As she watched neighbor’s college son walk out of the gym hall, Pauline slowly emerged from her post-orgasm afterglow. With it, her awareness of herself and her surroundings returned. The clanking of the weights in the main gym hall. The soft hiss of the air-conditioning. The warm sunrays falling through the window of the now empty exercise room she was in. And, a slow, pulsing desire emanating from her clip for more. More of the man she had just sucked off. More of him.
She could still taste him. He had been clear, however, that this was all she was going to get for now. That only seemed to heighten the low, but present, tension she felt. Slowly, she started touching herself, feeling her own wetness. She didn’t care that the maintenance men outside fixing the pool could probably still see her. In fact, probably were watching her.
Let them, she thought. She leaned back against stack of yoga mats on the far side of the hall where the neighbor’s college son had previousy pinned her down. She sat down with her back against the stack and her legs lightly spread out before her, and proceeded to take off her crop top followed by her sportsbra, exposing her nipples to the cool gym air. The cares of the refreshing air made goosebumps stand out all over her body.
At first, she only lightly ran her fingers along her legs, feeling the smooth curve of her quads, focusing on the Sensations around her. The soft touch of the sunrays slowly warming her up. The springy feel of the yoga mats against her back. Soon, however, as her hands slowly moved inwards, the world around her started to fall away.
She forced herself to only lightly stroke her clip with her left hand despite her hunger for a more intense sensing. With her other hand she traced a line with her nails along her neck, down to her chest and in between her breasts, the slight scratching sensing sending small shivers through her spine.
She arched her back, moving with the buildingSensation. Her breathing came quicker and more laboured. Images of his muscle physique flitted through her mind. His chiselled shoulders and the struggles of his chest. His powerful legs. The tight ridges of his abs ending in a v-point just above his engorged, thick cock.
She continued to deny her clip a more intense sensing, savouring the heady mix of frustration and sexual tension as she imagined him holding her down, powerless to resist as he finally thrusted himself within her. The tension built and built until she could hold it no longer. Her orgasm rolled over her in waves as she shuddered and twitched in sweet release.
And yet, while momentarily fulfilled, a small part of her hungered for more. The real thing. Tonight. She quickly gathered her things, noting that the maintenance men outside were watching her Every move. Their hungry glances roved over her naked body, their erections pushing against their waistbands. She revealed in the attention, knowing that she must have driven them mad with lust. Still, she spared them no further glance, her mind focused on one thing only.
***
She checked herself one final time in the mirror. She had settled on a tight, red dress which nicely accentuated the slight muscle curve of her legs, her taut stomach and firm breasts. That will do, she thought, as she locked the door behind her. Cradling a good bottle of wine, she walked the short distance to the neighbors.
Sebastian opened the door shortly after her knock.
‘Welcome, welcome’ he exclaimed, all the while making a heroic effort not to glance down at her chest. As she followed him to the through the house to the garden, she had to admit the tasteful setup. All glass and tight lines.
She remarked as much as to her host.
‘My wife is an interior designer. Goes with the trade. I can ask my son, Julien, to show you around later if you want’, Sebastian answered, with an easy smile.
Julien it was. A small thrill ran through her as she savoured the name, and the man that came with it.
Outside, in the spacious garden, small knots of people were talking amongst themselves. The barbecue was placed in the middle, tended by young man she did not recognize. A few tables were set out next to it, with the usual barbecue sides, ranged from the obligatory potato salad to corn on the cobb. A slender blonde woman in a long black dress detached herself from the nearest group and came towards them.
‘Ah Pauline, so glad you could make it. I am Christine’, she spoke while beaming at Pauline, drawing her hand affectionately on Sebastian’s shoulder. ‘Please help yourself to whatever you like’
‘Thanks for the invitation, I …’, Pauline started to respond before a deep voice cut in.
‘Ah ms. Hansen, we meet again’. A second Shiver ran down her spine as she recognized Julien coming towards her. He was wearing tailored linen pants with a dress shirt hanging in a loose fit from his powerful shoulders.
‘Ah Julien, you’ve met already? Good. Pauline here would love a tour of the house, would you mind?’ Sebastian said.
Julien gazed at her intensely for what seemed an eternity.
‘Sure’
She could feel a slight throbbing sensing of anticipation emanating from her clip as she followed him towards the house.
Once inside, he wasted no time leading her up the stairs to the second floor. The din from the party outside filtered softly through the spatial room, which was dominated by large couch, a few designer chairs and a flatscreen bolted to the wall. Light came in from both sides as they were all glass, at one end overlooking the garden and at the other overlooking the approach to the house.
Without another word he pulled her close against him, his hands travelling up her legs, his eyes widening slightly as he realized she was not wearing any underwear. She could see the dark shape of his cock scanning against the linen pants. He turned her aroundd, encircling her with his muscle arms and pressing himself up against her. Her heartbeat fluttered with the pressure of his arms against her stomach and that of his swollen member against her curve of her buttocks.
Taking her by her hair, he pulled her head backward and dug his teeth into her neck, hard to enough to make her gasp. Meanwhile, the deft fingers of his other hand slide inside her sopping vagina. His other hand released her hair and instead dropped down, massaging her clip, almost overwhelming her with the sheer intensity of the sensing.
Soon, her legs started shaking and a shudder ran op her spine as she neared the cliff edge of her orgasm. He noticed, however, and wound down his attentions, denying her her release.
‘Not yet’, he grew and walked towards the couch, pulling Pauline with him. With one hand he undid his pants and his cock sprang free from its previous confinement. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the thick, pulsing metabolism of it.
He then bent her over the couch and hitched up her dress. Pauline quivered in anticipation. She was so wet she thought she must be dripping by now. For an agonising eternity she could feel his body heat, teasingly near. His hands on her thighs. Her breasts resting on the leather of the couch, a cool sensing that she could feel through her dress.
And then, finally, finally, he entered her. Pauline exhausted involuntarily with the mounting pressure. She had never felt so … full before. So complete. His warmth blossomed within her, leaving her shaky.
As he started thrusting within her, she lost more and more of herself in the sensing. She could feel every twitch in his powerful dick. Every clnch of her own in return. The slapping of his powerful thighs and the muscle wall of his lower abdomen against her ass. Her own bucking against the pressure exerted.
She started moaning. Loudly. Little drops of sweat started to form on her back, pearling down her sidesas the tension mounted within her. He didn’t let up and with each thrust she could feel herself spiraling upwards, in between lust and desire. She reached to be released, but somehow he kept her on the knife edge. Her fingers clawed the leather couch as she bit her lip. Her legs started to tremble. She was ready to burst.
Sensing this, and without breaking the intense rhythm, his hands moved to her neck, squeezing powerfully. She wheezed as the contract made it difficult to breathe. Her heartbeat galloped away. She realized she was helpless in his hands. Completely at his mercy. She could see the powerful muscles of his forearms bunch as he increased the pressure slightly. Everything seemed to fall away until could only feel the thrusting pressure and the sound of her own laboured breathing.
Uff. She exhausted. Uff. A tremor ran through her, from her toes to her constricted neck. Uff. A first, small, wave of pleasure rolled over her, causing her to sag against the couch. Uff. A second, more powerful wave Shock her, causing to lurch forward. Uff. She exploded into a thousand warm sensings pulsing through her body.
He let go of her. With the sudden rush of air, her whole body Shock as surge after surge of her orgasm overtook her. Were it not for his strong hands holding her up she would have collapsed there and then as her legs turned to jelly.
He didn’t let up, however, and as the afterglow kept pulsing within her he increased his rhythm.
Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff. Uff.
And then, with a powerful grunt, driving deep, deep inside her, he came. His cock pulsed as he filled her. Her own ongoing orgasm spiked, as the delicious sensing of his pumping dick alternated with her clenching vaginal muscles. It seemed to go on forever, until she Finally collapsed, panting, on the couch.
In her state of post-orgasm bliss understanding slowly dawned on her. Never before had she felt so sated. So happily spent. She doubted she would ever find satisfaction with another again. What she needed was him. So, she did not protest when his deep voice rumbled.
‘Don’t clean up. I want you to return to the party with my cum dripping down your legs’
Instead, she nodded meekly and pulled down her dress. She then followed Julien down the stairs, reflecting on how much she had changed in such a short time. And wondering where it would go next.
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