As I was sitting there staring at her, I wondered what made this beautiful, intelligent woman the object of my affection, love, or whatever you want to call it. My desire, or was it simple, plain lust? What made me lust for a woman I knew would never give me a second look? A woman that with all her wisdom I knew would never get involved with someone that she barely knew and was also much younger than her.
I made the effort of going to the store where she worked almost every day she was there. I had the schedule down pat. Of course I didn’t know what time she came in and what time she got off. That would make it seem like I was a stalker, which I wasn’t. Just someone without the balls to go up to someone that I felt was a very attractive woman and that I wanted to get to know but I just couldn’t—until one day when everything changed.
It seemed like any other day. I wasn’t feeling well, that is, not well enough to go to work. So I decided to just stay in bed and relax and lounge around my apartment, which was very comfortable for me. Not too big, not too small, but just enough space for the things I had, which were basically nonexistent but which were enough for me.
I rolled out of bed around 11 and hopped in the shower. I stood there for a few minutes letting the hot water hit my body, feeling every inch getting wet. As I stood there with my head under the showerhead, I opened my eyes, placing my gaze on my dick, which by this time in the morning I would normally have already taken care of. I did have morning wood, but I really didn’t feel up to it when I woke up.
Now that I was in the shower, I was craving to come. I grabbed the soap, getting a nice lather on my hands before I started to lather up my body. Passing the soap over my stomach, reaching my pubic area, I kept lathering that area up for a good while before gripping my hard-on with my right hand while still holding the soap with the other. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling it get harder as I gripped it harder. I slowly pulled my balls, feeling them move around.
I closed my eyes under the water and imagined it was Rita who had my dick and balls in her fine hands, examining every inch of my crotch with her fingertips, feeling every vein fill up with blood, making my dick even harder. I imagined her on her knees, like I’d imagined many times before. I imagined her examining my dick with her beautiful eyes that I had stared at so long.
The anticipation of having my dick licked and sucked by this beautiful woman made it twitch under “her” grip. Which I could tell was making her happy to see me so excited under her touch. She gently gave my dick long, slow strokes from the base all the way to the tip, spreading precome all over it, making it sticky and wet. Feeling her other hand pull on my balls just gave my dick more of a reason to twitch. Pulling her hair back, making sure it didn’t get in the way of her gaze at my dick, she looked up at me and gave me the most beautiful smile I had ever seen on a person.
“Do you want me to suck you good, papi?” she said, the words trailing as she gave my dick a long, wet lick starting from the base. Her wet tongue sent shivers all over me. Reaching the tip of my hard dick, she gave it a nice wet sloppy kiss, sucking off whatever precome was there. Her lips were wrapped around my dickhead, sucking so hard that I grabbed her head, taking her hair in my hands.
I felt her tongue exploring every inch of my dick. Sliding inside her mouth was an immense sensation that almost made me come right there and then. The only sound you could hear was the slurping from her sucking on my dick with much enthusiasm.
There were times when I felt like I was going to burst in her mouth, but when I was close, she would grip the base and squeeze it tight, preventing me from it and keeping me hard at the same time. She was sucking, licking, almost like she was worshiping my dick, while her hands were busy with my balls and stroking my dick.
Every second of the magnificent blowjob she was giving me was amazing. All I could do was stare at her gorgeous eyes as she looked at me, enjoying the attention she was paying to my dick. I kept stroking it harder as I imagined her mouth on it sucking harder.
I could feel my skin start to prune up, since I’d been in the shower for quite a bit. But I had to come. I was so close. As the sensation finally came over me, I sprayed my come all over my shower wall. It was a great relief emptying my balls. I had imagined her mouth on my dick sucking up my come, stroking it for whatever was left inside.
After my orgasm had subsided, I finished cleaning up and got out of the shower and got dressed for a day that I knew was going to be unlike any other day I had known.
—M.T., Salt Lake City, Utah