Jim slowly raised his hands to her shoulders and gently pushed down. Lucia's eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock, but she steadied herself against him as she lowered herself to her knees. Jim knelt down a bit and helped her put her knees on his shoes, which he hoped were softer than the floor.
And there she was, on her knees in front of him with her hands resting on the front of his thighs, looking expectantly and more than a little hungrily at his crotch. As Jim watched she moved her right hand ever so gently and traced his length with her thumb, and then she actually licked her lips!
Holy shit! I was right! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you . . . Now don't fuck this up!
"As I was saying, I was hoping you could help me with a little problem I've got here . . . " he said as he gestured toward his crotch.
"Little? Honey, it feels like you've got a log stuffed in your pants. I think I know just the thing," she said as she slid her hands up to his zipper.
"Well you see, I haven't cum in quite awhile and my balls are aching something fierce," he said, gently stopping her hands and opening his zipper for himself. Then, instead of freeing his cock, he reached a little lower and gently pulled out one testicle at a time. This was an even more delicate procedure than usual considering how sensitive they were in their swollen, blue state.
Lucia's eyes widened as he freed first the right and then the left testicle, each one slightly bigger than a golf ball. He was afraid she was going to turn or yell in disgust, but when she licked her lips again all doubt about the progress of the evening was removed.
"Do you think you could help me, Lucia?"
"Are you sure I couldn't . . ."
"I think maybe if you kissed them they'd feel better . . ." Jim said, looking down at Lucia kindly. This time the flush in her cheeks wasn't one of embarrassment. She licked her lips a third time and leaned in to kiss his left testicle. Jim's breath drew in sharply as Lucia let her's out slowly, inches from his very swollen sac.
"Oh, honey, you gotta take better care of these boys. They look absolutely terrible. Do they hurt?" Lucia said in a sweet, teasy voice, her warm breath caressing his tender nuts. Without waiting for a reply, she leaned in and planted the softest of kisses right in the cleft made in his sac by his bulging balls. She then began kissing over each ball, bringing her tongue into the mix.
Oh . . . my . . . God. This girl is a dream. I keep waiting for Dan to burst in and wake me up. She's sooooo good . . .
Lucia then brought her right hand up and hefted his sac in her palm. His two balls together took up almost her whole hand in their current over-filled state. She seemed almost mesmerized by their size and weight for a moment. She then leaned in and sucked the right one into her mouth entirely, putting gentle pressure on it and laving it with her tongue. Jim threw his head back in utter ecstasy as Lucia continued her ministrations and alternated her tender attentions on each testicle. At one point she even forced them both, one at a time, into her mouth sucking and massaging them. Jim reached down and tenderly stroked her cheek distended with his ball-meat, staring deep into those lovely brown eyes.
Lucia released his package from her mouth with a soft *pop* and gave each ball a soft parting kiss.
"Better?" she asked up at him, inquiringly.
"Ohhhh, much. Thank you," Jim said reaching down once again to his zipper. Lucia followed his hands expectantly, clearly hoping to be rewarded for her efforts with the main course. But Jim gently hefted his testicles and put them, one-by-one, back into his trousers. Lucia looked on, a growing look of confusion on her face and then looked up at him.
"Don't you want to . . ." she began, as Jim helped her to her feet and brought her close for another passionate kiss. This time he gently brushed her neck as pushed his tongue into her mouth just a bit. He wasn't overly fond of the musky taste of his own scrotum, but he wanted to show his appreciation for her loving attention. She kissed him back firmly and their tongues met. After a few moments, Jim stepped back again, checked to make sure his pants were closed and clean, and said, "Now come on. I promised you a drink."
As he turned for the door, he caught a glimpse of Lucia surreptitiously grabbing a paper towel off the sink and dabbing at her inner thigh. He pretended not to notice and reached back for her hand as he opened the door. As she put her hand in his and they headed back out to the street, Jim thought to himself,
This girl is in for the night of her life . . .
2 - The Tables Turn
"You really said that to him?" Jim asked incredulously.
"Hell yeah I did!" Lucia exclaimed as they both burst out laughing once again. They had only been at Milo's for about 20 minutes and already Jim was having a better time with this girl than he could remember having in a long time. Those deep, brown eyes enchanted him every time she looked at him, and the way her tits shook when she laughed . . . not to mention that this girl could actually hold a conversation!
They had managed to find an open booth in the back as soon as they walked in, and their cute waitress had brought out their drinks very promptly. They had started at opposite ends of the booth, facing each other and enjoying each other's company. How he had managed to hold up his end of the conversation while looking at this beautiful, sexy creature was beyond Jim. He was just glad that she seemed to be having a good time, as well.
As their laughter died down, they both made eye-contact once again. Jim felt a tingling in his chest at the blatantly hungry look in Lucia's eyes, and his cock (enjoying a brief reprieve during their pleasant conversation) sprung back to life.
Geez, I don't know how much longer I can hold this girl at bay. I've got to make this a night she'll never forget, and something tells me having her blow me in the alley isn't quite going to cut it.
Maintaining eye-contact, he slowly slid his way to the back of the booth, and Lucia soon followed. Once they were hip-to-hip, Jim brought his left arm and put it around Lucia's shoulders, still staring intently and passionately into those seemingly bottomless brown eyes. He couldn't help but spare a quick glance down at her tremendous cleavage; soft, round, and very flushed for some reason.
God, I just want to bury my face in there and suck and chew on those girls!
He remembered himself after a moment and looked back up into Lucia's face, to see a knowing smile looking back at him. It was Jim's turn to blush as he tried to be nonchalant.
Jim was once again distinctly glad that he'd worn black slacks tonight, as his copious precum had soaked through his boxers and was leaving a growing wet spot on his left pant-leg. Just then he felt Lucia's hand under the table make contact with his left knee and slowly begin rubbing its way up his thigh. Jim tried to play it cool and stared intently into her eyes, as she exuded the most intense sexual desire he had ever felt from a woman. Suddenly her hand came to the wet spot and encountered his bulbous knob at the same time. Lucia gasped involuntarily as she squeezed the hard, spongy cockhead that filled her palm. Her eyes glazed over for a second and then sharpened into focus quizzically.
"Did you cum already?" she asked after a moment, the disappointment in her tone palpable.
Jim maintained his gaze deep into those brown eyes and chuckled to himself. Her look of disappointment was quickly turning to one of annoyance.
Careful here, idiot. Just because she's turned on doesn't mean you can be an asshole. Remember yourself.
"I'm sorry to laugh, that was rude. But no, Lucia, I haven't cum. You'll have to forgive me; 'he' gets a little bit . . . leaky when he gets excited," Jim responded in a gentle tone. Lucia's eyes widened as Jim's words connected with the sensation on her hand.
Just then Jim saw the waitress coming round and turned toward her. He felt Lucia give another squeeze and lightly scratch her nails across his cockhead through his slacks as she brought her hand back. Jim was almost able to repress the shudder that spread through his body at her touch, and hoped she didn't hear the moan that escaped his lips. He then saw Lucia openly bringing her palm up to her face and lick the sticky juice that had accumulated there. Jim's jaw almost hit the table and he forced himself to look back up at the waitress.
"I'm good for now, thanks. Lucia . . . " Jim asked and looked back at her. She looked directly into his eyes as she addressed the waitress.
"I'm terribly thirsty, but I guess I'll have to settle for water for now," she said as those deep brown eyes seemed to devour him at the table. Jim and Lucia were a little preoccupied to notice their waitress, Valerie, blush deeply as she mumbled something and scurried away, incredibly embarrassed at how turned on she suddenly was.
Jim struggled to keep his cool as he thought,
What in the hell have you gotten yourself into? Did you really think you could tease and control this firecracker so easily? Just keep it cool, buddy. You've got to keep her on her toes, or she's going to have you actually cumming in your pants before too long.
