I am an absolute phonephobe. I just don’t like calling people, leaving voice mails, and all that. My partial hearing loss also gets in the way, especially when it comes to hearing men’s voices over the phone. Thus, our evening began as always – with late night text messages.
Me – Hey Beautiful, can you come out and play tonight?
Sebastian- I don’t think so. I’m not sure when I’m getting out of work, and I’m tired.
(It was pushing 1am at this point)
Me – Ah well, you know I’m always up late, and you’re always welcome darlin’. If you change your mind, bring gloves. I want to finger your ass.
(Almost immediately, I got a text back)
Sebastian- I’m getting out now. I’m on my way as soon as I can get a car. What’s your address again?
Me – Sweet!
(I gave my address, and quick directions via the two big roads close by.)
Sebastian- Which is faster? I can’t wait for you to fuck me.
Me – The second one. God, I can’t wait to watch you.
Sebastian- I love it. Can’t wait to feel you inside me.
There was text message silence for a little while, as I ran around getting everything ready. First, I made sure I had beer and smokes. I fixed myself up a bit, double checked the state of my nails, and set up my bedside table.
Lube, toys, towel, paper towel, condoms, and my trusty vibrator.
I set a few cold beers and a bottle opener by the window. I lowered the lights. Once he texted to let me know he was about twenty minutes away, I lit my candles, and went downstairs to wait for him.
Sebastian- Be a dear, and file your nails for me?
Me -Already done Beautiful. I’ve got everything ready, I’m just waiting for you and your sweet ass.
Sebastian- You’re so fucking hot.
I sat on the step in front of my building, smoking, and jumping each time I saw headlights. When a cab finally stopped near by, I leaped to my feet. It was him!
When he got out of the car, the first thing I saw were his legs. Sebastian has the most gorgeous legs I’ve ever seen on a man, ever. As always, he was wearing deliciously tight jeans that hugged every inch of those leg, and when he turned around to pay the cabbie, oh, there they were clinging to slim hips and that sweet little ass of his. Its just so…guh. I can’t keep my hands off of it, or out of it.
I call him Beautiful for a reason.
We practically flew up to my apartment, and we were all over each other the whole way.
When we got to my room, he opened his bag and showed me the gloves and lube he had bought.
I laughed, “Darlin, how could you think I wouldn’t have lube?” I held up the 16oz pump handle bottle of Babelube “I’ve got the best. We don’t need KY!”
“I forgot,” he grinned sheepishly “but I did get the gloves. They’re textured, so you have to turn them inside out. ”
I worked on turning the gloves inside out while Sebastian went to the bathroom to clean up a bit. I put the gloves aside with all the other toys. It may seem self centered, but I like to get mine first. Considering it was late and were going to be engaged in some very intense activity, I knew Sebastian would want to fall asleep after he came on my hand. That’s fair. I can dig sleeping. I like to sleep, but I like to come even more.
When he came back, we sat and smoked a cigarette, and I put some music on. We talked a little, but it was one of those ‘we’re so having sex in like five minutes’ conversations that quickly turned into pre-game innuendo and dirty talk.
I finished smoking first, and started to stroke his legs. I know, I know, I have this ridiculous fascination with them! I haven’t gotten the chance yet, to feel them wrapped around my waist, with my cock buried deep in his ass…god that would be hot.
Stroking his legs quickly turned into groping him, which of course turned into getting him out of those pants. This time, thank god, he wasn’t wearing those cowboy boots of his. (They look fucking hot, but last time he wasn’t able to get them off! He was sitting on the floor while I tried to pull them off, and my flat mates, who were on conference call playing WoW were really confused as to what was going on. And we hadn’t even started the sex portion of the evening.)
I know I go on and on about his legs, but I just can’t help it. I’ve noticed certain men I’ve been with have left me with a lasting obsession. Daniel left me with an unnatural attraction to suspenders and a new appreciation of male body hair. Sebastian, gave me this obsession with a males legs. I hadn’t thought about it until recently, but half the fun of giving head is the proximity to a mans leg, or at least, Sebastian’s legs. Long and lithe, sliding against me as a I engulf his cock, muscles twitching and shaking as bring him towards the edge and back off. I want to build it up, to press his desire up and on. I want him insane with desire before he starts fucking me.
And ah, how it works. Soon we were on my bed, and he’s pulling me to the edge while I scrabble onto my knees, bringing my ass up in the air, beckoning him forward. He teased me, rubbing the head of his cock against my dripping pussy before sinking it into me, all in one.
I yowl “What are you doing?! Fuck my ass!”
“You don’t want me to fuck your pussy?” he pauses his thrusting, and I feel him throb inside me.
“Not now! I want your cock in my ass right now” Christ. If I had to wait much longer, I was going to start whinging. Luckily, he didn’t keep me waiting. He quickly pulled out and when I turned around, I saw him grinning as he lubed up his cock.
“You’re so fucking hot.” I reached over for my trusty vibe, cranking that baby up as he repositioned him self and slid into my ass. He started out slowly, but the combination of pulsing vibrations on my clit and the feel of his cock sliding in and out of me always drives me over the edge, and I do love a hard ass fucking.
It wasn’t long before I was shouting at him to fuck me harder, to fuck me faster, and Bastian, being the darling he is, obliged, both hands on my hips as he fucked away. I could feel his hipbones against my ass, and the steady rhythm of his balls slapping against my pussy.
I quickly lost words, just moaning and screaming against a pillow I clutched to my face, the other hand working the vibrator. Sebastian was leaning over me, with one hand on my shoulder. His hair was brushing my shoulders when he started talking.
“You like my cock in your slutty ass, don’t you? Yeah, fucking take that big cock in your ass.”
I really do lose all sense of words when fucking. I couldn’t even muster up a response other than ‘Oh god yes, don’t stop don’t fucking stop you son of a bitch, don’t stop fucking my ass, please don’t stop, please, more, harder, fuck me harder!’ over and over, begging him not to stop as I got closer and closer to coming.
When I finally came, it was with a series of yelps and whimpers, and a deep groan. There’s something about an anal orgasm that brings out something deep and visceral in me, toning down my usual screams and yells. It just feels deeper, and more intense.
I slumped over on the bed, shuddering as Sebastian grabbed the paper towels, and cleaned me up. Once I could sit up, I lit a cigarette, thoroughly fucked and content, and still looking forward to round two.
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Round two to follow shortly. :)
