Games in the construction site

My name is Jane. I’m 24 years old and I have a story to tell you. Weather it is to enjoy some fun reading with your partner or to prepare yourself for some “self love” it’s none of my business. But I’ll be happy to help with either scenario. I’ll tell you a story of my kinky, sexy affair with an older man. A friend of the family, I would say. His name is Matt. He was 40 at the moment and I was 17. I would describe myself as “big boned”… Well, slightly overweight. With full lips, brown eyes, wide hips, about 5’5” and a nice pair of breasts and a big round ass. Pretty nice, a bit above average.

I’ve always liked older man. Some who dare to analyze my psyche say it’s because my dad passed away but come on, you’re not here to hear a sad story, you’re here to have a good time. Anyway, Matt was tall, dark, but not really handsome, said by himself. An idea I always dismissed. I found him pretty fucking hot. With light cinnamon skin, black hair, big brown eyes he would rock my world any time. I found myself having this… Tickle all over my body, followed by some serious goosebumps and any other kind of mind-numbing sensations every time I saw him. But of course, like most men, he was married.

I happened to meet his family, really cute and awesome but then again, we’re not here to talk about that. We pretended we were friends but deep down inside we always knew there was something else between us. We never admitted it and by the time we finally did, I got in a serious relationship. Great timing, you big jerk. He built his house from the ground up and I helped him a few times (yeah, he had such power of belief that he made a girl work in a construction site). We had a great time, listening to music, having cold drinks and goofing around like we we’re the same age. That we did when there were any people around.

But when we were alone… It was very different. He loved to caress my arms while looking me in the eyes with such lust, I was petrified. He wasn’t a muscular dude, but the sure had a lean physique from all the construction work. He had a certain scent. Described by himself as “freshly made espresso, with hints of vanilla and a slight touch of chocolate”. Pretty gay, but he was right. He had something on his skin that drove me crazy. Pheromones, perhaps, but to this day I can’t put my finger on it.

That particular day he was pretty “touchy”. He picked me up at my house, really casual, but three blocks away he would start seducing me as we drove in his truck. He would softly caress my cheek, he loved it because of the tiny hairs that fade from my hair line to my face. I loved his hands. Big, manly and roughened from all the hard work. Then, in the nearest street light he would kiss my lips softly while looking down my cleavage, looking for some entertaining image. He was really irresistible.  His lips were full and tasteful. And he had a really playful tongue.

By the time we got to the place I could notice a big bulge between his legs. And I started feeling some tingling in my crotch as well. But we needed to get into the house it was time to pretend we were good friends in front of the neighbors.  “I’ll show you what you provoked in me later”, he said with a grin. I couldn’t wait to get rid of all those annoying clothes.

We were in a state of permanent flirting. He loved that of me. His wife wasn’t meeting his expectations in the bedroom so, as any man living on this planet, he needed to have a little adventure. I really didn’t like the idea but I was so mesmerized with him I ignored all the moral bull-crap and focus only on his sex-appeal. We started working as some good music was playing on the little radio that made us company every day.

Like all mornings after the heat of the car games dissipated we would spend the day making conversation, listing things that he needed to buy for the house and such. But a few hours later, the heat came back and we had an unstoppable need to fulfill our most basic needs.

First, he would come up with a conveniently-closer-to-him chore to shorten the distance between us. That would make it easier for him to “accidentally” touch me. I don’t deny the fact that he had some magnetic force that drove me to him, to the heat of his body, to the lust of his look. With every touch the heat kept growing and growing, the tone of his voice became more and more seductive and before we knew it we were engaged in a very wet, very hot kiss.

He loved my legs. He would look at them with a burning desire, as if they were the most perfect legs in the world. I, instead, lived to have his arms around me. I lived to inhale the scent of his skin, loved those times when I spent all day with his essence on my clothes. To feel the touch of his hands all over my body.

He was an amazing kisser, he had the ability to make me wet my panties with just one kiss. All of the sudden I started feeling that familiar, yet desirable bulge between his legs. The lust made me rock my hips, I wanted to keep feeling that rock hard bulge, growing more and more between my legs, he put his hands over my ass, squeezing it with his manly strength, which made me wetter and wetter.

I suddenly felt the urge to give him head. That was another thing he loved about me. Since he was my sex teacher basically, I molded to his demands. I wanted nothing but pleasing him to the max. As I lowered my hands to undo his belt he said “I need to warn you sugar, I masturbated thinking about you last night, I don’t think I can come” I said: “I guess I have to give it a shot, right?” His eyes lit up, with a sexy and lustful grin he gave me the approval to try to make him explode. “I love those magical hands, I know you can do it”

I kneeled before him and got rid of the clothes as I hoped I would. First his pants dropped, allowing me to see my other weakness: A hard dick in a pair of boxers. I have this kind of… fetish, maybe? Don’t know what it is, I just can’t resist a man with a boner in his boxers. I find that more arousing than the nude erected penis itself. I had to stop there for a while. I got up to his abs to kiss them, he didn’t have a six pack, but his abs was attractive and completely hairless. A paradise for a woman like me, who loves to kiss every inch of a man’s body.

I got down to the edge of his boxers. I could feel his expectant look over me. He wanted it, he needed it, and I was willing to give it to him. I got his penis out; it was long, thick, and hard like a rock. Despite his age, he had amazing erections, all of them really tempting. Before putting it to my mouth I gave him he dirty look he loves. He looked expectant, like he couldn’t wait to get it in my warm, moist mouth.

I took it in my hands, started to play with him a little, and then I did it, I started to suck it, gently, softly, to start on a light note. It was completely shaved, even his balls. But at the time that was an unknown area for me. Them I began to lick it, I could taste the fluids coming out of its head. It was so addictive. I tried to deep-throat it but I didn’t have much experience in blow jobs. I wanted to practice with him, and he was fine with that. I thought I wasn’t very good in it, but to my surprise he was, quietly moaning and grunting in approval. With his eyes closed and his head tilted back I knew I was doing it great.

I was delighted, I thought it tasted different but it didn’t, I found it sweet and delicious. I knew I was gonna be hooked on his penis for a long, long time. A few minutes of blowing went by but he still didn’t come. “Why don’t you come?” I said. “Am I not doing it right?”. “Oh you’re perfect at it” he said, “but like I said, I jacked off a few hours ago, I don’t think I can come” And then… I said these six words that changed everything, without me knowing it “But I wanna make you come”. He said “Oh shit, of course you’re gonna see me come” Then he got it out of my mouth and started to jerk off in front of me. It was the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life. “I want you to make me come” He put it in my hands and I started to masturbate him, faster but carefully”. He grabbed my face with him hand and ran his thumb over my lips. I got closer to have a better look.

I could feel the veins of his dick throbbing, he was very close to free his load. And finally, he came right in front of me. It was the first time I ever saw a man coming in person. That was the reason I wanted to make him come. His sexy grunts are forever stuck in my mind. “How could I not come if you ask for it that way?” He said. And with a very long kiss we saved that day in our memories forever.