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Working Hard
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Working Hard
I've seen you around at work, but never got a chance to talk to you until
one day, I run into you in the small exercise room (one of the fringe benefits
of working for a small, high-tech company). You are busy with some free
weights, so I set up the nautilus machine. I'm not in the best of shape, and
wouldn't mind losing a few pounds and inches off my butt.
After a couple of fruitless attempts to budge the bar, I get up to figure
out if I've left it locked. I'm staring at the chrome and cable contraption
when you stand behind me and lift off a couple of weights, saying "Sorry, I
left these on." I'm amazed at how much stronger than me you must be, as I
struggle with the weight that's left on the machine. I proceed with my
workout, watching you do yours out of the corner of my eyes. Your body dwarfs
mine, yet you clearly have it well disciplined. I'm half inspired, half
challenged by your prowess, and I work harder than I have before. My blood is
pumping and I'm soaking my leotard with sweat. Your rippling muscles are
coated with a sheen of sweat as well. I'm thinking I haven't sweated so much
around a guy before, except during sex. The idea of making it with the hot
mass of grunting muscle just a few feet away from me does cross my mind.
Suddenly, a lightning bolt sears through my right leg. I've overdone it,
and now I have the most excruciating cramp. I roll off the machine, and am
grabbing my leg when suddenly, you're there, straightening my leg and
massaging the cramp out. In moments, the pain has been reduced to a tolerable
ache. "Thanks," I moan.
"You should be more careful," you lecture me, "and work up to it. Too
many people try to do too much too fast." As you're talking, you're still
rubbing my leg and thigh, matter of factly.
You don't seem to want to stop, and I don't exactly want you to, but
eventually, the silence becomes awkward, so I say, "Well, I guess I've had
enough for one day." You stand up, and help me up, lifting me easily up off
the floor. Before I go, I give you a quick hug saying, "Thanks again for
helping me out."
I rinse off with a quick shower, then wrap a towel around me and head for
the sauna. The heat penetrates my sore muscles as I hear you knock on the
door and ask, "Can I come in?"
"Sure," I reply. The towels make us more modest than we had been
earlier, but your sculpted body is still well displayed. We talk about work
and working out and get to know each other until the timer dings and the sauna
shuts off. It's the moment of truth. If one of us doesn't do or say something
soon, we'll just get dressed and go our separate ways.
He:
I don't want it to end. The heat and lazy conversation are the perfect
antidote to a much too heavy schedule. I am more relaxed than I have been in
days. Even more amazing, I am thinking about something besides work. I roll
my head to the side and open one eye. You are laying there, the towel wrapped
around you giving subtle hints of the lush body it conceals. You don't seem
to be in any hurry to leave either. My eyes wander over your body, my head
filling with the memory of your smooth skin. Thoughts drifting "I wonder what
it's like to...."
Somewhere in the fog my rational mind sets off an alarm "you're only
wearing a towel fool! how you going to explain the pup-tent you're erecting?"
Time for a stratigic retreat. I roll into a sitting position. "It's gonna get
cold in here real quick, we better go. Let me buy you dinner?" You change
position, now you are sitting accross from me, your elbows on your knees, head
down. Slowly you lift your head. God, I could get lost in those eyes.
"Sure" we stand together "how about Chi....uh". The cramp is back with a
vengance, I catch you as you start to fall. I take your weight and for a
second you are suspended in space. Gingerly I lower you back to the bench.
"This one is going to be around for a while, swimming would help." You
didn't hear me, you're staring at something, your gaze is fixed on...my
crotch. I must have dropped my towel when I moved to catch you. Still
semi-erect, your obvious interest brings a familliar throbbing. With as much
composure as I can fake, I casually pull the towel back around my waist. I
take your leg in my hands and begin working on the cramp. "...so soft, so
smooth --- Christ think about something else!!"
"Do you think you can walk on it?" You nod yes. There is a hint of a
tear in your eye, realizing the depth of your pain, my growing lust is set
aside. "You need a drink, a few very cautious laps in the pool, and a stint
in the hot tub. I know just the place. Let's get you dressed." I lift you
off the bench and carry you into the women's locker room. We catch a middle
aged woman changing out of her jogging sweats. She lets out a quick squeek,
but before she can say anything I cut her off "Medical Emergency".
I set you down in front of your locker and you tell me you can take it
from here, you'll meet me out side. Glancing up I find the woman staring.
Shit, I've dropped the damn towel again. Turning I force myself to walk
normally on my way out of the room. I shower and dress quickly.
I am waiting for you when you step out of the locker room. I stand close
and slipping an arm around your waist I take most of your weight. Helping you
out to my car, I keep being dsitracted by the feel of your body in my arms.
Full, firm, nubile. Your eyes do most of the talking as I drive us into the
foothills. I notice you relax a bit when I say that I'm house-sitting for a
friend with more money than brains. Old money, he has this great place that
he rarely uses. Most important, there is a pool, a hot tub, and a four star
kitchen............
She:
As we pull into the driveway, I find myself amazed, apprehensive,
excited.I can't believe I've agreed to this, but somehow you seem so nice, so
safe. Your gentleness despite your strength assures me in a fatherly sort of
way now that we are dressed, but I can't quite put aside the memory of that
naked muscular body, and the dark lump of flesh that dangled from it that I
had glimpsed earlier. We arrive, and you offer me a drink. I decide to keep
control of myself for the time being and choose a Perrier. I limp through a
brief tour of the place, ending at the pool, which looks inviting with the
steam rising off it. The dilemma is that I don't have a suit, but you say
you'll go look for one in the house. I start to undress, but when I'm down to
bra and panties and you haven't returned, I quickly slip them off and jump
into the warm water. I pause after a couple of laps to see you standing at
the edge wearing a suit that barely contains your bulge. The pool lights
highlight the contours of your body.
"Take it easy, now," you warn me, "I couldn't find a suit for you, so
I'll let you have some privacy." You set down some towels and go back into
the house. I watch your hard ass ripple as you walk away, wondering why you
put your suit on if you weren't going to swim.
I can see you through the window, and it looks like you're working on
dinner. After a few minutes, you return, saying, "You should really come out
now. You don't want to overdo it."
"But I'm enjoying myself," I reply.
"You won't be happy if you're sore all day tomorrow," you warn.
"Oh, don't be a wet blanket," I tease. You know if you leave, I'll get
out of the pool, but you can't take your eyes off me, and don't wanty you to
watch me emerge. I'm in a playful mood, however, and I splash you, saying "If
you want me, you're going to have to come and get me." You pause for an
instant, trying to decide how seriously I meant what I said, but in the next
instant, you're in mid air in a graceful dive into the water. There's no way I
can escape you and, momentarily, you have me in your arms and are moving
towards the shallow end. I don't exactly resist, my arms around your neck, as
you ascend the steps out of the pool. My naked flesh against your chest and
arms, my arms around your neck, I can't help but kiss you. You're surprised,
but don't hesitate to kiss back.
During a pause, I whisper, "I didn't get to properly thank you earlier."
I'm like a doll in your powerful arms, and you hold me like a new found
treasure.
You lift me to place your mouth on my nipples, hardened by the coolness
ofthe evaporating water, your lips and tongue hot by comparison. You lean
against a low wall, your mouth searching over my body as my hands stroke your
chest. You tongue my navel, and move lower, when suddenly, it seems like
we're unbalanced and I feel like I'm falling. Whether by design or fortuitous
recovery, I end up upside down, your hands holding my hips, my face towards
your body, my thighs instinctively clenched on your head. I expect you to put
me down, but I am shocked instead by your mouth on my pussy.
"Hey," I start to yell, "what are you doing, put me....", but the panic
of thinking I was being dropped is gone, and although the position is not
comfortable, I begin to see the merits of it. I ease up the grip of my legs,
but still feel securely held. Your tongue is exploring my damp forest, and a
warmth is beginning to develop there. I'm not yet used to the dizzy feeling
of being upside down, and as I try to look up, my left boob hangs down to my
chin, but since you seem to have things (especially me) under control, I relax
a little. I close my eyes and enjoy the munching you are giving my cunt lips.
This position gives me some interesting freedom of movement, and I
stretchmy legs different ways, feeling how the tensing of muscle beneath my
sensitive tissues affects the sensation. As the heat spreads from my crotch
through my body, I experience the warmth of yours from the grip I have on you.
I feel something against my forehead, and I open my eyes to see the head of
your cock, no longer able to be contained by your suit. I reach to extract it
completely, and cannot believe the size of it. It clearly wasn't fully erect
when I saw it earlier. The thickness is what surprises me, it matches well
the overall muscular development of your body. I kiss the bulbous head, and
lick gently around it, getting used to it from this new perspective. I am
unsure how much I can get in my mouth without nicking it with my teeth, but
figure the only way to find out is to try. When I slowly move my lips over
it, drawing it in by gentle suction, you pause in your cunt feast. I worry
about gagging in this position, but still get more in than I thought I would.
As I set up a slow rhythm, you sigh deeply, and resume your work on me. I
don't think I can come in this position, but the blood pounding in my head,
and the warm tingling in my pussy argues otherwise.
I do my best trying to return the stimulation, but my inexperience in
this predicament causes me to give less than I receive. I'm ready to suggest
we try another arrangement when I pass the threshhold. I'm afraid it is all I
can do to hold on as your tongue dances on my clit, my legs thrashing, my gut
yearning for the release. I can taste it for a long minute, knowing it is
near but just out of reach. I oscillate between being frustrated because it
hasn't happened yet and demanding that it come. I don't know how you hold
onto me the way I try to grind my sex against your face. Then it comes, and
the liquid pleasure seems to soak into my body from your face, trickling down,
filling me with its heat. Your gentle nibbling continues until I feel I am
glowing and the orgasm has run its course. I think you are going to put me
down, but you simply turn me upright, holding me against you, your hands
squeezing my ass, my legs spread wide by your body, our lips sealed together.
Slowly you lower me onto your shaft. I feel like I am floating, and in a
docking maneuver more graceful than any NASA ever did, your dick slides deep
inside me. They say vaginas are one size fits all, but your penis certainly
tests the hypothesis.
When I sink down on you, I feel totally supported by your massive pillar.
You move me up and down by my ass, my breasts crushed against your chest,
sliding up and down with the motion. It's almost as if you are masturbating
yourself with my cunt. You completely control the accelerating pulse, and I
just hold on for dear life. I know I won't come again, and want so much to
experience yours, I focus all my attention on how my sheath swallows your
sword. I'm sure you are leaving an imprint of every ridge, curve, and vein in
my hot wet tunnel. I feel your grasp tighten as you hold me still, your probe
at its deepest, every muscle tense. We freeze in suspended animation, and
then I feel it, your love muscle throbbing inside me, small twitches magnified
by the sensitive flesh enfolding it. When you finally release your grip, I
realize we have both stopped breathing, and we both gulp air, feeling the
oxygen return to our lungs. We just look into each other's eyes as you slowly
lower me and my feet finally touch the ground. Feeling sated on one level,
after a few minutes, a different hunger starts to gnaw. "How about that
dinner?" I ask.
He:
I am more than a little suprised by the sudden burst of passion. Rarely
has sex felt this 'right'. I look at you, standing in front of me, relaxed,
confident. Your body is full, lush, the smooth curves a bit softer than
current fashion would dictate, to me you are the essence of what a woman
should be. The memory of you, only minutes old, rekindles my lust. A bit
sheepish for being caught staring I ask you to repeat the question.
"When do we eat?"
"Right now" I lead you to a balcony with a view of the valley and the
bay, sheltered from the lights of the house a small candle provides a warm
glow. The warmth of the evening feels good, neither of us mentions dressing.
I settle you down with a glass of white wine and head into the house to fetch
dinner. Knowing that hot food would be too heavy, I picked something light
and simple. Chinese chicken salad, ever so slightly sweet and tart, snowpeas,
fresh and crisp, with a five-spice sauce for dip, and some leftover dim-sum
from my last great cooking frenzy. We are hungry, eating quietly, with
relish, we consume a salad that was supposed to feed four, along with a bottle
of wine.After we eat, you settle onto a couch positioned especially to enjoy
the view.
The table cleared and a fresh bottle of wine in my hand I sit next to you
on the couch and am rewarded by having you curl into my arms and rest your
head on my shoulder. We drink and talk, finding that we have much in common,
eventually the talk dies and we just enjoy each other's company. All the
while our fingers gently caress and explore. The gentle touches are made even
more erotic by the lack of conscious sexuality. When I kiss your cheek you
are slow to respond, but your eyes are full of warmth.
"It's getting cool, we need to go in, we don't want to risk getting a
chill in that leg." Reluctantly you nod "yes". You start to move and are
caught a little off guard as I stand with you in my arms, then your arms wrap
around my neck and your head settles back on my shoulder. The kitchen is
bright, cheerful, the lights don't provide the painful shock I expected.
"Dessert?"
"What?"
"How about coffee and Obscene Cheesecake?" The question on your face
dosen't need words. "Trust me." The coffee comes quickly, rich and dark, an
expensive grind that came with the house. In an instant I offer a very plain
looking piece of cheesecake. Still uncertian, you stare for a bit before
taking it. "Try it"
Clipping off the point of the wedge with your fork, take a small bite.
Your mouth is filled with an incredible flavor, CHOCOLATE, heaven. "Mummmm.."
"Frangelico and white chocolate, it doesn't look like much, but then it
doesn't have to." We eat slowly, savoring the cake n small bites. We chat,
movies and work, then I notice a definet change in your mood when your eye
lands on the clock. Hesitantly you turn towards me, "I...", my finger presses
against your lips, cutting you off in mid sentance, "I want you to stay."
She:
It felt so comfortable, nestled against your big warm body as we talked,
idly caressing each other, holding hands, me rubbing your chest, you stroking
my breasts in an almost non-sexual way. Although we have made love and are
naked, it is still more like a first date, as we talk and learn things about
each other. As the conversation slows, I realize we are approaching another
moment of truth. I look at the clock -- it's midnight. I don't want to
assume you want me to stay, I don't know if I trust myself to stay, but I feel
so close to you that I don't know if I can make myself leave. I start to
phrase a question in a positive way, to say "I wonder if I should get going",
but I don't get past the first "I" before you interrupt and say "I want you to
stay." I have only a second to consider all the possibilities, what I'm
getting into, whether I should play it safe, but I hear my voice say a slow
simple "OK" and realize I'm past the point of no return. We go through the
motions as if we are just going to sleep, as opposed to going to bed. You
give me a T-shirt, which is almost a dress for me. Knowing that the material
against my skin has been against yours gives me a warm feeling.
Perhaps for my benefit, you put on a loose pair of underpants as we crawl
in bed and turn out the light. We snuggle up next to each other to go to
sleep, but after five minutes, it's clear neither of us are going to nod off
right now. Our hands roam each other's chest, back and thighs, spreading
warmth and comfort. Gradually, the stroking presses the unspoken limits, your
hand moving up my thigh until it's cupping my ass, my finger circling in on
your nipples. This continues, slowly getting more explicit, until at one
point, we simultaneously release long sighs, realizing what's happening half
way through, and ending with soft moans in harmony. There's no way for me to
avoid encountering your cock stiffly stretching your underpants, and your
fingers detect the wetness gathering in my slit. I gently extract your organ,
my fingers stroking it, squeezing gently the muscular shaft, massaging the
softer meaty end. Almost in slow motion, I lay on my back and bend my right
leg. You move a little lower and closer on your side, positioning yourself
for a half-rear entry. Somehow, I know I've had this inside me before, but
the size of it casts doubt, as the head presses against my opening.
You apply gentle pressure, allowing me to wiggle my cunt over it,
spreading my lubricants on your dry skin, allowing it to begin to penetrate.
I squirm and press until your round head is inside me. Your probe stretches
my flesh pleasantly, like waking from a nap. We pause with you part way in to
kiss, your hand under my T-shirt, gently massaging my boobs. I reach down to
touch your penis, stroking your testicles, my palm rubbing my labia in the
process. I'm surprised by how much of you seems left, given how much it feels
like you have inside me. Nonetheless, there is more room, and you continue
your penetration, now slightly thrusting, but moving in two millimeters, out
one millimeter. I turn slightly on my left side, my right leg up. As I lower
and raise my leg, it gives a tighter and looser fit, although it is never less
than snug. Your fingers roll my nipples as my one hand caresses your balls
and the other reaches behind me to hold your butt. It seems like this slow
motion insertion could go on forever, but finally you have no more to give.
Your piston is at top dead center, and my cylinder is well lubricated. We
kiss over my shoulder, and I feel your hot breath on my ear and neck.
He:
It's all so easy, so natural, that it is several seconds before I realize
that this is all happening faster than I want it too. Almost involuntarily, I
make a few long strokes, the sensation of your hot tightness almost pushing me
beyond the limits of control. I hear your murmured protest as I slide out of
you. I roll you to your back and press forward, not entering you, the shaft
pressed tightly against your mons, my lips on yours. Ever so slowly I explore
your body with my mouth, my tongue. Butterfly kisses on your eyelids, tender
nibbles on your neck, soft smacking kisses between your breasts, firm
love-bites on your nipples, a probing tongue in your navel, teeth tugging
lightly at your pubic hair, firm full kisses on your legs, the softest touch
behind your knees, gentle sucking on your toes. Taking my time, I savor your
body with my mouth. Finished with one leg I work my way back up, pausing for
a few moments to taste your sweetness, then down the other leg. As the first
toe leaves my lips I roll you over and begin my return trip. At the top of
your leg I press my face forward and my tongue enters you, probing, opening,
scooping your abundant fluids into my mouth.
She:
When you first withdraw, I think I am going to cry, but your constant
attentions keep the tension up. As you wander around my body, you spread
little pockets of warmth and electricity until every nerve ending is involved.
As I lay on my stomach and you finally move up behind me, I'm so ready to have
you back inside me. You place your bulbous head against my opening, and we
lean into each other, nestling your plug in my socket like my hips slip into
my favorite old jeans. You slowly move forward and back, and I spread my legs
and lower my shoulders to take you more deeply.
My tender flesh is swollen and super sensitive, and your exploring organ
keeps finding new ways to stretch my cunt. I realize I am holding my breath
because I can hear the slurping of my vagina trying to hold your penis inside
me when you withdraw and your belly hitting my ass when you refill the vacuum
you created. Then I know why I'm holding my breath, as the spasms start, and
the pleasure seems to emerge from every part of me, not just from my pussy, my
toes tingling, my nipples resonating, my face flushed, my legs melting. I
collapse on the bed, and you slip out of me, but lay on top of me, your weight
warm and protective as I focus inward on the ecstasy you have ignited in me.
You let me have my moments, but soon I am ready to return some of the
pleasure. I get you to roll over on your back, and climb on top of you.
Facing your feet, I sit on your pubis, pulling your cock up between my legs.
I masturbate you back to full hardness, one of my hands not being able to
completely encircle you. Your balls are large and furry, and as I stroke you,
they twitch more tightly against your body. I look at you over my shoulder
and say "I don't exactly want to be accused of penis envy in general, but I
certainly would love to have one like this." As I manipulate your dick, I
press the head against my clit, still tender from my orgasm. The notion of
our two most sensitive spots being directly in contact is very erotic. You're
starting to get dry, so I move so I can take you in my mouth, and I slicken
your knob and rod. I move back on top, loving the feel of your meaty flesh in
my hands. "Tell me how you do this," I suggest, "Tell me how it feels when I
do it to you. Tell me how it feels to have a big, beautiful, hard,
stimulating, sensitive cock and two huge, beautiful, soft, full, sensitive
balls."
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