This actually happened to me today, and was so hot I just HAD to share it.
About me: I'm 27, 5'5". I have red hair and light blue eyes. 34/B cup, and I'm always perfectly shaved. I'm not super skinny, but in no means heavy. Just average shape and size, (137 lbs., last I checked.)I have a "bubble butt" that even my gay guy friends stare at and continuously praise me for. I'm Irish, so I'm pretty pale, unless I go tanning. Then my hair lightens up and I get dark. I think I'm really pretty either way, but not vain or conceited. Actually have a pretty dorky personality.
My boyfriend, Jackson, is the sexiest man alive. He's 34, 6'2", and 190-200 of muscle. He was a personal trainer when we met, and spends a lot of time at the gym, or working out at home. He's got a 7" dick that he definitely knows how to use. He's got long blonde hair that he sometimes ties into a ponytail and his eyes are green and orange. Yes... I said green and orange. They're orange around the pupil and pale green the rest of the way. He's Swedish and Italian so aside from his blonde hair, he's got a perfect tan year round. He has absolutely perfect facial features as well.
His sexiness used to make me insecure in the beginning of our relationship. Girls would just look at him and you could see it in their eyes, that they were thinking "take me now!!!" Oddly enough, that's not how we got together. When we met, I spotted him at my gym, thought "ooo he's hot" but went about my business, thinking he probably had a girlfriend. I mean, how could he NOT, looking the way he did?? Anyways, I saw him a few times but didn't think anything of it. But one time he walked by me, we locked eyes for a second accidentally, and something in me snapped. The look he gave me was... unintentional, for starters, but he looked so intense. It wasn't how attractive he looked at that moment, it was the look of intensity that I can't quite explain, but it set me on fire. He was training someone so I didn't try to talk to him that time. It actually took quite a while before I had the nerve to approach him. When I did, we talked for a bit, and he told me he was seeing somebody but it wasn't serious. Shortly after, we lost contact with each other. I casually seeing someone new, but wasn't into the guy. Out of nowhere a few months later, Jackson reached out to me and asked me on a date, so I agreed. I assumed my attraction to him was mostly physical, I assumed he was a muscle head/stupid jock type who was vain and self-obsessed (because of his looks) but on our first date I learned a lot about him. We had some deep conversations and it turns out he was very intelligent, that he was back in college getting a degree in counseling, and that he was very spiritual. We had a lot of crazy little things in common and it almost seemed like fate that we were there together. Well, these deep, intense conversations lead us back to his place for some deep, intense "something else" And the rest is history.
He's never had a real "girlfriend" before; he's always just dated and slept around. But after a few dates together we were both smitten, spending every other day together and only a few months into the relationship he asked me to marry him. But I turned him down telling him we should wait, and let our relationship progress, and he said he would wait as long as it took but that he's certain that there's no one in the world he wants to be with.
So here we are, living what feels like a real life Harlequin romance.
That brings me to my story today.
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I work with senior citizens, and people with disabilities for a living. Part of my job requires me to transport and accompany the individuals to doctors' appointments. On Tuesdays, one woman, Rosanna, goes to a therapy session. It's at 1pm and lasts an hour every Tuesday. Jackson works about an hour away from my job, so you can imagine my surprise when, just as I was ushering Rosanna into her therapist's office, I noticed a car that looked quite similar to Jackson's pull up. Knowing that Jackson had work, and that his job was so far from mine, figured it wasn't him. It's not like there was only one black Nissan Sentra in the world, it was probably someone else.
I went and took a seat in the very tiny, empty waiting room. There was no reception desk, and only 4 chairs and 2 offices, one of which I never saw used. The only person I ever saw in there was the therapist that Rosanna came to see every week. I only ever saw one patient in there before. It was tiny, private, but cozy. As soon as I sat down, I looked up and who do you think was walking in the door with a red rose in his hand? Yep. It was Jackson.
I was so excited to see him; I jumped up and hugged him, and asked what he was doing here.
He told me that work was slow, so he left work early, saying he had errands to run. He basically knew my schedule so he knew I'd be at the doctor's office with Rosanna so he stopped by to say hi. I kissed him, quickly, and before we had totally broken away from the kiss, he pulled me back into him and kissed me again. He kissed me hard, and started doing this thing where he sucks a little bit on my tongue- it drives me nuts and he knows it. His one hand moved down to my ass and squeezed. I was wearing yoga pants, which I often did at work, due to the sometimes heavy lifting and such. I felt my face flushing and the blood rushing between my legs, but this was nothing new. The kiss continued for a while before he broke it off to say "I love you." I tried to reply with "I love you too" but he kissed me hard again, this time with his hand on the back of his head. I felt his cock hardening through his work pants and I got even hornier. The thin fabric of my pants let me feel it almost as though I was wearing nothing. I expected this to end at any second, but it didn't. He surprised me by keeping the kiss going for a while. It didn't stop until he broke away to start kissing my neck.
"You're getting me all hot, I'm getting so wet, you have no idea..." I whispered to him.
"Oh yeah?" he replied, as he started to slip his hand into my pants.
I got nervous. With my luck, it would be the one time another patient, or doctor, or random person walked into the building. I pushed his hand away as fast as I could and said with a smile "And just what do you think you're doing?"
"Trying to feel that wet pussy of yours." He said, matter-of-factly, as he pushed his body against mine. I could feel his cock pressing through his pants, into my abdomen (the way we were standing) and that did it for me. I told him to come with me, and we went into the bathroom. It was a single bathroom, no stalls or anything, so we had room, and privacy, and almost an hour. As soon as he closed the door, he locked it behind him and pulled his cock out, which was twitching. He leaned against the sink, and down on my knees I went. I started sucking hard, up and down, while moving my hand around the base. I started sucking hard on the head while jerking him off a little, which is what I do when I want to get him off fast, but I really wanted to fuck him, so I stopped. I licked up and down the entire length, and then started licking his balls while rubbing his dick. He loves that. The little breathy moans he gives drive me crazy.
"Get up, I wanna fuck you" he said.
