But I digress…
Back to the surfer-dude dreamboat I met in the bar…
There was no doubt in my mind from the moment that our eyes met that I was going to fuck him. But this time it felt different somehow. It felt… well… special. Maybe it was the six tequila shooters I’d done before he came over or the fact that I was especially horny because I hadn’t been laid in over a week. Maybe it was the feeling that we’d known each other in a past life, you know that feeling, somehow familiar but mostly not. Strange but not too strange?
Whatever the reason, that night lingers in my memory more than any other. Hell, I barely remembered most of the one night stands I’d had because after a while, they all felt the same. They all run together in my mind. A little flirting, a little kissing, a little groping, then a quick trip into the restroom or into the back of a car or back to my room or his and wham, bam, thank you ma’am, fuck it, suck it, fuck the hell off. I can’t tell you how many guys I fucked in the little restroom of that bar then came back out for more drinks.
But this guy… this time… felt different.
It felt… special.
More than anything from that night, I remembered his hands. He had these huge beautiful hands with long perfect fingers. I remembered how they felt on my body. Strong but gentle. Firm but loving. He touched every part of me that night; literally, figuratively, emotionally. Almost like a blind man, rubbing his hands over my entire body, from top to bottom and side to side as if he was committing it to memory.
The massage. Maybe that’s why it felt so surreal. Before he fucked me silly most of the night he gave me a massage. It was completely out of left field and totally unexpected. Like I said, most of the time when you tell a guy you’ll fuck him he trips all over himself getting his cock out so he can roughly shove it into your mouth or your pussy and “get ‘er done”. But this guy was different. He wasn’t in a hurry. He took his time. Even after I had shucked off my clothes and jumped into bed, lying there with my legs spread wide and my pussy dripping, cupping my own breasts and squeezing my nipples, he just looked down at me and smiled.
“Roll over,” he said.
I glanced down at his long, thick cock, sticking out like a pipe from his blond curls, and cooed at him like the silly girl that I was. “Oh, you want me from behind?”
He smiled. “Something like that. Roll over. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
“Well, all right,” I said with a drunken laugh. I flipped over in the bed with my ass sticking up. “If you’re going to stick that in my ass lube it up good.”
“I’m not going to do that,” he said softly, putting his hands on my ass to push it down until I was lying flat. “Just relax. Breathe. Leave everything to me.”
Honestly, I was a little freaked out for a moment. What the fuck was this guy gonna do? Here I was, all hot and bothered and ready to go, willing to let him fuck me in the pussy or the ass or ears, and he was telling me to fucking relax? Jesus, what kind of freaky motherfucker... oh… he’s massaging my back… what the fuck… oh… damn… oh my god… that feels… amazing… why am I getting… so wet… fuck…
“Shhh…” He shushed me even though I hadn’t said a word. It was as if he could hear my thoughts, telling me to just be quiet and enjoy.
“Breathe…” he said as he straddled my hips. I could feel his hard cock resting in the crack of my ass. He moved it slowly back and forth as his hands went up my spine then back down again. I closed my eyes and exhaled as every ounce of tension was pushed from my body by his strong hands.
“Feels… fantastic…” I moaned as his fingers dug into the muscles of my back, kneading, squeezing, his thumbs pressing in hard, moving in slow circles. His hands left my back for a moment. I opened my eyes and looked back over my shoulder at him. He had a bottle of oil of some kind. He squirted some in his palm, then rubbed his hands together to warm it. I wondered where the fuck the bottle came from because it wasn’t mine. Jesus, did this guy travel with his own massage oil? When I felt his hands on my back again they were warm and oily. The room filled with the scent of spices I couldn’t identify.
“What is that?” I asked, the words wafting out on a sigh.
“My own special blend,” he said as his hands worked their way around the tops of my shoulders and across my shoulder blades.
“Are you… a masseuse…”
“Something like that.” He worked his fingers down my spine until he came to my ass. He oiled his fingers again and started massaging my ass cheeks, squeezing hard with his fingers, then easing off and rubbing his palms in gentle circles. His thumbs went under my ass cheeks and he touched my pussy for the first time. His thumbs just brushed the labia and it felt like I was literally going to explode. My pussy gushed with juice. I could feel it running down over my clit, into my short curls, and soaking into the sheet beneath me.
He oiled his cock and slid it back between the crack of my ass, moving his hips slowly until his balls touched my ass. I was breathing heavy now, panting. I wanted his big cock inside me. My body was literally screaming for it. The massage was like foreplay. I was so hot that I thought my body might catch fire. I needed his big hose inside me. I needed it now…
“Fuck me…” I moaned. “Please… fuck me…”
He didn’t say a word. He put his hands on my hips to pull my ass up so he could get to my pussy. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, ready to take him into any hole he liked.
His cock was still sliding up and down the crack of my ass. My pussy was flowing like a river over his balls. He wasn’t going to have to fuck me. I was going to cum just having his hands on my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, leaning down to put his lips to my ear. “Did you enjoy the massage?”
“Yes,” I said, wiggling my ass against him. “Now fuck me before I explode.”
He kissed me softly on the cheek, then pulled back to put his hands on my hips. I felt the tip of his cock tease my asshole for a moment. I held my breath and prepared for the initial shock, then felt him slide his cock down to my pussy. I slowly exhaled as he took his sweet time. He took his cock in his hand and swirled the head around my pussy hole. He didn’t have to worry about lube. With the scented oil on his cock and my pussy gushing like a fire hydrant, lube would be the least of our worries.
I got up onto my elbows and arched my back to give him easier access to my cunt. He put his hands on my hips to brace me, then pushed the head of his cock inside me. My pussy opened up to take him inside, then suctioned around the shaft as it slid into me.
“God… you feel… huge…” I said.
“Maybe because you’re so tight.” His hands went to my back again. He started massaging the muscles at my lower back, right where they met my ass. As he pressed his thumbs to the dimples of my ass, he pushed himself in, filling my tight little box with his girth, impaling me until the tip of his cock hit my cervix, forcing the breath from my lungs in a long gasp.
“Fuck… baby…” I whispered. “Fuck… me…”
He didn’t say another word. He massaged my back and my ass as he fucked me slowly from behind. His cock filled my entire being. It was as if I could feel him in every nook and cranny. I could feel him in my stomach, my chest, my throat.
“Cumming…” I moaned as my body literally caught fire. I had never been so relaxed one moment and so tense the next. It was like going from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye. One moment I was completely relaxed and the next moment every muscle in my body flexed and I had the best orgasm of my life… then another… then another…
“Fuck…” I said, barely able to speak. His cock was thrusting hard now, quickly in and out, in and out, the head hitting my cervix, the headboard slamming into the wall. All the while his hands kept massaging me, as if that was part of the sex. It wasn’t just his cock that was driving me mad. It was his fingers. His hands. His arms. Everything.
“Cum for me,” he said quietly, his fingers digging into my ass, his cock pushing deeper into my cunt. “Cum for me now.”
And I did. My pussy exploded in a wave of hot juices that gushed out of me like water through a hose. I had never squirted before in my life, but I could feel the juices spraying out of me in a long stream. I came again and again and again. I had never had such an orgasm and haven’t had one like it since. It was as if it was a once-in-a-lifetime, multiple orgasm kind of thing. You get to enjoy this ride once. Enjoy it while it lasts…
I heard him grunt. His body tensed. He pushed inside me as far as he could go and shot his load. I was suddenly filled with a warmth and sense of peace I had never felt before. As if his hot goo was flowing through my entire body. I clenched my pussy around his cock and hoped it would last forever.
Sadly, it didn’t.
I don’t remember anything after I came.
Maybe the tequila shots finally worked their magic.
Or maybe there was something in the oils he rubbed into my body that relaxed me so much I fell asleep with his cock still inside me.