was it a fairytale after all?...part 2

A continuation from part 1.... a mans fantasy, a naughty expectation, that took an unexpected turn...

....Pressing hard on his throbbing shaft he imagined the sexy siren from the porn video he had watched the night before. He imagined her walking toward him, there and then, going down on her haunches, knees spread, no panties, a snatch juicy...so succulent, her hands on either of his knees, looking up at him and asking him if he would love her to suck deep and hard on his shaft.
He knew in reality, he would have kept quiet for his mumble would have been inaudible. All he would have wished for was her to suck the living daylights out of his hardness. It didn't help that his mind went to such places, for it took just that much longer to settle his thoughts and try control himself, look decent enough to carry on with whatever he was doing.

And that is how he got to find her. He wanted to indulge in the full fantasy, experience at anothers hands, much of what he had been experimenting on his own. He had found his erogenous areas. He had found the pleasure of massaging and lightly squeezing his scrotum. He had found deep satisfaction at massaging his perinea area and pushing his shaft backward until it became near impossible to continue because of its hardness. He realised the intense pleasure of prostate play.
His search centred not only on finding a lady whose look appealed to him but, one who cared to dabble in the adventure of teaching and showing him how his cock could be pleasured beyond that which he knew.
Thus began the communication and eventually the meet.
She was tall, statuesque, regal, strong, feminine, alluring, enigmatic, seductively gorgeous.
Her enveloping hug was like a live wire, jolting his body with an intense unexplained feeling. He felt as if he had been shocked into life. His heart began to beat at an abnormal rate. His cock began to stir.
She walked ahead of him, leading him  down the garden path and through a huge dark brown mahogany door into her domain. He couldn't remember much of his surroundings. But he would never forget that it had been sultry, enchanting and smelt of exotic eroticism.
He was thankful that she had chosen silence over chit chit and meaningless banter. He had never been good at that.
The trance continued and without much fuss he allowed her to blindfold him. This stranger, this beautiful being...instinctively he knew he had to let go, he had to trust her, otherwise it would be a waste of time and expectations failed.
She began to disrobe him,. Nothing out of the ordinary but, the fact that his ability to see had been taken away from him, made his skin excitable and his mind lustfully crazy. The heat of her closeness, her nonsensical seductive whispers, his torso exposed and her measured breathing on his naked skin....he presumed she must be on her knees, centimetres be her mouth from his cock. She unbelted and unzipped him, and exposed his longness. She slid his shoes and socks off and his trouser and there he stood, in the middle of what seemed....lustful nothingness....yet an abnormal energy pulsating, knowing she be somewhere near....observing him.
All of a sudden he felt her behind him. Without touching with her hands, she began to mould her shape into his...he pushed back into her and felt as if his skin needed to fuse with hers. She bit deep and wide into the side of his neck extracting a yelp of pleasure from him. His cock bounced and throbbed, pulsating as if it had a life of its own.
With her hands on his hips, being taller than he, she pulled his ass into her. Her strength made him crazy. He knew her perfect round bosom had been enhanced but at that moment there was no care to think about trivialities such as those.
And in her husky voice she told him she would lead him to the shower...waters tepid, perfect, gentle sprays on his skin, her hands lathering every part of him.
The slip and slide, the pauses, the gripping, the dragging of nails, the stretching of his balls....soaped and soaped and lathered and lathered. He felt like keeling over from the intense pleasure...and all the time the blindfold remained in place. She then rinsed him off and asked him to enjoy his erection by massaging it with his own hands.
Fuck. he loved it.
She asked him to allow his voice free....to moan, to grunt, to growl in release of his pleasure....

(...to be continued)

RB.