Erotic Story of The Day
My hero is JOE
I have been reading with a great deal of interest the erotic experiences of my fellow Bogelindah members and thought I should now share one of my own encounters with all of you.
First, a brief introduction. I am a woman, into my early 40's. I am a fitness fanatic and have a trim, toned and well proportioned body. Though into my 40's, I am regularly told by people meeting me for the first time that I look like I am in the early 30's. I have been happily married for over 20 years and our sex life is a very active one, though over the years, it has become somewhat predictable (i.e., when we start I know where we are going to end and how we are going to get there, though the journey is still a very enjoyable one). My husband and I live away from our home country. We are good hosts and over the years, our house has become a meeting point for other expats living in our town.
I will call the "hero" of my story Joe. Joe is an engineer into his early 20's, who moved into our town not too long ago. This is his first job and first overseas experience since he graduated. He gravitated into our social group through mutual acquaintances and soon began to see us as his mentors; he would often seek advise on personal and professional matters.
Joe was just another one of our friends to me until one fateful day when we were having dinner at our home. Due to the angle of the window pane in our dining room and where we were all seated, it was like a mirror from where I was seated. Looking at it, I saw something strange; under the table Joe's free hand was on his crotch and he was rubbing gently. Looking up out of the corner of my eye, I could see that his eyes were on me. I looked again; there was no mistake. From that day, I took to observing Joe whenever he visited us. It was clear that his eyes would never leave my body when he thought no one was looking at him. The telltale bulge in the front of his trousers was proof enough of what was going on in his mind.
All this started a train of thought in my mind; I took to wondering: what would Joe be like in bed? Picturing what lay underneath the bulge in his pants gave me a warm moist feeling between my legs and I spent many hours stroking and fingering myself to a climax thinking about it. Until one day, when I decided that I should find out for myself.
My opportunity came very soon after, when my husband was on an extended business trip. I called Joe in his office and told him my computer had crashed and that I need his help to see if it could be fixed. He promised to come over that evening.
He came promptly at about 6 pm. I opened the door and with a show of embarrassment told him that the computer had started working again when I shut down and rebooted it. I apologized very profusely for having bought him all the way. He said it was no problem and turned to leave but I insisted that the least I could do was to invite him for dinner.
I fixed him a drink and told him to excuse me for a while I showered and got into something a little more comfortable. After my shower, I changed into a tennis skirt and a tight tank top which barely reached the top of my skirt…..but I didn't wear a bra or my panties.
When I walked back into the living room, Joe looked like someone had hit him on the head with a hammer. He wanted to look away but he could not. I pretended not to notice and gave him a refill, getting a drink for myself. I then sat next to him and started talking of this and that. I could not help but notice the growing bulge in his pants and felt the familiar warm wetness in my cunt. My nipples were hardening and clearly visible through my skin tight top.
"Joe", I said, "I could not help noticing the way you look at me. Do you like my body?" He nodded dumbly.
"When you are alone, do you think of me?" I asked. He nodded again.
"What do you think of?" I asked him. "I think of your body and what it would look like under your clothes." He said.
I stood up in front of him. "You no longer have to wonder Joe. Here I am. Find out for yourself." It took a moment for all of this to sink in but then he stood up. His right hand came up and gently touched my rigid nipple through my top…it felt heavenly.
Slowly, I reached down, unhooked my skirt and let it fall to the floor. As I brought up my hands, I gently took off my tank top over my head and threw that aside too. Joe's eyes seemed to glaze over as he hungrily looked at me. I didn't want to prolong his agony. I unbelted his jeans and let them drop as he tore off his shirt. I ran my fingers gently down his chest, towards his crotch. Sinking down to my knees in front of him, I eased down his underpants. His cock sprang out…it was lovely, an 8 inch shaft, gloriously thick and curved slightly upwards. I eased my lips over that beautiful organ and a soft moan escaped his lips. Cupping and massaging his balls with one hand, I set up a slow back and forth rhythm with my mouth, gently sucking all the while. His cock filled my mouth and it felt wonderful, but I knew what I wanted tonight.
As my rhythm built up, as I increased the suction of my lips, a tremor starting building up in his body. I withdrew his cock from my mouth (reluctantly; I didn't want it to let go of that beautiful organ) and gently started to lick his glans from underneath. I knew he was ready and gently massaged his balls while licking him. With one final moan, he climaxed. I was ready; as he came, I directed his cock towards my body and pumped his cock with my hand. He spurted thick warm streams of semen all over my breasts and belly. As he finished, I licked his cock clean and then, from my kneeling position, lay back and told him, "Now massage your cum into my body".
Obediently, he straddled my body, sitting lightly over my hips. I took his hands and set up a slow stroke starting with my lower belly and working all the way up to my breasts. His hands learnt quickly, massaging that wonderful cream into my body and breasts. As he reached my breasts, he would massage them and pinch each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It felt heavenly and I arched my body to get more of it. After a few minutes of this I told him, "I want to feel your tongue on my cunt. Come, lick me."
"Not yet," he panted and brought his head down to my breasts. His tongue licked each nipple gently at first and started sucking on them harder…it was a gorgeous feeling even after 20 years of sex and I moaned. That seemed to drive him harder, but after another couple of minutes, he slowly started drifting down towards my cunt. I spread my legs and prepared to welcome that soft velvety tongue. And when it reached there, I was not disappointed. His tongue probed every inch of my pussy, licking gently, before settling on my clitoris. He built up the pace from a slow start. With each lick, thrills of electricity were running up and down my body. I spread my legs even wider to give him more to lick and responded by thrusting his tongue even deeper into my warm wetness. As he massaged my clitoris, I exploded into an orgasm like I had rarely experience before. Waves of pleasure racked my body and I cried out, unable to bear it. As it subsided, he was still between my legs, licking slowly. As I looked at him, I could see that he had a rock hard erection once again.
Quickly, I turned over and knelt in front of him. "Fuck me, you gorgeous stud." I begged him. He needed no second invitation and guided his cock into my still dripping cunt, his hands on my buttocks. His thick shaft filled me completely, touching pressure and pleasure points I did not know existed. With every thrust his cock massaged my cunt and sent shock waves up and down my body. Yet, I wanted more. In all my married life, we had never gone the anal route, but tonight I knew I needed something special. I reached behind and took his right hand. Placing it on my anus, I told him, "Finger fuck my ass please".
His index finger slid into my ass as his manhood continued to pound my cunt. The feeling was pleasurable beyond description. He finger fucked my ass in rhythm with his cock pounding. The momentum increased and involuntarily, I started thrusting back into his cock and his finger to maximize the pleasure. And then, it was as if a volcano had exploded inside me….I climaxed as I had never done before, moaning, my body racked with pleasure. It took a while for my muscles to relax and my breathing to come down again, but as it did I turned and pushed him back on his back. I straddled him in the classic sixty nine and took his wet and dripping shaft into my mouth. As I did so, I felt his tongue start to massage my cunt and asshole again. But this time was for him and I wanted to give back some of the pleasure he had given me.
My mouth engulfed his cock completely and I set up a steady back and forth motion. His legs were spread and I inserted my index finger into his asshole, slowly stroking in and out. With each stroke of my mouth and my finger, I could feel his body tense and tremble until with one final thrust, he came again. This time, I didn't want to waste even a drop. Keeping his pulsing cock inside my mouth, I felt his warm thick semen flooding my mouth. Gratefully, I drank it all, sucking him all the while. As his orgasm subsided, I gently licked his cock clean and lay back against his chest. We were both drained and do not know how long we lay there. But eventually, he got up, kissed me and said he had to go.
This has been a long story, but I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did fucking him. Strangely, it also did wonders for my sex life with my husband. We are now trying different things. And of course, Joe is always there at my beck and call, to satisfy my lust as only he knows how.
