I sit alone on the edge of the bed, naked. My hands clasped by my knees, I'm sat slightly forward, staring at the floor. My heart beats in my chest and I tremble uncontrollably. My cock is semi erect as the duel emotions of sexual excitement and anticipation battle with nerves I simply cannot control.
WHERE we are does not matter, other than, its a bedroom, neither yours, nor mine. It is a tidy minimalist room and the king size bed is neatly made.. The carpet is soft underfoot and the room is lit with just two scented candles, flickering gently on the bed side tables either side of the bed. They let out a delicate soft hue. There is no noise, no music, just the sound of my heart beating loudly and quickly in my chest.
WHY we are here is a different matter. You see, like most men, I have a list of things to do before I die. That sounds morbid, and I certainly don't plan to run out of time any time soon, but I just have a list of things I want to achieve. Experiences to have. Things to say 'I've done'. Run a marathon, for example. Do a parachute jump. Crowd surf. Have a threesome. Be deep throated.... Be deep throated....
I've been with my partner for over 10 years now and I'm happy. Really I am. But there are just some things on my list she isn't willing to do. Isn't interested. Deep throating is one of them. She says it makes her gag. She doesn't know how to take more than a mouthful of cock. I just didn't think I was going to get that one done, until the other night.. After work, at the bar, a group of us played the 'I have never' game as we got drunk. I had never given or received a deep throat. You had. You teased me afterwards, saying that you couldn't believe that no-one had done that to me. Eventually, as my closest and most trusted female friend, you agreed to help me out. Friendship can take many forms, ours took the form of a deep trust, mutual attraction, and forbidden flirting. We both liked each other more than we should. More than we were allowed to. We had gotten good at keeping this on the low down. This deep throating thing was something else though. This was way beyond what we had ever set as our rules. This was ground breaking. You have a partner, so do I. This is so naughty, but somehow, that is what makes it worth doing. Never the less, we arranged to meet here and now so you could 'give this to me... as a friend'.
I remain sat there, staring at the carpet. I hear soft foot steps from the next room. The door handle opens and light comes flooding in to the dimly lit room. I look up and smile nervously. You walk in, wearing a long gown, creamy white in colour and of a material so thin that it is totally see through. Drunken spin the bottle / truth or dare games had previously allowed me to see you in your underwear, but this was something totally different.. I stare at your body as you stand at the doorway. You take two or three steps in to the room shutting the door behind you and I stand up. The sexual anticipation and excitement starts to win its war with nerves and my cock starts to swell upward. Stood a pace away from me, you smile warmly.
"Don't be nervous, I'll look after you" is how I read your face, although nothing is said, and I step forward to close the gap between us to nothing. Your breasts, firm and pert are not quite touching my bare chest, but as I lean in and kiss you they brush past my toned pecs. We kiss slowly, deeply and very very passionately. My tongue explores your mouth, and as I pull away I suck your bottom lip slightly before kissing you once more. Your excitement is obvious from your response. We kiss a short while and my hands wander to your chest. I make contact with your breast and the palm of my hand slowly and firmly massages them around. You pull away. You open your gown and it drops to the floor. You kick it aside delicately. I look at your naked beauty in front of me and bite my lip. Amazed at your beauty, even more than I had previously (and frequently) imagined. Again you smiled at me, and as I reached out to your now naked body, you slowly drop to your knees in front of me.
Your eyes remain locked in to mine as you look up at me. Sat back on your heels whist still on your knees, close to my body, your breasts beautiful, large and round, with small but pert nipples protruding at a slight upwards angle. No longer able to do battle with my emotions, nerves are utterly defeated by excitement and anticipation, and my un-cut cock swells up in front of you. You break eye contact with me briefly to slowly wrap finger by finger around the mid part of my shaft, smiling as do so. You gently and slowly start to stroke me up and down, using a very light grip to start with, and as your eyes flick up to mine to stare deep in to them and monitor my truthful reactions to your skilled hands you tighten your grip on me. You pulse your hand up and down my shaft about 1 1/2 times a second, briefly pausing to rub the pad of your thumb on the tip of my member, delicately swirling it around as though teasing the button on top of a joy stick. I respond favourably with a deep inhalation of breath and a look of deep gratification and pleasure on my face. My eyes close. Your hand pumps my cock up and down slowly and as it does it twists it round, creating a different sensation to the length of my shaft. You place your other hand on the rear of my right hip, your fingers gripping around my muscular buttock as you squeeze it slightly. My eyes remain closed so you stop staring at my face and look at the cock in front of your eyes, admiring it as you work it.
"GOD....!" I whisper as I exhale, clearly enjoying your efforts. You decide to up the ante slightly, and as you alternate between quick fast pumps of your hand and long slow twisty strokes, I notice a wetness on the tip of my shaft. I open my eyes and look down at you, to find your tongue outstretched, just flickering over the very very tip of my shaft as your hand pumps it up and down. You look up at me as you do it. My mouth is open wide, wanting to say "Oh my god" but failing to edge out the words. You smile up at me briefly as your tongue dabs on the tip of my cock. You enjoy the total pleasure this gift of yours is obviously giving me.
You giggle slightly as you move your tongue away from my shaft. Wanting to examine the results of your work so far, you let go of my shaft and cup my balls with your right hand. My cock stands tall, reaching just a tiny fraction below my belly button, and the girth is surely enough to impress.
"How am I doing so far" you coo softly
"Jesus Christ your good" I say in a soft but rushed voice
