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Written by Jefferson Heard
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Page 2 of 3
Nothing could have prepared me for that, but I managed to hang on to the mood. I threw the book back into the bag, and made a show of zipping it up. She insisted on walking out behind me. I let her. We caught the bus east, and she slid down next to me and put a hand on my thigh. Every bump the bus hit and her fingers got a little closer to my cock. So subtle and so obvious at the same time. Just the perfect tease.
I stared at her fingers and traced them with my eyes, imagining it was my tongue. My jeans strained when she crept an inch up my thigh, sending electricity up my spine and in the verge of moaning with delight right there on a bus crammed with people.
When the bus stopped at Halsted, she grabbed me, right there in public. I felt like the entire bus was watching me, but no one was. It's a big city, and you're one of millions. But that didn't stop me from feeling embarrassed, imagining myself the center of attention. I turned all shades of red and kissed her to stifle a groan before we stood up. When I got up, I adjusted my backpack to conceal my hard-on. Lori, on the other hand, was practically giggling over how worked up I was.
She led me up to her apartment, and I nearly stumbled half a dozen times trying to catch a glimpse up her skirt as walked the two flights of stairs to her apartment.
"Come on in. Don't bother with the couch or the barstools. I want you in the bedroom. Now. I'll be right behind you," Later I would be impressed by how spacious the apartment was; in that moment I was arrested by the force voiced in every syllable in that order.
I sat down on her pillow-top king and tried to gather my wits in the scarce seconds before she came in. Turns out that wasn't enough time.
"I know I've sounded single-minded up to this point, but I'm actually nervous as hell... I'm giving you two options. I'm perfectly willing to do what you were probably been thinking about all the way along North Avenue: doggie style, missionary, on the couch, on the floor, on my kitchen table, whatever. But what I really want," she said, as she opened her bedside drawer, "is to fuck you in the ass with this until your brain stops working. Like I said, your choice, but just so you know what I want."
She held up a g-string harness with a little metal O-ring and a cock that looked, for lack of a better description (my brain was totally numb), just like mine. My heart jumped. I felt a felt warm, tingly sensation in my ass as I contemplated a fantasy I never knew I had. And now it was about to be fulfilled by a woman who'd been moored in my fantasies since I first saw her sitting in the window at Filter. I had to concentrate, and thought I might come at the mere thought of it. She looked momentarily at the door, clearly worried that she'd gone too far.
"Put it on first and I'll let you know. . .I want to see it on you." She smiled then, and proceeded to remove her panties from under her skirt without revealing a thing to me. She tossed them on the bed, and the string, still warm from her hips, fell on my hand. Every hair on my arm stood on end. She put the harness on the same way and then fingered the – no, her -- cock. "Is this the one you want? I have more. . ."
She held it up to her lips like she was about to kiss it,while her eyes traced every ridge and vein of the skin. She turned around before taking off her skirt. The black lines of the harness went straight up her ass and to either side, tracing the lines of her cheeks. I tried my best to hold the image in my mind, so I would remember it in my dreams.
And then she turned around. She almost looked self-conscious, but then she saw my smile. I glided off the bed and down onto my knees and took her cock into my mouth.
I've never gone down on a guy before, and I may never, but she had charisma. I put my hands around the back of her thighs and I could feel her shaking ever so slightly. I stroked her thighs. I sucked her cock. I know there weren't any nerves in that piece of silicone, but I could still feel her react to me. She moaned blissfully. Later she said that the sight of me going down on her and my fingers gently raking her thighs sent her completely over the top.
We ended up tangled on the bed, kissing, grabbing each other's cock, peeling off our clothes. I felt her bite down on my shoulder, not so hard as to break the skin, but oh could I feel it, and was it exactly like I'd imagined. I leaned into it, moaning, digging my fingers into her back, kissing her throat because it was what I could reach with my mouth. Her skin felt wonderful under my tongue...
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