When I walked into the living room, Laz was nowhere to be seen so I settled onto the couch, trying to situate myself so it didn't see like I was aware my attire was so alluring. Laz came in a moment later wearing a pair of shorts, no shirt and carrying a glass of wine for me and a beer for him. One glance at me made him lick his lips and take a long drink of his beer. He kept his cool and handed me my wine.
He sat down next to me, but just far enough we weren't in direct contact with each other, and started the movie. I know it's not sexy or ladlylike but when I saw he had chosen Friends With Benefits, I just burst out laughing. Here we were dancing around each other last night and today, with the underlying sexual tension so obvious and the movie just cut right to the chase of what had been on our minds.
He looked at me with a little grin and I knew the dance was just beginning. I stretched out my legs so my feet were touching his thigh. It said everything that needed without a word. He put his beer down and started rubbing my feet and legs. It was nice and relaxing and not rushed. We watched the movie, while he massaged, but I don't think either of us was paying much attention to the movie. At least, I was too busy loving the attention I was getting and relaxing more and more. Don't think I didn't notice his hand going higher and higher up my thigh and each time, I could feel my breath catch in my throat. I know he had to notice, unless he really was watching the movie. But I could tell he wasn't.
As the movie was ending, I was really relaxed and laid my head back against the couch throw pillow, scooting down a little lower into the couch. Of course this simple little move also pushed the mini skirt up, showing off the lace border of my panties. The invitation was met, as Laz continued massaging upward, and was now within reach of more than just my legs. He slid his hand under the lace and began squeezing my ass and running his fingertips over the edge of my panties. Relaxed as I was, I realized with each stroke, I was holding my breath, in anticipation of what would be next.
I opened my eyes and at him, hoping my eyes would say what my mouth couldn't find the right words for. He took that moment to move my leg and bring himself up, kneeling between my legs. As he stared into my eyes with such intensity, I could feel electricity in every never ending, he leaned in to kiss me. Belied by his slow massage, I was not expecting the way he slipped his tongue between my lips and took possession of my mouth, as he slid his hands to cup my ass under the lace panties, pulling me into his groin. I could feel his erection pushing against his shorts. There was no doubt he was driving, and I was willing to go along for the ride. I was actually ecstatic to be in the passenger seat for a change.
He removed his hands, from my ass and worked his way up to my breasts. As he kissed and nibbled his way along my jawline and down my neck, his hands were kneading my breasts through my shirt, like a baker molding and prodding the perfect pastry. It had seemed like a like a lifetime ago that anyone had taken so much time and care touching me all over my body, that I could feel every inch of me tingling in response. I could feel the tension in my lower belly starting to build with each kiss and touch...also, the fact that he was now rubbing his groin against mine through shorts and panties was pushing the yearning along quite rapidly.
By now, I had my arms wrapped around him, as I was arching my back to feel as much of him between my legs as possible. I could feel my breathing become shallow as I immersed into his attentions. He must have noticed too, because he stopped and said, "not here," as he pulled my up from the couch and led me down the hall. I was a bit flustered at such an abrupt halt.
We went into his bedroom, which was exceptionally neat for a guy, in my experience. In the middle of the room was an oak bed, with matching night stand and dresser on either wall. I didn't have time to take in much more than that, at the moment. Laz walked over to the night stand; fully expecting him to be turning on a radio or something, I was totally surprised by the lulling sound of the ocean with orchestra music softly gliding with it in the background.
He came up behind me, putting one arm around my waist, while he pushed the hair on my neck over my shoulder; then wrapping both arms around me, as he was kissing my neck. I leaned back into him, willing my body to melt into his. He slid both hands up my waist, under my blouse and pushed my bra up above my breasts. The first firm grasp of his calloused hands on my skin, had my nipples standing up point blank and a wave of intense pleasure shooting to my pussy and I could feel my wetness increasing. I let out low throaty moans, with each stroke of his hand over my taught nipples. By this time, he was also sucking on my earlobe. Now I'm not one that has ever been turned on by this but the way he was rolling his tongue around it, while massaging my breasts had me thinking about what it would feel like to have him sucking my tits that way. I thought the pleasure couldn't get more intense and I was so very wrong.
Seconds later, he pushed my bra and shirt up and over my head, tossing them on the floor. Now, I could feel his bare chest against my back that feeling of skin on skin made me even hotter for him. As he brought his hands down, he grabbed the top of the mini skirt and essentially did the same with my skirt and panties; down to the floor. I stepped out of my panties and kicked them to the side. As he brought his arms back around me, I could feel his cock against my ass; evidently he'd made quick work of removing his shorts and drawers as well.
As he pushed me toward the bed, he whispered in my ear, "get on the bed on your knees." All I could do, at this point, is mutter, "ok," and do as instructed. Still standing behind me, he pulled my right leg so my knees were spread open, grasping my breast with one hand, he began rubbing his hands over my pubic hair with the other; just over the top. It was like he was touching my aching, wet pussy without touching it. I was wide open but he didn't touch my clit, or slip a finger inside me. The maddening desire I had, at this point, was more than I could bare.
Figuring, I could push him along if I reached behind me and took his cock in my hand and started stroking him, I reached behind me, with the only arm that could be maneuvered that way. He took the hand he'd been stroking my pussy with and stopped me with a simple, "no".
"Wrap both hands around the bed post, so I can make sure you're being a good girl, " he said. I was confused but did as he told me. I wanted his hands back on me as soon as possible and I figured asking 'what the hell' might break the moment. I turned slightly so I could get both hands on the post and later realized it's a good thing I had something to hold on to.
Laz got up on the bed, on his knees behind me and picked up where he left off. Still stroking but not quite touching. And once again the tension built and built until I thought I would scream..."Laz, please, please rub my clit, finger fuck me, something..just please..."
"I was just waiting for you to ask," he said, as he parted my pussy lips and finally, finally began rubbing from my hole to my clit, gently back and forth. That's all it took for the first orgasm to come on. I let out a loud groan, held the post with all my might, arched against him and felt the hot juices running down my leg.
He stopped momentarily, wrapping his arms around me once again and held me until I recovered. I barely caught my breath before he laid me down on my back and kissed me on the lips, again taking possession of my mouth but only momentarily. Kissing his way over my breasts and belly, he worked his way down until his face was where his hands had just brought me to orgasm. Spreading my pussy lips apart, he went straight to work licking up my wetness and sliding his tongue along the length of my canal. I was still a bit sensitive from my first orgasm so I was moaning with each stroke of his tongue, from the start, gyrating my hips into his face. I wasn't trying to be pushy but my body seemed to be reacting like an instrument to a musician's instruction.
I felt like a woman, at a buffet, after a year long fast. I was getting more attention and my body felt alive with electricity, but it wanted more and so did I. Holding on to the headboard, to keep myself from thrashing uncontrollable, I knew I wasn't far off my second orgasm. Sensing my intensity, he continued working my clit with his tongue, while sliding two fingers into my waiting hole but unlike past experience, he didn't ram me with them; he had his fingertips on my g-spot and was making small motions, focused in that one area. It was only seconds before I had my second, more intense orgasm, this time screaming out with complete abandon. I felt my entire body convulsing and when I finally came down, I was shaking from head to toe.
Laz pulled his face to me and held me close, kissing and nuzzling my face as I wrapped my arms around his neck, nearly holding on for dear life. I was already so wet, he slid inside me with ease. As I stopped shaking and arched to meet each stroke, I could hear him groan, as if his resolve was finally broken. It was no longer necessary for him to seduce me; it was time to fuck me. With each forceful stroke, I met him with every muscle in my legs and back, spreading as wide as I could to consume as much of his frame to me, driving his cock further and further into my depths. Satiated by two cosmic orgasms, I was determined to get and give everything in my power.
I didn't think he would be able to last long, having spent so much time on foreplay; but as sweat dripped and we groaned and grunted at the intensity, I began closing on in my third orgasm. Our bodies beating at each other as he plundered my pussy's depths. As I began the climb to number three, he quickly pulled out, flipped me over on my stomach, drew my ass up and drove his cock back into me. He reached around my waist, ferociously rubbing my clit as he slammed me from behind. The combination of the two sent me for my third and final orgasm. This time, there was no controlling the sudden eruption as my body tightened and pushed me full force back into him. As I screamed out, I could hear him groaning and felt his hands tighten on my waist.
As we both came down from our orgasmic highs, I felt as if every ounce of energy I owned was gone and I slumped to the bed with a combination of a groan and sigh. With panting breaths and sweat-soaked bodies, we lay quietly for a while, regaining some fragment of composure.
Finally, I looked up at him and said, "I can't believe you had a crush on me and never told me."
He pulled me into his arms and said, "I can't believe you're finally in my arms."
