Stepping into the lions mouth(Current Rating 66/100, based on 13 votes)
It was a crazy thing to do and I am still not sure how I got cajoled into doing it!
I had been chatting with Andy on the internet for several weeks, we had met in a chat room and he had been cheeky as well as very flattering. I admit I enjoyed the sexy way he thought about me and he really did seem to fancy me big-time and that gave me a real ego buzz. He knew from the start that I was married and that I had no intentions of meeting him, but still he wanted me to seduce him and encourage his lust and passion. There was a big age gap as he was in his 20s and I am 48 but he saw me as a classy, sophisticated, mature woman that would normally be well out of his reach. He had a fantasy about women with bright lipstick, high heels and smart suits, and I played up to his fantasy dream.
Then one day out of the blue he hit me with a proposal!
“I wouldn't ask u to cheat. But if you was to meet me wearing the lipstick and chat for a few minutes and I would make myself cum in my own car. Nothing to do with touching or anything, would you just do that for me, just once?”
“Oh goodness - I dunno” was my reply - I have no idea why I didn’t refuse outright but it was such a very undemanding thing he requested, which I knew would give him huge pleasure. He wasn’t even asking to touch me - simply to see me and be in the next car as he climaxed.
He continued - “I respect everything u say, I know you are married. I just ask it as a friendly thing for me, it would really fulfill my fantasy. Seeing you wearing the lipstick for me, that looks so sexy. I promise, no touching - nothing at all. All you are is a friend doing something for me. It would really turn me on. I would cum discreetly and thats it. It would make me so happy”.
“Ohh goodness - What you ask sounds so reasonable and harmless - but it breaks all my rules - and once my boundaries are broken where does it end - let me think about it”. - was my rather lame reply. It was the way he said, ‘cum discreetly’ that really did make him seem very desperate and pleading.
“I wouldn't mention doing anything, I would keep to my word hun.
I really respect you hun and I know you love your partner.
I am real friendly nice genuine guy.
I would meet and chat to you, then park up and i would make my self cum - thats it - thats all!
No touching or anything like that.
Thank you for thinking about it.
Do you drive by the way?”
“Yes” was all I replied
“Well i would drive all the way up to Weston and say like park in a layby over look the sea. park in a NiCE Spot and chat to each other.
Then u park close next to me and we can chat through the car windows. then i would make myself cum - total harmless. then thats it, i would be 1 happy guy, its a turn on ive never ever made my self cum in front of a woman in real life. PLEASE
If you decide would u wear the brightest lipstick you could find for me? the most silly thing is i would feel stupid i would cum quicker than a minute
I tried to laugh it off but he was very insistent, demanding an answer. The most I would do for him was to promise him that would think about it and let him know.
The trouble is - I did think about it; loads! I couldn’t help it.
The whole chatting thing was a kinda ego boost - I didn’t need it but it was fun. Here was Andy, so incredibly desperate to meet me and just to see me was enough for him to climax. I found that very flattering to a point of wanting to see that look of desire in his eyes. I imagined meeting him and seeing his awkward embarrassment as I walked towards him. A little chat as we maybe walked together or sat on a park bench, with him feeling awestruck by my presence. Him looking me up and down full of desire as we walked back to the cars. Then parking our cars close together and watching the tension and lust in his face as he looked into my eyes and masturbated. I could think of nothing more exciting, titillating, flattering, but at the same time harmless. He wouldn’t even touch me! Surely that was harmless.
Ok - I will do it. I began to plan!
It was his power of emotion that gave me such a buzz - I thought how could I heighten his emotions even more? They had become like a drug to me and I was greedy for more.
He had insisted on leaving me his phone number and so, withholding my number, I telephoned him. I took control of the conversation and told him where to meet me and when. I was very matter of fact and gave him little opportunity to say much - he did manage to fall over himself with gratitude and reassurance that he would behave as agreed and then begged that I would wear bright lipstick and stockings.
The telephone call left me feeling a little shaky - hearing his male voice made it very real and there was no going back now. I smiled to myself when I thought how he must be feeling if I was a bit affected, he must be seething with anticipation and emotion.
The following morning I dressed to kill - exactly what he fantasized about. A dark business type suit with a short, pencil skirt. A crisp white blouse and high heels - my shoes were bright red and I had a bright red bag and matching lipstick. The whole effect was amazing, I felt a million dollars, so sexy - it gave me huge confidence. Mature, sexy, aloof, sophisticated and very desirable. I knew I was going to blow his mind!
I had arranged to meet him in a small hotel bar that I was fairly sure would be quiet during lunchtime. I entered the door and instantly saw him sitting on a stool at the bar at the far end of the room. The sound of the door made him turn and I so enjoyed the look on his face, he sure wasn’t disappointed. He first smiled, an excited grin of satisfaction, then it instantly turned to a nervous fear, I could tell he felt way out of his depth. I walked directly towards him with swinging hips and a disarming smile. I could feel the men that were sitting by the door were watching me, their eyes glued on my bum as I walked past.
He was a good looking young man, very fit (in fact a boxer) but as I drew close our age gap became very apparent, he became like a little boy and I felt I needed to help him. He wanted to buy me a drink, I was very aware he had little money and was touched that he insisted on paying. With drink in hand we moved to a nearby table.
As we sat down, for the first time he spoke to me directly “God, you look amazing”, he declared. “Far more amazing than I dared to dream”, his words were breathy and he even coloured a little. I just smiled sweetly and said a quiet, thank you. His hands were literally shaking as he tried to drink his beer. He looked down, very embarrassed and kinda defeated - “I am sorry,” he said, “I feel useless - stupid, I dunno what to say.”
I reached across to him and placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head to look at me.
“Its ok Andy, remember why I am here, this is your fantasy. You don’t have to be anything you are not - just be you. Then you can fulfill your fantasy in the car later”
“You mean I can wank while you are with me” he asked in disbelief.
“Thats why I am here isn’t it,” I simply replied.
“Bloody hell’, was his response.
It seemed pointless to try to pass the time of day on idle banter. He was here to fulfill a fantasy and I was the one to do it.
“What you wearing underneath,” he bluntly questioned.
“Not much” I replied winking. “Just the stockings you wanted and panties”.
I slid my skirt up so that the pale flesh showed and he gasped, staring in almost disbelief. Again he shook like a leaf.
“Fucking hell”.
“Bra?” he questioned.
I shook my head and slipped my jacket off, carefully folding it and putting it beside me. I opened one button of my white blouse to prove my point, he could see very little but it seemed so erotic and he swallowed hard.
“Fucking hell!”
I had hardly touched my drink and so I took a long sip watching his eyes flick over me.
“I promised I wouldn’t ask to touch or anything” he said. “But do you think I could see your stocking tops just once more”? he pleaded. His eyes were big and full of longing.
The bar was deserted now, so I hitched up my skirt to within an inch of my panties and resumed my drink, stocking tops and pale flesh on display as I sipped.
“Oh fucking hell, thats lovely - you are so damn sexy”
“I never dreamt in my life that I would ever be with a woman like you” he declared.
I loved his feelings for me - I so enjoyed his desire and lust - the high emotions were like a drug.
I reached across and put my hand flat on his cheek and his eyes became watery with emotion.
“Can I touch” he said glancing down to my lap.
I just gently shook my head smiling.
“Bugger” was all he said.
He followed me down the road in his old car and when I arrived at the secluded parking spot I had chosen, I carefully reversed in. I then encouraged him to drive in forwards as close as possible to me, folding back the wing mirrors so he was inches away. We wound down our windows, each trapped in our own little boxes only inches apart and facing each other.
“You ok”? I questioned - “you still want to do it”?
I saw him lift his bum and slide his trousers and pants down. His cock was red and swollen with desire, hard, glistening and moist with pre-cum.
But it was his face that was my focus! Tense and strained with emotion; big eyes pleading, staring and desperate. He tried to smile but it froze on his face into an expression of passion.
“Oh fuck - I want you” he desperately blurted out.
Even though we were in different cars, he was so close to me holding his straining cock.
His body tense as he stared into my face through the car windows.
“Relax Andy - enjoy it - this is your fantasy so savor every moment” I encouraged.
He began to wank! I carried on talking to him about enjoying his fantasy and encouraging him to relax. All the while his eyes were staring into mine and I held his gaze.
Then his eyes greedily looked down at my breasts so I undid a button for his pleasure and as I continued my seductive banter his eyes devoured my creamy white cleavage.
He was visibly shaking with the deepest of emotions! I have never in my life seen such strain on a face I almost began to worry.
“I want you” he nearly screamed/cried.
I reached my hand across the cars and gently cupped his face in my palm. Looking into his eyes I said affectionately “I do know Andy, and thats so lovely; thank you”.
Through the straining sensations tears welled into his eyes and he blurted out “I love you - I bloody honestly love you”!
Then his nostrils flared with a huge intake of breath and with an almighty groan he shot cum everywhere!
He looked in an utter agony of emotions and sensation as I held his face in my palm. Again and again he shot cum, accompanied by groans and violent twists and shakes of his whole body. His body strained into an arc, head back mouth open; gasping for breath. Then with a final cry he flopped back on his seat.
I had never seen anything like it in my life - the power of emotion, sensation and manhood. It was incredible!
He opened his eyes; drained, empty. My hand still on his cheek, I smiled lovingly. He was so empty that there was no response. I stroked his cheek gently; cum was dripping from my hand where it had shot so far.
His eyes were on my face and watching me as I slowly drew my hand back. My tongue seductively licked a drop of his cum from my finger and my lips sucked it from my hand.
“Ohh fuck, you are so sexy” he whispered as his eyes widened.
I giggled - a silly tension breaking giggle and he couldn’t help laughing as well.
“Oh my god I did it” he smiled “fucking hell, that was like nothing on earth”.
“I can’t begin to tell you how I feel and how grateful I am - I never dreamt it would be so good even though it been my fantasy for ages”.
“Wow - phew‘ he was still breathless - “what now - do I just drive away”?
It seemed rather strange to just dive off in different directions after such a powerful event. I felt I could trust him so I said, “Would you like to walk along the path for a few minutes, but I wont be able to go far in these heels”.
It was a lovely day as we strolled along the edge of the wood.
He smiled and said, “I hope someone comes past, I want to walk with you in a public place where people will see me with you. I am so chuffed to be walking with you; so proud, you are stunning.” “They would think I am your mother” I retorted with a giggle.
I reached out and held his hand and we walked hand in hand along the path and I could feel him squeeze my hand from time to time. At the end of the path I stopped and faced him, I took both his hands in mine, looked into his face and said, “If I give you a cuddle, will you just accept it as a loving, friendly hug - nothing more?”
He promised that he would. As I put my arms around him he clung to me like a child in need. He hugged and squeezed - he tried to kiss me but I kept away, so he nuzzled his face into my bare neck and I could feel him tasting my skin.
I could also feel his erection returning and he slid his hands down to my bum and pressed my body hard against his erection. He held me there for ages, he was too strong to resist, groping my bum as his cock throbbed and pulsed in my groin.
I allowed him to enjoy it for a while but then I lent back and gently pushed him away, “Enough” I said, “enough” and thankfully he let me go.
We walked back along the path in silence at first but then he began to pour out his heart. “You know how I feel don’t you Wendy, I love you to bits and want you to be my own. The idea of your going back to lie with your husband cracks me up. I love you and want you. I want to touch you and feel you holding me to your breast, I want to fill you with my cock and pump you until you are exploding with nice feelings. I want to bury my face between your legs and make orgasm as I lick you deep. I want to drink your juices and.......”
“Stop’ I said “stop - Listen to what you are saying - I want - I want - what about what I want. I met you as a friend to fulfill your fantasy, which I have done - and you made a promise that’s all it would be”.
“Sorry”, he said - “you are right, but I do love you anyway.”
“Wendy - I have got to cum again - that cuddle was a bit too special”.
Oh what the heck, I thought recklessly and I got into his car beside him.
The tension of lust was already on his face as I looked across at him and his breathing was strong and deep. He ripped his trousers down and looking me right in the eyes he began to wank hard. Nostrils flared he looked desperate and wild.
“Hey, slow down” I whispered gently. “Savor it - enjoy it”.
I reached out to cup his face in my hand and with my other hand unbuttoned my blouse. His eyes grew greedy, his hunger for me was so intense it was like a magnet, so I gently took his hand from his cock and guided it under the folds of my blouse.
He gripped my breast tight!
Tight and hard, like a vice; my breast squeezed small in his big hand.
“Gentle, gentle, be gentle,” I soothed. He was hurting me.
He eased his grip a little - my breast felt hot and alive from his touch.
As I gently stroked his face he calmed a little and his hold on my bare breast became more gentle, more massaging, more seductive.
“Thats nicer” I whispered “much nicer”. My voice had a tremble in it, one he could detect. He brushed my nipple and I involuntarily gasped out loud. So he did it again! I couldn’t help it - my head went back, mouth open as I gasped aloud at the sensation.
He read the signs and instantly bent forward and took my nipple deep into his mouth. I clung to his head as he suckled me - drawing affection and satisfaction from my body. I could feel his tongue working my nipple and the sensation, mixed with his passion, made me want to feed him all he needed. I looked down at him, his eyes were closed and I watched my nipple slipping back and fore into his mouth to the rhythm of his sucks. He looked like a child that was desperate for love and I tried to feed him that love as he suckled me. The emotion heightened the sensation to fever pitch.
Breathing deeply I pressed my breast hard into his face as my arms encircled his head, giving him as much of my breast as I could.
Then, before I could stop him, his hand slid straight up my skirt!
Oh gosh, I felt helpless, weak, trembling. His fingers were inside my panties straight away. I meant to stop him but my legs instinctively parted for him to have easier access. I squirmed and tried to push his arm away but he was too strong and even as I was pushing him away I felt his strength overwhelm me and his fingers entered deep into me.
My head went back, mouth open, and my body heaved as he began to work me hard and fast. I really didn’t want to orgasm with him but knew that if he kept the seduction going I was sure to explode. His mouth took my nipples at will, his face nuzzling hard into my breasts. His fingers moved inside me - left - right - up - down - oh goodness - I clung to him for dear life! I was utterly weak, like a rag doll. I felt I was being raped, but it was a rape I wanted. Emotions confused with sensations. Why not let him bring me to orgasm (oh goodness I am so close)! Juices flowing. My whole body screamed for orgasm and my animal instincts wanted more but my brain and emotions said, no. I could hear the wet, rapid movement of his fingers through my juices, his hand was dripping with my desire. I held my breath, face distorted and thrust my crutch up to his hand. Finger nails digging into his back and a silent scream in my mouth I could feel my whole body shaking
with the building orgasm.
No: I want to remain aloof and in control.
I grabbed his cock in my hand. It felt huge, heavy, hard, burning hot; rigid, tense, throbbing!
I slid my fingers up and down the straining shaft, seducing the swollen red tip that was covered with his slippery pre-cum. He gasped, a whimpering sound, and the power of his fingers inside me subsided. I took over the seduction by pushing him back in his chair and sliding my fingers up and down his shaft, gripping so tight I could feel the power of his desire pulse through my hand.
His hand had left my crutch but I was afraid he was going to try take me again. So as my hand seduced his cock fast and firm I made him look into my face.
“Look at me’, I challenged, “Look at me - You wanted me to help you cum - then cum - Cum for me - explode with your lust for me - fuck me in your mind and CUM”. I almost shouted the last word in his face giving him such a power of emotion that he looked almost angry, aggressive.
I lowered my head to his cock and as my lips surrounded the swollen, juicy tip I felt his whole body tense and heard an almighty groan.
The next moment a stream of his cum filled my mouth, hot and creamy. I instinctively jerked up and again he shot semen into my eyes and over my face. The depth and power of his groans for some reason gave me a massive buzz of adrenaline and a feeling of deep satisfaction. Cum seeped through my fingers and mingled with his pubic hair. I wanked him harder for a few more moments - “More” I demanded “Cum more”, but he was past enjoying it.
He lay there absolutely drained - drained of energy, drained of cum, drained of emotion. I cleaned myself up as best I could.
I slipped out of his car and around into my car before he had time to respond. He clearly didn’t want me to leave but couldn’t physically pursue me covered in cum and with his trousers around his ankles. He couldn’t even open his car door, only look at me through the facing windows.
“You OK”? I questioned, he nodded his reply. “Was it all you expected” I asked.
“You have no idea how much more - you are so beautiful - so sexy - so lovely - far better than I deserve.”
I started my car engine. “Will I see you again?” as asked.
“No, I think not” I replied softly and gently.
Then he burst into tears!
I had drained him of everything he had to give.
I drove away with a warm sense of satisfaction and a huge sigh. I had walked a tightrope but had not fallen off. Stepped into the lions mouth but not got bitten. It had been close, very close. I had given him all he had wanted and more, yet remained in control; just!
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