There was so much unspoken passion whenever our eyes would meet. We were never formally introduced, but his elderly mother had hired me on a part time basis to clean her house, and he had done some landscaping for the apartment building where I lived. He came to his mom’s to eat lunch a lot, and I always admired him from a distance. He usually had some of his work crew with him, so we didn’t often have a chance to talk. But the silent conversations we held with our eyes became more and more frequent. He was almost statuesque, with big sinewy biceps, and his eyes were as blue as the ocean.
After a while he began to show up alone, and was extremely friendly. Then we talked a lot. We talked of our hopes and dreams, our strengths and weaknesses. The fact was that we came from different worlds and had totally different personalities. Most of the women he knew were refined and ladylike, and he was intrigued by my streetwise feminism. He had been raised in a typical sheltered middle class family, whereas my split family life had made me strong and somewhat worldly. He said I talked to him like one of the guys, and he was never afraid to say anything in my presence, which was something he was not accustomed to. We were attracted to each other partly because of our differences— I dreamed of being with this pretty boy jock who looked like a Calvin Klein ad, successful and dreamy whereas he was indulging his rebellious side with a down to earth lower class cleaning lady. Our conversations grew more and more intense, as did the sexual tension between us. I knew that trouble was on the horizon.
One day he asked me to rub his back, claiming he had hurt himself at work and that his muscles were all tense. The one muscle I wanted to feel most at this point was the one protruding from between his legs. I could feel my body trembling with nervousness. He lay down on his big stomach, and his body looked as big and solid as the side of a mountain.
I proceeded to rub his back, and with each stroke my pussy twitched with arousal. There was definitely a strong magnetism between our bodies, a kind of pure animal lust. As I sat on his tight athlete’s ass, I rubbed my throbbing clit back and forth over his hard buttocks in the most indiscreet manner. I don’t know what might have happened if his pager hadn’t gone off at that moment, calling him away. But we both knew there would be more happening between us. I could hardly wait to see him again, and I was sure he was feeling the same way.
He stayed over at his mother’s house that night, and the next morning, as I was dusting the living room, he came downstairs and crept up behind me. I could smell him. He always smelled freshly of the outdoors, the most manly aroma I’ve ever known. When I spun around, our eyes met, and I knew immediately that this would be a day that would be embedded in my memory forever.
My knees felt weak, and as I swayed toward him he caught me in those huge, bulging arms. The mere touch of this man had my clitoris swelling. Neither of us could manage to say anything all that could be heard was the sound of our heavy breathing and, as it seemed to me, the sound of our hearts beating with nervous anticipation.
He slowly started to drop to his knees, placing his face against my legs as I stood above him, cradling his head. His hands began to run up and down my body with a soft but insistent swiftness. I knelt down also, grabbing at his rippling masculine body like a dog going after raw meat. I began to kiss and lick his chest, and then worked my way down, my breath leaving a burning trail of desire leading to his pulsating muscle of love. I paused to gaze into his eyes, and in them I saw the same look of euphoria that I knew was in mine. We had reached the point of no return, and there was no drawing back from this strong desire that we shared.
As I pulled off his faded jeans, smelling of the outdoors and machinery oil, I became even more aroused at the sight of his bulging boxer shorts. The wet spot at the peak of that straining tent showed me that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I smiled as I uncovered the rest of him. His joystick was truly in proportion with the rest of his amazing body. It was big and thick, yet not too long, and I knew my mouth would swallow it up like a succulent lollipop, causing him to want more and more. I wrapped my lips around it and toyed with it playfully. He quivered and pulsated with each savory stroke of my tongue up and down his rock hard cock. He began to moan and to tell me how long he had waited for this to happen. He began to thrust his hips at my face, his body shaking and his knees knocking against each other. I knew he was coming to climax. I loved hearing his groans and gasps the power I had over him in that moment of his ecstasy made me feel even more drawn to him. He erupted with a shout, and I took him as deep as I could as his come spurted gloriously into my throat.
As I eagerly swallowed his sperm I could feel my pussy emitting juices in a quantity I had never thought possible. He now began to kiss me all over my lean, writhing body. I was burning with lust, and I began to rotate my hips as he swiftly pulled off my jeans and panties. He kissed my belly button, and his head moved slowly down my torso, as my pussy all but screamed for him to swallow up the cream that was now trickling down my leg. My clit felt swollen to about three times is normal size.
When his tongue touched my throbbing button I moaned loudly, and he proceeded to tantalize and tease it, glancing up at me from time to time with a smile. With every swivel of my hips, his tongue seemed to grow bolder and more restless. He started whispering about how sweet my pussy was. He fondled my nipples, rubbing and tweaking them to an almost unbearable peak of stimulation. My body began to rock with a pleasure I had never known so intensely before. Finally I arched my back and screamed out with ecstasy as my body shook with a series of climactic seizures that were totally beyond my control, and even my comprehension.
There were no words spoken about what had just transpired between us. It had been long awaited, and we both knew it had been worth every moment of that wait. We also knew it could not go on. We were too different, and once our passion and curiosity had been satisfied, there was little to keep us together. I gave his mother my notice, and I never saw him after that day. Although I think of him often, I have never regretted either making love with him or giving him up. Life is a series of difficult decisions, and some things just need to be done, without explanation, rationalization or remorse.
— T.Q., Mesa, Arizona