Viv - Part 2
Dan
Sitting in her truck, he watches her deft movements through the stick shift, her toned arms and creamy skin, adorned with the most artistic and interesting tattoos he’s ever seen. He cringes at the thought of asking her stupid questions about them, like everyone else, no doubt. Lounging sideways, trying to look relaxed but aroused by her full lips and brilliant eyes, breasts straining against grease-stained overalls, soft hips flaring, his hands twitching with desire to explore those curves. He’d clocked the look she’d given him, and then quickly hid. Her shrug and nonchalant attitude tell him he may have to work harder for this prize. He’s not used to having to chase, and the prospect excites him. Women throw themselves at him, literally. Lashes fluttering, giggling and arm touching, needing only a nod and a wink to follow him, undress and immediately begin riding him like a stud colt. He’s embarrassed by the attention and bored by the same women - all too thin, too tanned, too fake! Surprised and slightly intimidated by her confidence in offering a room for the night, he grins widely, purely to hide his confusion at reading her intentions.
He knows what his are…
She opens the door of the old, but well-maintained weatherboard cottage, and heads for the kitchen, takes two beers from the fridge and offers him one. Not making any eye contact, she nods toward the living room. “Take a load off, I’m going to shower”. He’s confused, maybe the offer of a room was simply country hospitality, and nothing more? He frowns as he watches her walk down the hall but is surprised to see her pause at the bathroom door, and glance over her shoulder at him. Oh yes, there is the little glint he saw, quickly hidden when they first met. He so desperately wants to show her how much he desires her right now. To tell her she’s the first real, authentic and interesting person he’s met in… forever.
Slugging half the beer for courage, pacing the small, neat lounge, he waits until he hears the water running for a good few minutes, before stripping naked and striding down the hallway. Move, don’t hesitate, what is the worst that could go wrong? He knocks gently, opens the bathroom door slowly, and stands, heart pounding, on the other side of the curtain. He softly clears his throat to avoid startling her, “Mind if I join you?” he asks tentatively.
She turns, slides the curtain back slowly, soft smile on her lips, and simply steps back, to make room. Not a word spoken. Her hair is wet and slicked back, make up removed and face glowing. He could get lost in those green eyes. He steps into the old bath, sliding the curtain closed behind him, resisting the urge to stare at her nakedness. He spies the body wash on the shelf and slowly takes a couple of pumps into his massive hands. He wants to savour every moment. “Turn around” he whispers. She pauses, a slight frown forming as her brilliant eyes search his face. He smiles as he lathers his hands, gently placing them on her shoulders to guide her. She does as he asks, and he begins gently lathering her back and shoulders, applying gentle pressure in circular massaging motions. She stiffens at first, but then he feels her relax, before her head drops forward and a breathy groan escapes her lips. Oh, that sound! It has an immediate effect on him. His thick cock, twitching and rising, forces him to pull his hips back to avoid her feeling it against her body. Too soon, control yourself man! he thinks.
He’s paused in the massage on her shoulders, and she reaches up, places her hands on top of his, and guides them over her shoulders and down to her breasts. She steps back into him, head resting on his shoulder, his hardness has nowhere to hide, as she wiggles and rolls her hips into him, their slippery wet skin providing delicious friction. Her breathing quickens as his soapy hands glide over her full breasts, thumbs brushing over hardening nipples. She lifts her arms, sliding her hands behind his neck, turning her face to his.
He kisses her sweet, full lips, mind reeling. This is different to anything he’s experienced. He wants to please her, take his time and gently explore every inch of her. Get lost in her softness and respond to her pleasure. Circling his arms around her, he slides one hand down her soft belly, over her silky mound, softly stroking her thigh with his fingertips, before delving deeper to cup her pussy in his hand. Fingers gently probing her slit, soft folds allowing him to seek her wetness.
She stiffens and sucks in a sharp breath, lifting her leg and placing her foot on the edge of the bath. Her hand moves to his, pushing his fingers to probe deeper, jutting her hips forward to meet his hand. He’s surprised by the sudden movement but is delighted to find her swollen and wet. Moving his fingers to her clit, he circles slowly, over and around the growing bud. A low groan escapes her lips, her hands tighten around his neck, and he supports her as she leans back further against him. His cock is now firmly pressed into the softness of her skin, throbbing and twitching with the slippery friction of her movements.
His breathing quickens, his growing excitement from her actions and enthusiasm, hearing her pleasure, his cock sliding against her soft skin. The familiar sensation is building quickly, his gut fills with dread. “Oh no” he whispers, pulling away from her just as the shudder of orgasm rolls through his body. He’s immediately devastated, embarrassed and wishes he could disappear down the drain, instantly. She turns swiftly, hands either side of his face, and kisses him deeply and hungrily. Her tongue darts into his mouth and the tip meets his, sending an electric shock down his spine, his pulsing cock draining the last of his pleasure.
He pulls away, dread and humiliation on his face. “I’m so sorry. I…”
She closes her eyes and shakes her head, smiling sweetly.
“You don’t get out of it that easily. We have all night”.