After college, I moved back to my hometown and rented an apartment not far from where my parents lived. My dad’s friend, Tom, owned the building, and he was nice enough to give me a break on the rent.

Having Tom as my landlord wasn’t so bad, either. I’d been worried that he’d be checking up on me all the time and reporting back to my parents, but he rarely stopped by at all and when he did it was usually with some official landlord business, like fixing a broken stove or mending a leaky pipe.

Last week, Tom came by to install an new air conditioner in my bedroom. I already had one in the living room that was a permanent fixture, but I needed a window unit for the bedroom so I could sleep.

When he brought the air conditioner by, it was already 85 degrees outside, and he was wearing a pair of jeans and a sweat soaked T shirt. He carried the giant unit like it was nothing, but I could see his muscles straining through his clothes. For a 40 something guy, Tom’s still pretty young looking, but since he was my dad’s best friend and I’d known him since I was born, I’d never thought of him in that way. Now, though, seeing him all hot and sweaty, I started to see him in a whole new light. In fact, I started to think of Tom as sexy!

As soon as the air conditioner was installed and whirring away, I offered Tom a glass of iced tea to help him cool off and to thank him for his hard work. He’d been so busy working that I don’t think he’d noticed me at all until then, but when I returned a minute later with his drink, he got a good look and I watched as his eyes nearly pop ped out of his head.

I was wearing a pair of short shorts that covered only a bit more than a pair of granny panties would, and I had on a tight tank top that stopped well above my belly button. I hadn’t dressed that way to be seductive, it was just too hot outside, but seeing the effect my outfit had on Tom was definitely a great bonus!

He whispered, “Hot,” under his breath, and when I turned to look at him, a smirk on my face, he started to blush and tried to cover up his slip, saying that he meant it was really hot outside. I knew what he was thinking, though, and I made sure to let him know I’d figured him out.

As I flirted, I could see Tom’s eyes getting dark as they traveled the length of my body. He wanted me, I could tell, and I was going to give him just what he wanted.

When he finished his drink and put the cup down on the table, I walked toward him as if I was going to take the glass away, but at the last minute, I turned and sat right down on his lap. He kept his hands down at his sides, not knowing what to do.

“It’s getting a little chilly in here now with that air conditioner on,” I said. “Are you cold?”

He didn’t respond, so I continued.

“If you are, I know a great way to get you warmed up again.”

With that, I leaned in and started to kiss him on the neck. It took him a minute to respond, but when he did, my god, was he a good kisser! His hands moved over my body in just the right patterns and his lips and tongue, well, it was like he knew exactly how I liked to be kissed. I wanted to do more than just kiss, though, so when Tom hadn’t made any moves, I made a move of my own.

Sliding from his lap, I got down on the floor and started to unzip his pants, freeing his dick. When he popped out of his boxers, I was surprised to see how well endowed he was. He’d felt big, sure, but not that big. He had to be at least seven inches long. My mouth started to water at the sight, and I dove right in, sucking and slurping his beautiful cock.

Tom moaned while I gobbled him up, and the low sounds echoed in the near silent room, the only other noise coming from the air conditioner. I continued sucking him hungrily, enjoying every second I spent with his cock between my lips, my tongue tracing the veiny shaft.

After a few minutes, I tasted a drop of precome ooze from the head, and I decided to give up my sucking— even though I really was enjoying it— so I would have a chance to ride that cock before Tom came. Tom groaned when his dick fell from my lips, but when I stood up and started pulling down my short shorts, he immediately got excited again.

As I kicked off my shorts, Tom slid his boxers down his hips, and then I climbed back into his lap. I sank down onto his cock then, and I felt my pussy stretching more than it ever had before. When he had pushed half of his cock into me, I felt deliciously full, and as I sank down further, the pleasure only increased.

Finally I had his full length in me, and I immediately started bouncing up and down. Tom didn’t even have to move as I pumped my body on his cock, but he held my hips and guided me along his shaft.

With his help, I was able to pick up my pace. It wasn’t much longer before I was felt the start of a climax, and I got even more excited. Now Tom was thrusting up into me, and when I felt him start to throb inside me, I knew he was getting close.

Tom came first, and I swear it felt like a fire hose was spraying my pussy with come, his explosion was so strong. Then it was my turn, and I shook hard as I came.

Now I find every excuse to call Tom up to fix things around the apartment. He takes good care of me, and I can’t imagine living anywhere else!

— L.H., Toledo, Ohio

Madalyn, my masseuse, is an angel. A sexy, luscious angel, that is. You may remember Madalyn I’ve written about her before. At about five foot three with blue eyes, dark hair and a tight, feminine body, she has lots of guys looking at her.

I met Madalyn several years ago, after a friend recommended her for my chronically sore back. Following her into her studio that first time, I couldn’t help but notice gorgeous long legs and a really great ass under tight, gray shorts. Her 34C breasts were firm and perfectly formed under a V neck top. Like I said, you may remember her.

I visited Madalyn at her studio almost monthly after that first meeting, and we slowly became friends, exchanging copies of our favorite songs burned to CDs (we had similar tastes), and often sharing a bottle of good wine during our 90 minutes together. As she became more familiar with my body, and I became more comfortable with her presence, it was easier for me to relax and totally enjoy her massage without thinking so much about other feelings I had.

This might sound weird, but being naked in front of a beautiful but untouchable woman was a little disconcerting. Her massages were wonderful, however, and I didn’t think it could get better.

And then one evening, in the early fall, it did. Madalyn had mentioned several times that some of her male clients got erections during their massages and that this was okay with her. Of course, I couldn’t relax enough at first to let my inhibitions go, so I kind of forgot about it. But that evening on her table, after a few glasses of wine, I was keenly aware of her hands as she massaged my body.

First she worked my back, then my ass and my legs. I loved feeling her hands on my ass, kneading my muscles deeply. It was therapeutic, but it really turned me on! When I turned over, she started at my feet and worked her way north, up my legs to my thighs. As she worked my inner thighs, her fingers came closer and closer to my manhood, which was tucked loosely under the towel, and I started feeling hot, aroused. And then I couldn’t control it my cock slowly but steadily got hard and rose, tenting the towel.

Madalyn smiled as she pulled the towel completely off, saying that there really wasn’t a use for it anymore. She was right. I couldn’t have hidden my hard on if I tried, so I decided just to relax and enjoy knowing that she was looking at my cock in all its glory. She commented that it was a beautiful cock. I felt proud, as I was sure she had seen quite a few during her years as a masseuse. I was a little disappointed, though, as the session was more than three quarters over.

I never wanted the 90 minutes to end, but the night had been so erotic that I had even more pangs of regret. I soon discovered that my regret was unwarranted.

As she finished my chest and began on my face and neck, as was usual, she leaned over to whisper in my ear, “We have a few more minutes. Which head would you like me to do now?”

I opened my eyes, looking at her, and smiled. She knew. Moving to my side, she dipped her head and let her hair trail down my chest, over my stomach and then over my very stiff cock. It was intoxicating. I felt her warm breath on my stomach and cock as she leaned over me, and after pouring warm oil into her palms, she took me in both hands. It was electric! The combination of the warm, slippery oil on my cock and the firm fingers of my beautiful masseuse, gently but firmly caressing my penis and balls, was intoxicating. With her left hand she encircled my shaft as her right hand gently kneaded and squeezed my balls. She stroked me expertly, her hand sliding up to the head of my cock and back to the base over and over, gripping and my shaft firmly and sliding her hand up and down. Her hold on me was complete.

I opened my eyes and looked down, transfixed at the way my cock looked in her hands as she stroked me. I couldn’t help it and reached to caress her ass, firm under her shorts. She seemed to enjoy it herself as I slipped my hand under her shorts and rubbed her beautiful ass. I wanted to touch her warm, soft, moistness, but I managed to hold back. I massaged her ass and closed my eyes again to enjoy having her hands on me. After minutes upon minutes of this extraordinary pleasure, my cock getting hotter and hotter, bigger and bigger, I started bucking, my pelvis moving slowly at first and then more urgently. I moved in tandem with her hands and she urged me on, whispering huskily about how sexy my cock looked.

“Come, come, come, baby. Shoot it. Shoot it all over. Let it out,” she almost moaned.

Up and down, over and over, as time stood still for me, her hands and fingers moved. She paused now and then to squeeze a little harder, then softer, stroking and massaging me underneath my balls, cupping them gently, and then picking up the pace again. I felt my precome oozing from my cockhead, which was now large and swollen. She dipped a finger in it and swirled it around the tip. Then she continued stroking and squeezing, gently but firmly urging my come up from deep inside by balls. And then, with pulses that seemed to begin at my toes, I came in torrents, blowing thick, creamy come over her hands and onto my stomach. She kept stroking me and squeezing my cock until every drop had been spent.

Finally her hands slowed to a stop. Then she kissed me on the forehead and left the room for me to dress.

What we’d shared was beautiful, and it couldn’t get any better, I thought. But, as I found out later, I was wrong.

T.P.
Daly City, California