Mr. Handsome

This story was written by a friend (who wishes to remain anonymous) and edited by me. Any and all praise for the work belongs to her! He stepped out of the shower, his salt and pepper hair still damp, the beads of water trickled down his chest and back, stopping at the towel that wrapped his waist, concealing his privates. I could see from my vantage point, one drop start at his earlobe, river down his chest, and guided by his chest hair, stop at his right nipple. It hung there briefly, not wanting to fall, clinging like a kiss, before finally letting go and falling to the tile floor with a silent splat. I couldn’t take my eyes off him! It was early morning, the sun peaked through the slivered opening in sheer curtains. He was silhouetted against the soft crimson wall, looking for all the world like an older Adonis. It was making me wet just thinking of what I wanted to do to this man. Wearing nothing but a terrycloth housecoat, looking like a lost sheep, I was thinking only of him, and how I must take advantage of this Greek God’s presence before my husband returns later in the day. His name is Fox Handsome. He is my new neighbor. He came etimesgut escort over to borrow some sugar and ended up staying the night. “Good morning Fox” I say, patting the bed next to me. “Do me a favor and sit here on the bed until I come back. I won’t be but a moment.” He smiles and sits, but his eyes are saying, ’What have you got in store for me now?’ I race to the kitchen, looking for baby oil, but finding none, I settle for olive oil instead, warming it in the microwave as I grab a beach towel from the cupboard. Returning from the kitchen, I ask, “Fox, would you mind standing for a second while I spread this on the bed?” He complies, still wrapped in the towel. Looking into his warm blue eyes, I smile and ask him to lay down on his stomach. As he moves toward the bed, I whip the towel off revealing his cute dimpled ass. His cheeks could not have been more perfectly formed unless you drew them with a pencil. As he lay there naked, I admire the his soft skin, belying his age, and the cute tan lines accentuated by the lily white skin of his lower buttocks. He has sat in the sun with nothing more than eryaman escort a Speedo. This man does NOT go to a tanning booth. In a husky voce, I whisper, “ I am going to give you a massage, Fox!” Not waiting for his approval, I slip my robe off my shoulders revealing my own lush nakedness.. It falls to the floor next to his towel. My face flushes with the heat generated by my thoughts of what I am about to do with this man. Straddling his back, I reach for the warm oil, spilling it onto my hand, and his shoulders. It is warm enough to be comfortable, so he does not shy away from the feel of it. Starting at the nape of his neck, I rub and knead, feeling the knots disappear. “Kay, that feels sooo good!” he moans, turning his head to the side, and noticing my nakedness. “Mmmmm, looks good too!” Moving lower, my bum resting on his, I work on his lower back. “Oh my God, that feels heavenly” My dampness increases as I finish, my voice cracking slightly as dismount and ask him to roll over. As he does I see that he is semi-hard. I smile, knowing what I’m doing, but denying myself the pleasure. At least for now. sincan escort I was on a mission to get the most pleasure I could from my shy Fox. I straddle his chest, my pussy tickled by his chest hair. I bend over and kiss him, letting my tongue find his mouth, looking to explore within. His lips open and I enter. He tastes of mint, his teeth freshly brushed. We linger this way for a moment before I abruptly pull away. I have a job to do! Pouring more oil on my hand, some leaks onto his hairy chest. I massage his pectorals with my small hands. My fingers brush his nipples, by now standing at attention. As I slowly circle them with a finger, emulating what he did last night to me, he moans, looking into my face. I smile again as I bend to nibble each, now slippery with oil. The subtle flavor of the olive oil is nice, especially as I lick the taut nipples before gently pinching each with my teeth. “Kay, you’re making me hard!” he groans. Lifting myself off him as I re-sit on his thighs, I can feel the hardness of him brushing against my ass cheeks. “I know!” I answer with a wicked smile. But I have a job to do, so I continue the massage of his belly. He reached for my breasts as they dangle in front of him. I slap them away, playfully telling him “No!” He pouts, but complies as I move to sit on his knees. His cock is now in full view, and looks magnificent! Delicious! The swollen head, the veiny shaft. I am thoroughly wet now.