by Planter
(All rights reserved.)
[ MF, CFNM, cons ] A simple tale about mutual attraction and lust between a very horny jock and a very persistent seductress, who's almost as horny as him. Plans for their afternoon together have to be altered reluctantly due to an unexpected turn of events.
The name on his new neighbor’s mailbox simply read “Hutchinson.” Unfortunately, no first name was listed. There wasn’t even a first initial which could have provided a clue as to what it was. Rick knew he would have to discover her name the hard way - by asking her - unless that is, the mail carrier were to accidentally insert a piece of her mail in his box by mistake. He wouldn’t hold his breath waiting for that to happen, however. After a while, he decided just to call her “Hutch.”
From the moment he first saw her, she became the woman who fueled his erotic fantasies; not that he needed women to fantasize about. As a college basketball and tennis coach of the women’s teams, Rick didn’t lack for sexy young women to drool over while depleting his testosterone levels. But, Hutch was something else, a cut above the others, even others of her age who he knew from work or his fitness club. Hutch was a perfect "ten," with ample but not enormous breasts, a tight butt and shapely legs like those of the most famous pornstars. Add a beautiful freckled face, heavenly blue eyes and lush, wavy red hair, and she became a goddess for the 29-year old coach.
It was mid-summer. His coaching duties were light and his afternoons were free. It didn’t take long by trial and error to figure out his new heart-throb’s work schedule. At around 3:45 pm on business days, he began his vigil, seated close to his living room window on the second floor of his condo, with blinds partially closed, and a bottle of baby oil and some facial tissues at his side. Stripped to bareness, he leisurely massaged his large manhood to maximum hardness, repeatedly building up excitement to near release, then letting himself cool down. The goal: to be ready and primed to enjoy a glorious climax just as Hutch got out of her car and strode up the walk to her front door, just 30 feet or so from his window.
He took advantage of every opportunity to catch a glimpse of her. When he heard her front door slam shut, he dropped whatever he was doing and rushed to his perch at the living room window. His heart racing, he struggled to hold a pair of binoculars steady with one hand, while stroking with the other hand, eyeing her progress.
One day, he noticed her conversing with a neighbor across the street. To his dismay, the two were greatly enjoying each other’s company, with lots of laughter and occasional light touching. How could she be so forward with him, patting his arm occasionally with her hand? He was sure that she barely knew the neighbor. After all, she just moved into her condo a few weeks ago. And besides, he’s a married man. What a flirt! After a few more minutes, his neighbor’s wife rushed outdoors, briefly greeted Hutch, and then yanked her man back into the safety of their home, quietly scolding him along the way.
For Rick, shock turned to disbelief, which in turn dissolved into anger. What does his neighbor have that he didn’t have? Why that little @#&*! He vowed to forget about her and drive her out of his heart. His now fallen goddess was too free with insincere affection, and wasn’t worth him. She was nothing more than a flirt. Instead, he would fantasize about plenty of other women he knew; and so he did for a few days.
Things weren’t the same during those “days off,” however. He missed the afternoon vigils by the window and the great orgasms. No one else could elevate his excitement like Hutch, as she strolled up her walk in her uniform, hips swaying gently. After observing her converse with his neighbor, he realized that Hutch was also blessed with an alluring smile and plenty of charm and charisma. She was irresistible! He finally softened, forgave her for the "transgressions" of the other day and vowed he would at least try to make her acquaintance somehow.
But how would he meet her? Picking up women with clever conversation wasn’t Rick’s strength. Should he knock on her door and ask to borrow a cup of sugar? Nah! That was too thin a pretense. After mulling over various options, he decided to wait until the weekend and lie under the sun in his back yard. If she came out to work in her yard or to sunbathe, she would be sure to see him. Perhaps their eyes would meet, smiles would follow, and then conversation.
The first time he tried that, he came up with nothing more than a better suntan. After lying in the sun for more than a half hour, he heard her car start and then drive down the street. On the next day his luck was a better, unknowingly to him. From her bedroom window his new neighbor did indeed notice him lying under the sun in his back yard. What made her pay more than passing attention to him was the fact that he seemed occasionally to rub his groin beneath his swimming trucks. Whenever he removed his hand, she noticed a sizeable bulge beneath the loose fabric of his trunks. With heightened curiosity she gazed at the handsome male figure lying on a beach towel, wondering if he was trying to bring himself off or just scratching an itch. About an hour later she gave up watching him, deciding that he hadn’t climaxed when he rose to return to his home, that prominent swelling in his shorts still evident.
The next week passed quickly, and the following Sunday her tall, well-built neighbor came outdoors to lie in the sun once more. She wondered whether he was actually playing with himself to attract her attention. If so, he was succeeding very admirably. She was dying to see his full package, but wondered who he was fantasizing about. Someone he worked with? His girlfriend? A stranger he met at the supermarket? Just an imaginary woman? Or, maybe herself? She fancied that she might be the object of his fantasies, knowing all too well how attractive she was for many men . . . . . . But since she and her neighbor had never met, it seemed unlikely that she was the object of his lust? Perhaps he had noticed her casually once from his condo, and he became aroused. Time would tell.
Another week passed, and once more, this time on Saturday afternoon, the self-play resumed. She decided to call her friend Marissa over to watch the show. She quickly explained to Marissa what was happening. “But hurry. Can you come over right away? I’m afraid he’ll go back indoors before you get here.” A few minutes later, Marissa arrived and joined her friend at the second-floor bedroom window.
“Wow! I see what you mean.” Marissa whispered. “It sure does seem like he’s trying to bring himself off. Do you think he’s trying to attract your attention?”
“Could be he’s too shy to come over and make conversation, but don’t you think that’s a strange way to get a woman interested?”
“Definitely,” Marissa replied, chuckling. “But it’s fun to watch him. He’s got a great build. He must work out regularly. Do you have any idea what he does for a living?”
“Not a clue. He seems to be here all the time. I never see him drive off to work or anything.”
However as before, he quit sunbathing after an hour, rising to return to his condo, with that seemingly uncontrollable erection poking out from beneath his swimming trunks, much to the amusement of the two women. What was he to do about it? There it was: hard and defiant.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
After considering her options for a few more days, she came up with a plan. She had wanted to transplant some potted sunflowers next to her back steps. The next time she saw her neighbor in his yard, she would go out and make enough noise digging to attract his attention.
Sure enough, the following Saturday afternoon, Rick stretched out once again on a large beach towel under the midday sun. She quickly changed into a pair of cut-off jeans and a tank-top, put on a cap and sunglasses, and descended the steps to her back door. On the way out, she grabbed a spade and gathered her courage for what would hopefully be a chance to meet her neighbor, and maybe even discover what treasure lay hidden beneath his swim trunks.
It didn’t take but a couple minutes before her spade was stopped dead in its path by a large rock. She dug around the rock, trying to extract it, making as much noise as she could, but it was too massive. That was it! She now had an excuse for asking her neighbor for help. Leaning on the fence that separated their properties, she shouted, “Hello there!”
No response was forthcoming. She assumed the music on his radio was too loud and he didn’t hear her.
“Yoo hoo!” she shouted again, more loudly.
Again, no response. “Is he asleep or deaf?” she wondered.
“Hello there, neighbor!” she shouted yet again, this time as loud as she could.
When he stopped stroking and moved, she knew she succeeded. A second later, he turned onto his side facing her, brought his hand up to his forehead to shade his eyes from the sun, and squinted toward her in the bright light.
“Hi there neighbor!” Jackie yelled, flashing her best seductive smile.
“Hey, how’s it going?” Rick replied.
“Not bad. Uh…. I realize this sounds hokey, but I need some help from a big, strong guy.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“Uh…. I’m digging a hole next to my steps for some flowers, and it seems like there’s a really large rock that I can’t get out. Would you be able to give me a hand?”
Rick smiled in relief. His dilemma was solved. She broke the ice first, giving them a reason to meet. “Yeah sure. No problem. Let me put on a pair of shoes. Should I come around by the front door?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll meet you there.”
He quickly switched off the radio and rose, turning toward his house, covering the swelling in his shorts with his hand as best he could. Jackie blushed from embarrassment as she watched him stride toward his back door, hand covering his groin.
A couple minutes later she finally met her tall, bare-backed neighbor at the front door. Trying to avoid gazing openly at his groin, she nevertheless couldn’t help but notice that the bulge in his trunks was still present. Given how horny he was, she began to wonder how safe it was to let him into her home. But, it was obviously too late now.
“Hi. My name’s Jackie Hutchinson,” she stated, extending her hand to him, as they passed through the living room.
“And mine’s Rick Bradley. Glad to meet you. . . . Oh, and welcome to the neighborhood!”
“Thanks! Hey listen, I really apologize for bothering you on your day off. I’m sure you needed the r & r.”
“Aw, no problem at all. I’m glad to help if I can. Actually, I was starting to feel guilty for not coming over to meet you sooner, so this is a good opportunity.”
When they reached the back steps, Jackie handed him the spade, grinning sheepishly. “See, there’s the rock.”
“No problem. I’ll have it out for you in no time.”
Sure enough, a couple minutes later, after a brief struggle and a few grunts, the watermelon-size stone was lying unearthed on the lawn.
“That wasn’t too bad. Hey, how big of a hole do you need to dig?”
“Listen Rick, you’ve done enough. You don’t need to do any more. I can do the rest.”
“Really, it’s no problem. I’ll have it done for you in no time. Just let me know what you need.”
Jackie paused for a few seconds, wondering whether she should impose on him. Then, grinning shyly and shrugging her shoulders she conceded, “Well, I suppose, just about a foot and a half wide . . . . . And Rick, could I bother you to do the one on the other side of the steps as well?”
Rick smiled and shook his head. “No problem.”
Ten minutes later, two perfect holes were dug, ready for the transplants.
“Where are your plants, Jackie? Might as well get 'em in now.”
“They’re over there, but please, that’s enough. You’ve done far more than I ever dreamed. Besides, they say it’s not best to plant at midday, so I’ll wait until the evening.”
Rick smiled and handed the spade back to her.
“I owe you big time for this!"
“Nah. Glad I could help, and it was nice to finally meet.”
As he turned around, he noticed the large stone lying on the lawn. “That’s not going to stay there forever, is it? Would you like me to take it away for you?”
“That would be wonderful, if it’s not an imposition. You’re so considerate. Why don’t you just toss it into the woods out back?”
On his way back, Rick reflected on how much he liked Jackie, even more after meeting her. Not only was she perfectly beautiful, but her great smile and charming expressions were cementing the affection in his heart. . . . . “Charming,” or was it “naughty” or “mischievous?” He bet she was a tomboy as a girl. She seemed to be up to something not yet obvious.
In turn, Jackie savored the view of Rick’s lean, strong, athletic body, as he toiled to dig the holes for her, and afterwards, when he carried the rock into the woods. She wanted to prolong their time together somehow, so decided that she would take the risk of letting him – a man she still didn’t know well – spend some time in her house.
“Uhm… Rick. The least I could do is offer you something to drink? Would you like a cold beer? I’m sure you’d appreciate it after working in the hot sun.”
The mention of a cold beer had barely left her lips when a broad smile began spreading across his face. “Sure. Actually, that would be great.”
“I’m not keeping you from anything important, am I?”
“Not at all, Jackie. Nothin’ I need to do beats spending a few more minutes at your place.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“So where do you work, Rick?” Jackie asked, as she settled into her chair in the kitchen, glancing up at him while lifting a beer to her lips.
“I’m a basketball coach at Central State,” he beamed.
“Oh. So that explains the great build. You look like a million.”
“Thanks.” he replied, raising his eyebrows in show of surprise.
“And you probably work out too?”
“You bet. Gotta keep in shape. That’s what my job’s all about." Rick paused, considering what he should say next. "So Jackie, where do you spend your workdays?”
“I’m a physical therapist at a hospital on the South Side.”
Rick nodded, smiling. “No kidding! I know all about PT. We see you guys all the time. We send someone off to PT almost every day. Who knows, I may be your next customer.”
“Aw come on Rick, as a coach you should know how to take care of yourself.”
“Yeah I do, but accidents happen. You make a play for the hoop and someone takes you out. When you fall, you end up with a sprained ankle or dislocated shoulder. That’s how it is, you know.”
Jackie smiled, trying to seem interested. Basketball was not a sport she was interested in, and besides, she had to treat people with sports injuries every day. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about her job. She decided to change subjects. “So, how long have you been living here?”
“Goin’ on three years. Moved in right after they built the units.”
“Do you like it here?
“Sure. It’s a nice neighborhood. Some good people. Not too noisy, but still close to shopping and main roads.”
She paused, debating whether to ask him about his personal life, and then decided to go ahead. Taking another sip, she flashed her seductive smile once more. “Anyone at your place to greet you when you come home after work?”
“Nope. Not yet,” Rick replied, smiling. “And what about you? Is someone gonna come charging through your door any minute and beat the heck out of me?”
“No. No. Not at all,” Jackie replied, laughing. “Don’t be silly. I was divorced a couple years ago, and haven’t had anyone else in my life since.”
“That’s too bad. Sorry things didn’t work out for you. Any kids?”
“Nope, no kids either.”
“I’ll bet you’re eager to start a family?”
“Mmmm, maybe. With the right guy. Hopefully in a couple years.”
“ . . . Uhm . . . . Uh. . . . You know Jackie, you got a great smile. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
“No, but thanks,” she replied, grinning, as a rosy blush spread across her face. “Well actually, I take that back, once a couple years ago – a photographer who was getting me to pose for a company photo told me I had a nice smile. . . . And by the way, your smile’s great too, especially when you’re blushing.”
Rick smiled and took another swig of beer, and then lifted his eyes to meet hers. Damn. She’s sexy! He was just starting to feel at ease, when Jackie abruptly changed course.
“Shall we take this into the living room, where it’s a bit more comfortable?”
“Sure, why not?” He began to wonder what she had in mind and whether this was going to lead to something less innocent than he imagined when he agreed to have the beer.
By the time they made it to the living room, Rick’s sex was at full attention again and his face felt as if it were on fire. Once more he had to cover his hardon with his free hand, pressing it against his abdomen as he walked toward the sofa. He regretted not putting on something more substantial before he came over, like a pair of jeans and a shirt. He hadn’t imagined that he would be here for more than five or ten minutes. He reflected on how ironic his predicament seemed, for after spilling his seed countless times while imagining he was having sex with Jackie, he now felt nervous about the possibility that it could actually happen. His excitement was so great that he had to make a conscious effort to steady the hand holding his drink.
They each sank into the comfortable sofa, taking places at opposite ends, Rick crossing one leg over the other to hide his erection, and Jackie folding both legs beneath her on the soft cushions. A long silence followed, as they sat, smiling at each other. Taking a deep breath, she spoke first.
“So Rick, being an athlete, what other sports do you play, other than basketball?”
“Most sports, actually, other than wrestling and boxing,” he answered, sighing with relief. “I like baseball, especially.”
“Any . . . I’m trying to think of the term. Uhm . . . individual sports?”
“You mean like tennis or bowling?”
“Yeah, I was thinking of tennis, for example.”
“Sure, I love tennis too. I’m also a tennis coach at Central.”
A broad grin spread across Jackie’s face. “Really! You must be a good player.”
“Not bad, I think. I won’t be a pro any time soon, however.”
“Why not?”
“I'm getting way too old for one. I don’t want to devote my whole life to it, and besides, I wouldn’t be interested in the travel.”
“It’s good money.”
“If you win, yeah. . . . . Tell me, Jackie, do you play?”
“Sure!”
“Want to meet on the courts some day?”
“I’d love to. I could use some lessons from an expert. . . . . But, you have to promise not to play to win. I’m nowhere near as good as you are.”
Rick decided to seize the opportunity. “No problem. You know, it’s actually a nice day today. Are you free this afternoon? We could play a set or two on the courts over at Central. Shouldn’t be too many others there now.”
“Uh. . . . . That sounds fine.” she answered slowly, having been taken by surprise. “I’ll need to change into something more fitting, so you’ll have to give me a few minutes.”
She was about to stand up, but noticed again that persistent hump in Rick’s trunks, which gave her cause for hesitation. On one hand she was looking forward to an opportunity to play tennis, but on the other hand, she was beginning to feel overcome by lust. Of course, she wouldn’t want to actually have intercourse with him, but perhaps – just maybe – she could have some fun of a more “innocent” variety. It was over three years since she had any meaningful sex, and whatever risks there were seemed minor. It was now her turn to seize the opportunity, and she decided to throw caution to the wind . . . . .
“Rick, you’re not going to play in that condition, are you? I mean, it would look awful funny.”
Rick stared at her in puzzlement. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“I mean, you’re going to lose that . . . uhmm . . . erection, aren’t you?” she asked, giggling.
Blushing deeply from embarrassment, Rick could barely gather the courage to reply. “Uh. . . . Oh, I’m sure it’ll go down by the time we get on the courts.”
“I certainly hope so. You’ll look pretty silly running around with that bulge in your shorts. . . . . You know, Rick, I have a confession to make.”
“What’s that?”
“For the past few weeks, I’ve been watching you sun bathe from my window upstairs. I couldn’t help but notice you . . . . uh . . . massaging yourself. I’m awfully sorry, but . . . .”
“You’re kidding. Was it that obvious?”
She shook her head and grinned to indicate that it was.
“Gee, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be an exhibitionist. Didn’t realize anyone would notice, yet alone care.”
“Well, it seemed kinda strange to be doing that outside in full view,” she replied, chuckling nervously. “You undoubtedly had someone in mind while you were playing with yourself, weren’t you?”
Rick just stared at her, blushing, too shocked to respond.
She pressed on. “Some of the girlies from school? Or someone from the fitness club?”
Rick remained speechless, squirming in his seat and blushing deeply.
“. . . . Or maybe someone closer to home?” Jackie continued, nonchalantly.
“I. . . . Uhmm. … . I . . . .” Rick stammered.
“Anyone I would know?” She pressed on relentlessly.
Rick paused, and then a grin spread across his face. “I . . . I . . . Uh, maybe.”
“Could she be living nearby?”
“Possibly.”
“A neighbor, perhaps?” She began chuckling.
He nodded.
“Someone with long, wavy red hair?” She began to squeal like a young girl at a pajama party.
He nodded once more. His face seemed so hot that he thought it would ignite.
“Are you sure you don’t want to relieve that hardon before you leave today?”
“What?” he asked in disbelief. “Uh. . . . No thanks, I’ll be fine in a while, really.”
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“Well what would you like me to do, run to the bathroom now and jerk off?”
“No, but it would be great if you did it here. Wouldn’t you feel a lot more at ease and be able to concentrate on your game better?”
Rick swallowed hard. He could barely believe this was happening. Though he had fantasized about having sex with Jackie countless times, he was totally unprepared for the events that were unfolding. A confusing mix of emotions complicated his thoughts – embarrassment from being seen nude by a woman, insecurity about how she would like his body, uncertainty about whether he would be able to perform due to nervousness. After all, masturbation had always been a completely private thing.
But by now, he was impossibly horny, his balls ached and he had to get off somehow. He searched for words, “In . . . . You don’t mean in front of you?”
“Yeah. That would be so beautiful.” She moved across the sofa to be closer, kneeling on the cushions next to him. Then, brushing his cheek with the back of her finger, she pleaded in a soft voice, “Please, Rick.”
“You’re not at all bashful, are you Jackie?”
She grinned.
Rick could feel a large drop of clear precum fluid rush to the surface of his rock hard manhood. This was like a dream come true. His idol, object of many of his recent fantasies, was right here, sitting so close he could feel her warmth and softness. He relented.
“Have you ever brought a guy off by hand? Do you know how to do it?”
“Oh god no, Rick. I was thinking you could bring yourself off. I’m afraid I’d screw it up and wouldn’t know what you’d like. I want to watch you first to see how you like it. Maybe some other time I could try it myself – that is, if you’re still interested in seeing me by then. Rick, this would be a huge turn-on. I’ve never seen a man do this before. I know you’re horny. . . . . Please.”
She reached down and grasped his erection gently through the fabric covering it and gazed into his eyes, pleading. Rick thought he would lose it right there and then, and winced, struggling to keep from coming.
“Ok. Ok.” he whispered. “This is crazy, but . . . . You know, Jackie, if you were just a couple years younger, I could go to jail for this?"
“Well, thanks for the compliment, but I left the teens behind a lot more than a couple years ago, so you’re safe. I’m actually 26. No need to worry about that. Just go ahead yourself now.”
"No kidding. You don't look a day older than 20!"
"You're such a doll. Thanks," she replied, brushing his arm with her hand.
Jackie helped him lift his shorts off, letting them fall to his feet.
“Wow! It’s huge. It really . . . I . . . I . . . never imagined it would be so big.”
“It’s not that big. There’s a lot of guys with bigger ones than mine.”
“Seems so to me. I’m no expert on penises, but it’s a lot larger than those of other guys I was with. It has a lovely shape, too. Would you mind if I touch it?”
“No, go ahead. But, not too eagerly. I might come.” Rick leaned back on the sofa, stretched his legs out and raised his hips slightly to meet her hand.”
“Oooo!” She wrapped her fingers around his pole, and began massaging it ever so gently. “You know, I just might need to be get some relief myself pretty soon.”
Rick closed his eyes, grasped his rigid pole, and began stroking slowly, while Jackie settled in beside him to watch, lightly caressing his leg with her hand, brushing his hairs from side to side.
“Would you like hand lotion or oil?”
Rick chuckled. “No thanks. That would be too intense. I would come right away. Saliva would be more like it.” he suggested.
“Uh . . . . Well, I’m not ready to go down on you yet, hun. As much as I like you and think you’re a great looking guy, I’m not ready for that.”
“No problem. Just let a little saliva fall onto it.”
After hesitating briefly, Jackie leaned over him, lowered her head to within a couple inches of his hard manhood, and let as much saliva flow over it as she could produce. As soon as she lifted her head out of the way, Rick began pumping.
Barely fifteen seconds passed, when Rick’s body stiffened, his breathing became harder and his strokes grew shorter and quicker. He was more highly aroused and primed to shoot than he could remember in a long, long time – perhaps going back to his high school days. He recalled that night, lying on his first girlfriend’s bed after making out with her for a couple hours at a movie, wanting desperately to get off. And now, here was Jackie, a big enough turn-on at a distance, yet alone when she was sitting next to him, her warm leg touching his and her soft hand brushing his leg.
“Are you going to come?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” he gasped, nodding.
“Soon?”
He nodded again.
She rested her hand on his, arresting his movement, motioning for him to stop.
Startled, he opened his eyes. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing really. I was just thinking you could take a little more time. This is more fun than I imagined. It’s really getting me horny, but I would like to enjoy this for a little longer.”
“Well, it’s going to be hard to hold back. I . . . I can’t Jackie. It’s just happening so fast.”
“Just go a little slower,” she urged.
“That isn’t going to help,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.
Though Rick started pumping more slowly, it seemed futile. He was seconds away from exploding.
“Rick, take your hand off for a little while and cool down.”
Rick did as she asked, but it didn’t help. His swollen organ twitched independently from excitement, as he strained to hold back his load. He tried to distract his thoughts to prevent coming, but to no avail. Despite clamping his pubic muscles as tight as he could, a large drop of impatient sperm managed to rush to the surface, flowing from his slit and down his helmet.
“I’m afraid I’m going to lose it, Jackie” he gasped. “I . . . I can’t help it. I’m sorry.”
“Please, not yet. Listen, I’ve heard that squeezing the head hard with your fingers will help. Why don’t you try that?”
Rick again did as suggested, with better results, and was able to resume stroking a couple minutes later.
It wasn’t much longer, however, before he approached climax again. When a guy is that aroused, there’s not much he can do. Jackie wished he could continue so that she could enjoy the beauty of his body in motion and the excitement of his masturbation, but realized it wasn’t going to happen. She resigned herself to the inevitable and rested her head on his chest just below his shoulder.
A second later, he groaned loudly, thrust his hips upwards and exploded, shooting streams of his thick white seed high into the air, splashing Jackie’s chin and his chest and abdomen. “Oh, god,” he moaned with each spurt. His orgasm seemed to last forever.
Though she knew he would be close to coming, she was nevertheless caught off guard when the first spurt shot up instantly and landed on her face. Her heart raced with excitement and she began giggling in surprise, cheering him on with soothing words of encouragement.
As he slowly squeezed the last remaining drops from his still swollen organ, Jackie brushed his chest with her palm and kissed his neck, now damp with sweat.
“That was beautiful, Rick. It made me so hot. You can’t imagine. Thanks sooooo much!”
“Uh . . . Sounds like you’ll need to be getting off yourself now?”
“Uhhh . . . . I think I’ll wait until later, hun. It would be too embarrassing. I’ll just play with one of my toys, this evening.”
“Aw, come on. It’s only fair. You made me do this”
“Really, Rick. YOU were horny as hell. You HAD to get off, didn’t you? . . . .”
“Are you sure?” he replied. “You can’t go to the tennis court feeling horny.”
“It’ll quiet down soon enough, probably by the time I reach my car.”
“How can you stand to just let yourself cool down?”
She smiled, but decided to remain silent this time. The two cuddled in silence for a few minutes. Jackie rested her head on Rick’s heaving chest and listened to his heart.
“You know Rick, you just came, and you’re still hard as a rock. Are you always like that?”
“Sometimes, especially when I’m really horny like now.”
“That’s pretty impressive. Most of the guys I was with, including my X, just petered out completely. You’d be great in bed. What woman wouldn’t love to have a guy who can keep it up indefinitely.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say indefinitely. Eventually, it gets soft.”
“Don’t you think you should still lose your erection before you play tennis today? I know I’m sounding awful naïve, but if you came again, would it finally go away?”
“Probably. . . . Now, you don’t want me to bring myself off again, do you? So soon?”
“Could you if you tried?”
“Yeah, but it would take a lot longer.”
Jackie lifted her head off his chest, kissed his cheek and stared imploringly into his eyes, smiling. “Please. I hate to see you walking around like that. It's kinda embarrassing, wouldn't you say?”
Rick took a deep breath and then exhaled, but remained wordless. Jackie knew how to reach his soft spot.
“Well?” she insisted.
“You know, if you weren’t so goddam sexy, I’d say flatly ‘no way.’”
A broad, mischievous grin spread across her face, as she realized she was winning. “And, if you weren’t so goddam horny?”
“OK, OK,” he replied with a tone of determination. “But I tell you what, you do it to me this time.”
“No. …. No. . . . I . . . . I couldn’t Rick.”
“Why not? Haven’t you been dreaming about playing with my hard cock for weeks?”
They both burst out laughing.
“Well! . . . Madam?”
“Alright. . . . . If there’s something I’m doing wrong, just politely let me know.”
“Haven’t you ever done it to a guy?”
“No. Never!”
He looked at her skeptically. How could a woman so brazen – one who had been married and had god knows how many boyfriends – never jerked a guy off?
“Honestly, Rick.” she shot back, grinning.
“What could you possibly do wrong? Just wrap your cute fingers around my dick and rub it up and down. It’s that simple. Before you know it, I’ll be shooting another load.”
Laughing, Jackie jumped off the sofa and knelt on the carpet in front of him. She spread his legs apart and drew closer. His legs quickly closed in, enveloping her in their warm, firm grip. Oddly enough, rather than feeling threatened by this strange man, she now felt secure, nestled between his strong loins. She cupped her hand beneath his hard shaft, gently lifting it off his abdomen, lowered her face over it, and let a generous amount of saliva flow down its length. Then, raising it to vertical, she massaged the saliva about. While the fingers of her left hand fondled his balls, her right hand began a slow, rhythmic pumping of his shaft.
Though she had touched men before, it wasn’t quite like this. There was always a little foreplay, and then her partners entered. Sometimes, they needed help find the way in, so she would quickly guide their tool into her moist opening. Now, as she grasped this handsome stranger’s organ – its soft, fleshy veneer covering the firmness within – she felt a surge of excitement ripple through her, and goose bumps spread over her face and arms. She marveled at how soft and tender his sac felt between her fingers. She had rather expected it to be as rugged and sinewy as the muscles of his arms or legs.
She looked up to note his expression, hoping to see his eyes, but they were closed. His face was relaxed and showed the contentment of a sleeping infant. It seemed as if she were lulling him to sleep, and she wondered whether he was dozing off. She realized that she had almost complete control over his pleasure, and imagined what naughty, fun things she would be able to do to him - if she only knew him better.
“How am I doing?” she enquired softly after a couple of minutes, mostly to determine if he was awake.
“Great. You may want to rub your thumb from side to side as your hand passes over the head. That’ll give more pleasure.”
Jackie continued as directed. It was definitely taking longer this time. It was even beginning to be monotonous. She thought of ways to vary her strokes, letting her hand twist slightly around his member as it reached the helmet. Every so often she looked up at his face to watch his expression to determine if he was ready to climax. Usually his eyes were closed, but once or twice they opened to meet her gaze, and a smile spread across his face.
At one point she released her grip on his balls to try a two-fisted stroke.
“Wow! Look, I can wrap both hands around you, and the head still sticks out above my fingers.” she observed.
Rick opened his eyes, peered down at the lovely young woman between his legs giving him pleasure, and smiled. He felt like forgetting about tennis. Wouldn’t it be so much better to spend the rest of the afternoon here with her?
“Do you think you’ll come soon?” she asked.
“Start stroking faster - real fast. I’ll try to concentrate more.”
Jackie continued toying with his balls, and stepped up the pace of her strokes.
“Faster,” he instructed.
It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that she felt his legs tighten their grip on her. He reached down, clutching her hair firmly to steady himself. When she looked up at his face once more, she found him grimacing, his eyes tightly closed.
“Is everything OK? How am I doing?”
“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum Jackie,” he suddenly blurted out. “It’s coming on really fast. Just keep doing what you’re doing - faster! Feels great. This could be another big one. . . . . . Ahhhhh. Awe shit, here goes.”
Just as she increased the pace of her strokes, she felt his shaft grow completely stiff. A second later, the first wave of fresh cum rushed up his shaft and rocketed from the tip of his swollen, throbbing organ. As before, it all happened so fast that she was taken by surprise and she began chuckling. She angled his pole toward his chest and resumed stroking. Three more quick strokes and the second shot of cum emerged, arching outwards and raining down on his heaving chest. Then followed another and another in rapid succession. As before, the spurts seemed never-ending. Finally, she felt him twitch and squirm, as she continued pumping furiously on his shaft.
“Are you OK?” she whispered, noting the somewhat pained expression on his face.
“Yeah, it was great, but it’s over. Could you let up now?”
At last, that great big defiant hardon she had enjoyed viewing for almost an hour finally wilted in her hand, as a large, lazy drop of his seed oozed from his slit. She squeezed his softening shaft upwards to force it out.
“Jackie.” Rick whispered, after catching his breath. “That was incredible. See, you did it just like a pro. I knew you would.”
“Whew, it was intense, especially toward the end. Trust me, I’m certainly no ‘pro’. Thanks for letting me do it. It was fun.”
“Well, thanks to you. If you hadn’t called me over to help earlier, I’d still be lying on my back in the sun, rubbing myself and pretending I was deep inside of you.”
They both laughed.
“OK. You’re good to play tennis now,” she proclaimed, as she released his exhausted organ. “Let’s get ready.”
Rick broke into a hearty laugh. “Tennis? You gotta be kidding me. After two of the biggest orgasms I’ve ever had, back to back. You really think I can run around on a tennis court in this heat?”
“Well why not?” she asked, puzzled.
“I’m wiped out, that’s why.”
“A stud like you wiped out? You have to be joking,” she exclaimed, patting him gently on the thigh.
“Yeah, but I didn’t plan on all this. Besides, you’re a woman. You wouldn’t know what it’s like.”
Jackie gazed at him in amazement. “So, we’re not playing tennis today after all?”
“Well. . . . Uh . . .” Rick hated to disappoint her, but he was really drained.
“I tell you what. I’ll drive and you can rest in the car. Just give me directions.”
Jackie had a way with him, as he was learning. What he wouldn’t do to please her. If he didn’t, who knows, maybe she’d make out with the guy across the street instead. Moaning, he spread his legs and struggled to sit up.
“OK. OK.”
“Please, just stay put for a minute. I’ll be right back,” she instructed.
Rick didn't need any encouragement for resting. He wasn't going anywhere in that shape.
She quickly rose to her feet and hastened to the bathroom. When she returned with two small, damp towels, she found her new friend leaning back on the sofa, legs stretched out before him – exhausted, as if he had just run a marathon. She paused for a few seconds to observe him. Grinning and shaking her head, she sat down on the sofa beside him and began wiping his chest and groin.
“OK. If you’re not up to it, I suppose there’s really no reason we can’t wait until tomorrow to play tennis.”
“Nah, I’ll be OK. I’m feeling better already.”
“You sure? I don’t want you to collapse on the court.”
“Collapse on the court? I’ll be OK. You know, you have some sense of humor, Hutch.”
“What’s that? What did you call me?” she asked, giggling. “Hutch?”
“Yeah, Hutch. Before I knew your name, I made up the name ‘Hutch’ from your last name. I read the label on your mailbox.”
“You’re too funny, Dicky. OK. Let’s get up.”
“How about ‘Ricky?’”
“Don’t you like ‘Dicky?’ It’s a fitting name you know.”
“Hutch, I think ‘Ricky’ will do.”
“OK, young man, whatever you want to be called. “It’s time for my tennis lesson.” She reached down and grasped his hands, attempting to help him to his feet, but collapsed on top of him, giggling and squealing uncontrollably as she fell into his arms due to his much greater weight.
After finally getting up, Rick bent over to pick up his trunks. Jackie couldn’t resist the temptation, and with a quick, surprise slap on his butt, sent him home to get dressed and fetch his tennis gear.
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“Huh. So I’m gonna be called ‘Hutch’ now,” she mumbled, as soon as he closed the door behind him. “I guess I can live with that. It’s good for a laugh if nothing else . . . . As long as he’s good in bed. But what a huge dick! Jeez.”
Before leaving, Jackie pulled out her favorite toy and set it down on her bed beside a pillow. It would come in handy that evening, for sure.