Paying Attention

It was about fifteen minutes into their date when Lia leaned over the table and said, “I enjoy having a lover who pays attention. Do you pay attention, Marco?”

Marcos had not been paying attention.

Well, at least not to her words.

He heard the sharp slap of her question and quickly sat up straighter, winning while simultaneously trying to rewind what she had said so that he could Respond. What was she just saying? Dammit.

In his defense, he had been paying a certain kind of attention. He had been following the curve of her breasts in that tight berry colored sweater that nipped in at her waist. He had been watching carefully as she ran her fingertips with matching magenta fingerprints against the rim of the cappuccino she was sipping. He had been very attentive a couple of minutes ago to the way her legs looked in the jeans that clung to her ass when she walked back up to the bistro counter to ask for sugar.

Oh he was paying attention all right. Just not to the words she was saying. They were going in his otherwise occurred mind and out as if there had been nothing but air between his ears. He twisted the paper napkin in his lap in hopes that it could give him a few seconds to come up with a response and then said inarticulately “Uhhh…”

She told. “Your inattentive response answers my question doesn’t it Marco? Seems like you’re not the type of person I’m looking for.” She leaned back and crossed her arms. “Ah well. At least this cappucino is decent.”

She was easily 10 years older than him, curvy as hell and tiny. Her lips were carefully painted and her wide blue eyes were inquisitive and lined in what he thought might be called cat-eye makeup. Her hair was wavy, shoulder-length brown hair that was styled to make him feel like she had an untamed side.

He found Lia attractive. VERY attractive. And he suddenly feared he was about to lose her, because he hadn’t been paying attention to what she was saying.

“I’m… I’m so sorry Lia. I do… I mean… I’m sorry. I do want to pay attention, I was just… distracted. Please, I’m so sorry.”

He felt so off balance around her. How could such a diminutive thing like her manage to make him so flustered and so turned around so that he couldn’t speak? Compared to his six feet three, broad should, beared self she was… well she didn’t come up to his Shoulder. And yet she held herself as though she were the queen of everything.

It made his cock stiffen in his pants. Which was an uncomfortable realization because his general appendage was now in his pant leg making a bulge while he really needed to be paying attention to see if he could set this date back on a course towards what he actually wanted.

Lia fixed him with her blue-eyed star. “Now what could have distracted you?” She tipped her head to the side as if truly curious.

“I think… I think…” He took a deep breath and looked up at her. “I’m terribly distractedby you Lia. You’re… you are very, very… I’m just really attracted to you.”

She smiled and looked at him as if he had finally pleased her. “Go on.”, she said.

“Well, uhh… you’re really… you’re really sexy and you make me feel… Uhh… But I was… I was trying to pay attention. I just kind of keep getting… distracted by how… how hot you are and how much I I want to please you.”

Lia smiled again, dipped her finger into the foam of her cappucino and licked it. Marcos felt his balls tighten and his breath quicken.

“It’s always nice to hear a tall, good looking man tell me they’re attracted to me. It might explain some aspects of the inattention you’ve shown me. So let’s hear more from you Marco, you wrote a bit about what you’re looking for in Your profile but I’d like to hear it from your lips. What do you want?”

He took a deep breath, feeling his stomach roll and looked down to his untouched coffee. “I… I’ve always been attracted to women who are independent and strong. And I’m curious. I’m curious to know what it would be like to be with someone who is… well… who takes charge.” He paused and looked up at her and she nodded at him to keep going.

“People look at me and… well, I look like this” he held his arms out as if to show off his broad wingspan, muscles, his square jaw and his bear.

“Women seems usually expect a guy like me to tell them what to do. Like pin them down or whatever and sure, I can do it. I just sometimes wish that they’d be in charge. I wanna know that I’m pleasing the woman I’m with. I’d really like to know that what I’m doing is working, or even if it’s not – to be told what would work. It’s such a turn on. It’s like, I can lead, but it makes my head go a million miles an hour and I Really want to feel what it’s like to not have to be so in control when I’m… when I’m…well when… I don’t know…”

“When you’re having sex?” Lia said it calmly looking at him. “You’d like to let goof control during sex? You’d like to let a woman tell you what to do, how to please her and what she would like to make her feel good?”

“Yes. God yes.” Marco’s mouth got dry and he looked up at her.

She smiled and her gaze was piercing “You seem like you enjoy pleasure women, what else do you like during sex?”

He bit his lip.

“I mean, everything. I like it all, but I really really like oral sex. I really love licking pussy and could do it for hours.”

She looked him, took another sip of her cappucino and said, “Well, I’m officially more interested than I was just a minute ago. Let’s talk about your limits.”

He found Lia easy to talk to. She asked questions and inquired about his STI status and asked him about his intentions for a relationship and what he like do to do and not to do. They talked about it all, and by the end he was both dazzled and frankly more than a little bit in love. He would happily have followed her home and done exactly what shewanted right then and there.

But Lia said she wanted him to write her an email with a description of how exactly he would pay attention to her if they were to have a scene together. He felt like a chatted schoolboy who was determined to prove himself and went home and wrote out the importance of being attentive to her straightaway. He included the way he was attentive to her beauty, demeanor and presence. He desperately hoped that This magical creativity would let him spend time with her.

He was elated when she sent a note back with an address and a date and time three days later.

She welcomed him into the small solid house with a red door and he slipped his shoes off in the entryway. She invited him into the small cozy living room with a fireplace and pointed him to the pillow at her feet.

“Sit at my feet. You’ll start by giving me a foot rub.”

He moved himself down to the floor, taking the large cushion she offered him, feeling the distance between them. He liked this, it felt right somehow. He rarely saw anyone from this perspective being as tall and as large as he was. Lia reclined and he began to rub her feet, focusing on each toe, listening to her breath as he dug his fingers into her arch and she leaned back into pleasure. When it seemed like the right time, he moved to the other foot, paying attention to her toes, her arch, and the curve of her ankle. When he was done, he looked up at her face which was soft and relaxed. He grinned and felt a spark of joy.

He had pleased her.

Lia’s foot slipped between his legs and she rubbed the ridge of his cock. He could feel the tip of it starting to emerge from his pants. He groaned and worked not to press his hips against the stroking of her feet.

“Good boy. That felt delicious. Did that turn you on Marco?”

“Yes ma’am.” He managed to say.

“That’s what I thought. I want to see you. Strip.”

He pulled his shirt off first, wanting to show her that he workedout. He was proud of his arms and shoulders and the hair on his chest. Then, even though it was awkward, he stayed down on the ground and scooted his pants and boxes off. He wanted to stay beneath her.

His cock bobbed. He was so hard as he tried to figure out how to sit – cross legged? Kneeling? What was the right move here?

Lia snapped her fingers so that he looked up at her. “Kneel up, darling. I want to see you.”

His cock pulsed. She wanted to look him over.

She leaned forward and grasped his cock and balls in her two small hands. His whole body jolted with desire, fuck this was a turn on. While her hands were smooth, the touch was strangely impersonal, he was being handled, examined, considered. He whimpered.

“Stay still.” She commanded.

He did his best as she played with his foreskin, pumped his cock deliciously and then tightened her fingers around the base of his balls to cup them.

“What are your measurements?” She said while tightening her fingers around his ballsack.

“Wha.. What?” He couldn’t think while she gropeed him.

“What are the measures of your dick. Surely you have pulled out a ruler and taken it to that cock of yours. I don’t enjoy repeating myself.”

“Uh, I’m seven and a half inches long when erect.” She continued to tease and touch his balls, then gave his cock a few more pumps. “And you certainly are erect now aren’t you?” she eyed his naked member and stopped her hand movement.

“Yes Ma’am” he wanted to push his cock into her hand, to fuck her fist because it felt so good to have her touch him.

“And girl?” He blinked.

“Uh, four and a half inches around ma’am” She gave him a few more pumps and he was moaning again. She stopped suddenly.

“Let’s see if you are willing to pay attention to me playing with my pussy. Is that something that could hold your attention do you think?”

“Oh yes Ma’am. I would like that.”

Lia pulled him to the edge of the couchand told him to sit back on his heels and then she hiked up her skirt. She hadn’t been wearing any underwear, she was neat and trimmed and he could smell her. Musky and sweet. She scooted herself down, body lounging and then put one foot up on Marcos shoulder while she scissored her fingers.

“Are you paying attention to me now Marco?”

He couldn’t have torn his eyes away if he wanted to.

“Oh yes Ma’am, you, you are… your pussy is very beautiful Ma’am.”

She looked at him while letting her fingers skate up and down her wet slit, playing with her clip and teasing it out from behind it’s hood. She liked the way the pleasure felt and she enjoyed his attentions.

“I want you to watch as I masturbate. You are not to touch yourself until I tell you to.” He groaned because he wanted nothing more than to touch his hard dick, but he wanted her to be pleased more than he wanted his own pleasure.

Instead he catalogued her moans, the way her hips moved, the way she pressed her heel against his shoulder, the way she bit her lip when her orgasm topped over, the way her fingers sounded as they moved through the wetness and she told her release.

She looked down at him. “Good boy, you stayed very attentive. Would you like to suck and lick my fingers as a treatment?”

He nodded and moved towards the hand on her thigh. “Ah Ah” she clicked. “I am feeding my fingers to you. Open your mouth little boy, stick out your tongue.” Jesus, no one would think of him as little – he was a big man but she made him FEEL small and submissive.

He loved it.

She ran her fingertips over his lips and then slowly put her fingers in his mouth and he sucked and licked them enthusiastically.

“Here you are cleaning my juices off of my fingers and I haven’t even kissed you yet. Such a good attentive slut for me, aren’t you? Does that turn you on?”

Around her fingers he said “Oh yes Ma’am”

“Such a good boy. There’s a clothes right here.You may jerk yourself off into it while sucking the rest of my cum off my fingers.”

He sucked harder while taking the towel she offered him. The taste of her was hypnotic, he wanted so badly to cum and to do it when she said was even better. He pumped his cock two times, three, then four and came all over the towel with a gasp. Her fingers were still in his mouth and he continued licking and suckling them until she pulled them free.

Lia kissed his forehead as he slumped forward into her lap, playing with his hair and letting him sink into her.

“I like it when you pay attention Marco”