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MnJTX
34 / couple
Kilgore, Texas, US
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Is it the hormones?
“Are all guys like this at his age, Tom?”
At forty, Tom was sexy; broad shoulders, bulging muscles, strong hands, tiny laugh lines around smiling blue eyes, and single. We watched through the sliding glass door from the deck chairs as his son dialed a fourth girl’s number on the phone.
“It’s the hormones, right? Sex just isn’t that big a deal.” Turning, I looked at Tom. I could see those gorgeous blues looking at me from the corner of his eyes, a half-smile on his face…He looked unsure, the first time I’d ever gotten that feeling from him.
“How long were you married?” Even his voice sounded hesitant.
“Three years, but I don’t want to talk about it. It’s my birthday. No bad memories. I’m making up for last year.” I smiled and pushed at his arm. “Twenty-one and couldn’t even drink…”
Tom’s son poked his head out the door. “Dad, can I use the truck?”
“How long are you going to be gone?”
“As long as it takes. I’ll be at Mandi’s.”
“Go on,” he said.
“It’s got to be the hormones,” I laughed.
Tom took my hand and led me into the house, “Come on, let me show you something.”
We heard the front door slam as we went in. “All by ourselves now.” Tom said as he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me.
I moaned.
“I thought sex was no big deal.”
“I like parts of it.” I said. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down. Nipping slightly on his lips, I kissed him and his arms tightened around me.
We broke apart only long enough for me to follow him to the bedroom. “Oh, this is nice.” I said looking around.
“This is nicer,” he said, unbuttoning my shirt. Our lips met as he kneaded my breasts. His rough hands rubbed my soft skin, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My clothes dropped unnoticed to the floor.
“Lie down,” he said.
I did but instead of undressing himself, he positioned himself between my legs. My hands dropped between my legs. “Don’t look,” I said, cringing away from his gaze.
He looked up at my face in surprise, “Why not? You’re beautiful.”
“Not there,” I whispered, blushing, bringing one hand up I covered my face.
“Yes, you are.”
I let him move my hand away so he could look his fill. I peeked between my fingers, watching him as he smiled. His fingers moved between my lips and brushed my clit. “You’re so wet,” he breathed. I covered my face and turned my head. His lips touched my clit.
My hand went between us, hiding my jewel from him. I sidled away, curling away from him. “That’s the part I don’t like.”
His hands gripped my legs and pulled. I slid across the bed my legs splaying, stopping right back where I had been. “I do.”
I was uncomfortable with what he wanted but it didn’t hurt so why not let him, I thought. “If it’s that important to you…”
“It is.”
He leaned down licking up to my clit. As he realized I wouldn’t move away again, he released his hold on my legs. I felt a tingling. I squirmed but stayed. He slid his finger inside me and curled it upward. I jumped. “It’s okay.” The tingling was getting stronger. I tried to sit up. “Lay down,” he ordered. I did. The tingling was more of a buzzing feeling now. I sat up and moved.
Tom sighed and raised his head. “Are you okay?”
Surprised, I thought about it. “Yeah,” I answered, confused, and lay back again.
Tom pinned my hips to the bed with his chest, his mouth going straight back to my clit. The buzzing was a chainsaw now, a vibration building pressure through my body like a shaken soda. “Stop, stop,” I begged.
Tom’s voice muffled and impatient, he asked, “What now?”
“My brain is going to explode.”
He chuckled against me. “It’s supposed to feel like that.” His tongue and lips were moving against me. He shoved his finger deep inside curling it. The buzzing stopped but the pressure built. I squirmed but for the first time I didn’t want him to stop. My hands twisted in the covers, trying to find a grip to hold me together. I wanted to move but his weight locked me in place.
“Please, please, please.” I begged, not even knowing what I was begging for.
Mindlessly, I cried out and convulsed, raising my hips off the bed. He didn’t let up, pushing me to reach higher. I screamed as I came apart.
I slowly came back to myself. I opened my eyes and looked around for Tom. He sat at the foot of the bed grinning from ear to ear. I reached twisting my hands into the front of his shirt, pulling him to me. Curling against him, I rested my head against his chest, catching my breath.
I looked up at him, “Do it again?”
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| August 10, 2010, 10:33 |
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wantubad2
42 / male
white creek, New York, US
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Re: Is it the hormones?
Awesome,nicely done.I got a woody from it thank you
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| August 10, 2010, 19:02 |
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ashkats
52 / couple
spirit falls, Wisconsin, US
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Re: Is it the hormones?
  
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| September 24, 2010, 18:09 |
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Dutsji
51 / male
Ergens, Netherlands
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Re: Is it the hormones?
Great story, liked it alot. Bet the last sentence was all Tom wanted to hear. 
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| September 25, 2010, 08:34 |
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