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I wondered.

Until, with his eyes fixed on me, he reached to unbuckle his belt.

Now that he was abiding with my wishes to disrobe, I couldn’t get undressed quick enough. I kicked my jeans across the room.

The panties were next. I fumbled to get them removed while my eyes were glued to his nether regions. In anticipation of the big release, I didn’t want to divert my eyes, even for a second. I lifted one foot, stumbled a few steps, and almost fell.

Frustrated, and certain I was headed for doom, I steadied myself against the arm of the couch and looked down.

I carefully pulled the dainty fabric free from one ankle, and then the other. Embarrassed by my nearly disastrous tumble, I tossed the panties aside and looked up.

Dear. God.

He stood over me, completely naked.

His chest was wide and muscular, and his abs were rippled as if chiseled from marble. The absence of bodyfat allowed a well-defined “V” to form at the base of his abdomen. Despite the muscular perfection of his well-proportioned body, the most amazing thing about him hung heavily between his legs.

A perfectly shaped, thick, throbbing dick unlike anything I’d ever seen.

If ever a cock could be gorgeous, his was.

Still dressed in my shirt and bra, I decided being completely naked was no longer necessary. Dressed in my shirt and bra I could ride his cock, and that was all that mattered.

My mouth salivated. I tingled. It was the all over kind of tingling that generally preceded me giggling like an idiot. My eyes shot up to meet his, paused, and then fell back to the object of my desire.

And I giggled. Just a little bit.

I felt his hands at my sides. I looked up. His eyes met mine and stopped me from giggling. I stood there, mesmerized, incapable of doing much of anything. I felt inexperienced and proceeding seemed complicated.

He reached down, pulled my shirt over my head, and laid it on the back of the couch. Then, he leaned forward to reach around me and unbuckle my bra. While he fumbled with the clasp, the tip of his dick shaft tapped against my stomach

It was all the invitation I needed.

I reached between his legs and blindly searched.

I felt my boobs rise and then fall. I saw my bra being flicked aside out of the corner of my eye.

And then, contact.

Holy crap. Holy effing crap.

I wrapped my hand around it, or at least I tried.

The giggling resurfaced.

“Are you okay?”

I began to stroke it gently, met his gaze, and nodded.

“I uhhm.” I stroked it a few times, and couldn’t help but grin. “I. You can. You can do whatever you want with me. And I mean it. Whatever. You. Want. I uhhm. I love sex.”

He smiled ever so slightly.

I grinned an eager grin. “I just wanted to get that out there.”

I wanted to make him happy. I planned to suck his cock, and hoped it would please him. I imagined seeing the look on his face as I took every inch that I was able into my mouth, carefully massaging his balls in my hand as I did so.

Seeking his approval by my maintained eye contact, I would continue until he either asked me to stop, or I brought him to orgasm.