A chap I knew once

Ever since meeting Matthew, Jean had been in a state of perpetual arousal; just being in his presence made her skin smolder with anticipation. Jean felt transformed. She was letting her hair grow longer, her clothes were less businesslike, and even her underwear was more alluring. Her lace bras matched the suspender belts and stockings that she wore instead of pantyhose, and she stopped wearing knickers of any kind. She relished being nearly naked beneath her clothes and thrilled to her rediscovered sexual power.

Before six months had passed, Matthew and Jean had exchanged keys and made space in their closets and bathrooms for the other’s things. Most weekends, though, were spent at Matt’s flat on the river. Jean loved the expanse of glass walls and view of the city. “It feels as if we’re up in the air”, she told Matt. There were doors from the bedroom and living room to the terrace that ran the length of the flat. In the living room, the sofa, a club chair and chaise lounge faced the undraped glass wall and doors.

Matt and Jean were lying with each other on the deep sofa, watching the river and sharing a brandy, kissing and touching each other. They kissed very slowly for a long time, feeling the heat and desire build between them. Jean ran her hands beneath his shirt, loving the feel of his skin on her fingertips, memorizing how he felt. Her lips and tongue left a path of kisses from his neck to his groin.

“Tell me your fantasy”, she said to Matt. She opened his trousers.

“You’re blindfolded and your hands are tied to the bedstead. You’re wearing a black corset that ties in front, lace stockings and red spike heels.

Jean licked his erection like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around his shaft.

“The hair between your legs is glistening. Sweat beads on your upper lip; your nipples are tight and hard, pushing against the corset.”

His erection swelled as Jean’s hot mouth slid up and down his cock encouraging him.

“You twist in anticipation; you’ve been waiting a long time and want to be touched. You keep rubbing your legs together but it’s not enough; you’re straining against the bindings that hold you; the more you squirm the more excited your get, the wetness is seeping from your body, dripping down to your ass. You’re moaning softly, wanting to be touched, your body is moving up and down and you’re making yourself come, begging to be fucked. I’m watching you and my cock is getting harder and harder. It takes all my self control not to touch myself.”

Matt arched his body as she rolled his foreskin down and teased the tip of his cock, tonguing the hole. He put his hands on her head.

“You feel two people climb onto the bed, one on either side of you. ‘Touch me, please’ you beg. ‘Fuck me. Suck me. Please. Please. Let me touch you. Please.’ You’re writhing in anticipation; your corset can barely contain you. I free your breasts from the leather corset and the other man and I take them in our mouths. A scream of surprise is torn from you and you flinch in shock as two hot mouths bite and suck your sensitive nipples. His mouth covers yours while his hands continue to knead your soft flesh.”

Jean’s hands worked Matt’s hard, slick cock as she licked and sucked his hairy balls.

“Your legs are spread as far apart as possible and I slide my fingers into your waiting pussy. The walls of your cunt open and close around me, gripping me tightly and drawing me further in. I flick my tongue against your clit. I can feel your pulse racing; your breath is heavy and you’re moaning in pleasure; he’s straddled your face and his cock is deep in your throat. He holds your bound wrists in his hands and fucks your mouth, his balls hitting your chin with every stroke of his hips and he comes, shooting his cum down your throat and I watch you come at the same time he does, your pussy clenching my fingers, moving in ecstasy as you swallow every bit of him, sucking him until he’s dry and soft.”

Jean opened her throat to suck Matt’s cock and could taste the first drops of his cum begin to spurt from him. She hitched up her dress and rubbed against his muscled thigh.

‘Your own orgasm is still rocking your body when I remove my fingers and slowly slide my cock into you. I tell the man to undo your blindfold so we can see each other. I cover your mouth with mine and unbind your hands, rubbing the circulation back. Our arms go about each other, you wrap your legs around my waist as I come, exploding into your hot and welcoming body.”

Jean slid her mouth up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. She licked him up and down, like a child with an ice cream. His hands were in her hair, holding her against him. She sucked him to the edge of control then let him slide back. She moved up on her lover’s body and guided his erection into her body. Matt’s hips thrust furiously and he came, shooting his cum deep into her cunt.

“I like your fantasy”, she said, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

“We can make it real.”

Jean put his hand between her legs. “I’d like that.” She pressed against his hand.

“Let me undress you. I want to see you.” Matt unbuttoned her dress; Jean’s bra was cream lace that barely covered her nipples. He unclasped it and slipped it from her shoulders. He sucked her breasts, her nipples hard as diamonds, the pleasure traveling from her breasts to her groin, and she rubbed against him, her wetness evidence of her desire. He knelt in front of her and buried his face between her legs, his tongue licking her thighs and savoring the tender flesh of her labia. Her lace stockings brushed the sides of his head and the scent of her made his senses reel. He inhaled deeply as she rocked her pussy in his face.

“So sweet” he murmured, his hands caressing her legs and ass. “I love eating you.” His tongue made long, broad strokes across her cunt, sucking her warm flesh. He knew she wanted more.

Matt led her to the chaise lounge and lay her down, legs spread wide apart. He sat beside her and stroked her face and body. He slipped his hand between her legs and fit four fingers inside up to his knuckle. “Are you okay? You must tell me if I hurt you.”

She gasped with pleasure. “Keep going. Give me more.” She spread her legs even further apart; she was wet and open, waiting for him. He slipped his hand out and cupped his fingers around his thumb and gently pushed his fist into her body. Jean breathed deeply as Matt stroked her clit with one hand while his other hand moved deep inside her wet pussy.

“Oh God”. Matt kept his fist still, barely moving, Jean moved slightly, great waves of the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced beginning to rock her. Matt licked her clit as she twisted around his fist and she came, the sounds of her pleasure floating across the river.

Watching Jean come, her body bouncing out of control made Matt’s cock rise up, pointing to the ceiling, seeking release. Her cunt muscles gripped his fist so hard it hurt, but he could feel how wet she was, her juices soaking his fist. He stroked himself and he came at once, splashing his cum on her belly.

Jean’s orgasms slowed and her body stilled. Gently Matt withdrew his fist, releasing a flood of Jean’s own juices that made her thighs and bum slick. Eagerly he licked her dry, savoring every sweet drop of her cum, sucking and licking her pussy and her ass. “I love eating you”. Jean was breathing rapidly, drained by the power of her orgasms; every touch of Matt’s tongue was exquisite torture. He lay down next to her on the chaise, their arms about each other, holding on until their breathing evened out.

“Do you think the neighbors heard us?” she asked.

“I’m sure of it. You can be quite vocal.” Matt was pleased.