snuggle in close, laying my face on his chest. I inhale his smell. I have always loved the way he smelled. I start to kiss his chest. I don’t feel sleepy anymore, only aroused. I lift my body to straddle him. Passionately kissing his lips. Exploring his mouth and tracing his lips with my tongue. I kiss his neck, shoulders, hands and stomach. Trying to take it all in. I slide my hands down his body to his thighs. Kissing a steamy path down his stomach. My chin brushes the head of his cock, coating it with pre-cum. With my right hand I begin to lightly caress his balls. They are tight and warm. With my middle finger I massage the sensitive area behind them. Barely touching him, but knowing he is reacting to my touch. I enclose my left hand around his member softly stoking him. Watching the expression of pleasure on his face, as I do. Simultaneity, I increase the massaging of his balls and stroking him. His hips move against my stokes. Short moans and hissing sounds escape his lips. His reaction makes me very wet. I slow the pace and talk to him in a sweet voice. I tell him how much I want him and how much I have fantasized about him. Then touch my tongue on the tip of his cock, drawing it back, then darting out again. He forces his hips up farther, but I lift my head each time. Wanting to tease him. Gently he lays his hand on my head, tangling his fingers in my long hair. He fights the urge to push on the back of my head. Then forming my lips on the head of his throbbing cock, I suck only the tip while flicking my tongue wildly. His reaction is very welcoming. Sucking with more vigor, I loosen my formed lips and take more of him in. Short dips of my head. Quickly I open my mouth to accommodate all of him. Pressing my lips firmly around the base of his dick.
Feeling the bitter sweet pre-cum in the back of my throat. Slowly, inch by inch I ease my head up. Studying all the sensations on my lips. He inhales deeply, in a jerky fashion. He can’t fight the urge anymore. With my hair wound around his fist he pushes me back down. Keeping my lips taunt and my tongue pressed solidly on the underside of his cock. I feel each pulse of his heart as it rushes blood though his body and hardness. I want to suck him hard and fast, feel his juice flood my mouth. The idea consumes me. What I have fantasized about is to feel him inside me, on me, behind me and beneath me. I want him inside me. My throbbing and swollen bud within my pussy lips is begging me. I release him from my mouth, dragging only my tongue up his balls, base of his cock and to the tip. Looking up at him, he seems to be very content and focused on my touch. When I stop he becomes aware of my stares. I smile at him. He flashes a devilish smile and places his single finger on my chin, encouraging me up. I feel tiny sliding up his large frame. His flesh on mine is exciting. I kiss him, wanting to touch his soul. Our kiss is long and lustful. Almost dragging the life out of me, but making me feel more alive.
Then I raise my body. Firmly planting my feet on either side of his hips. Taking his hands and lacing them in mine. Positioning myself just above him, I lower my hips to meet his. Experiencing him enter me for the first time. I take him all in, then grind my ass on his extended hips. I have full control and leverage. I lock my eyes on his. Using only the muscles in my legs to raise and lower, using his laced finger for balance. An incredible rush if wetness surrounds his cock, buried deep inside. He feels the warms bath him. He quickly pulls my hands to his chest and I let my knees fall to the bed. Michael has decided to take control and molds his hands to my hips. Pushing his hips hard up to me and pulling me down to him. My hands pressed against his chest, trying hard not to dig my fingernails into him. His passion is unmatched so far. Eyes still locked on each other, wetness flowing out of me. He raises his upper body to wrap his arms tightly around me. Then with on hand on the mattress and one around me he flips my back hard on the bed. Grabbing my ass with both hands and thrusting hard. I don’t recognize his voice… it’s a low growl. His body becomes very ridged and forceful. I meet his thrust and push hard on his ass. Suddenly he cries out. Longer and deeper strokes press against my already swollen clit. Heat flashes through my pelvis. My pussy contracts hard on his cock. I moan his name over and over while we both cum. Still buried deep inside I whisper in his ear, “something I have always wanted to do”.
I lay and watch him sleep peacefully. Concentrating on his every feature. He must sense my gaze and slowly opens his eyes and smiles, “what are you doing?”
With no shame I reply, “Just watching you sleep. You talk in your sleep ya know?”
“I do, huh?” Looking at me suspiciously.
“Yep, you sure do. Very interesting, indeed,” I reassure him I heard something juicy in his slumber.
Without another word I walk to the bathroom, flip on the shower and step in.
I close my eyes and think of the nights events. My body aches with desire again. When I open them, he is staring at me through the shower glass.
“No… tell me what I said in my sleep,” showing some concern.
He joins me in the shower, grabs me tight around the waist… pretending to get angry.
“Well, you have to pay for info like that,” I taunt him.
He presses me against the shower wall. Knowing he is much more powerful than I, but would never truly hurt me. I feel his hard cock on my stomach.
“Hummm… I don’t have any cash on me. Will this do?” playing along with my tease.
“That will do,” excited to experience him once again before we part.
He squats as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, then lefts me. Pinning me against the shower wall for support. Holding the backs of my thighs at his hips he slide himself in. Still feels breathtaking. He begins to stroke slowly as I kiss all over his face and neck. Excitement builds and the stokes become deeper and faster. Quickly he cums inside me. Our juices mixing and being washed away.
“Okay… paid in full. What did I say?” anxiously he asks me.
I laugh devilishly, “Not a darn thing.”
I know he is amused, but wouldn’t dare admit it.
We shower each other. His hands feel good on my wet, nude body. He washes my hair with great care and gentleness.
It is time to leave before the neighborhood begins to stir. We collect our things and straighten up the bedroom and bath, just as it was.
I did buy that model of house. Every time I bath in the large, oval tub I’m reminded of that night. I have often masturbated in the hot water of that tub. Now when I masturbate it isn’t just a fantasy, but a memory. Michael visits me often and we have had many nights like that one… just as erotic and romantic.
