my hand out. “It should just be an hour or so to wash and dry them.”
An hour with him wearing my tiny silk shorts was going to be nothing short of heaven. I carried the clothes to the laundry, sprayed them with stain remover, and placed them in the wash. I rushed back into the living room, eager to see my tiny shorts wearing soon-to-be sexual partner.
Sitting on the loveseat with his legs crossed, he looked like he belonged in a Saturday Night Live skit. I fought against the urge to laugh and sat down at his side. “Sorry I ruined your dinner.”
He smiled a little, but it wasn’t very convincing. “I was getting full anyway.”
I studied his long muscular legs and quickly realized they were hairless. Surprised that I had never noticed before, but intrigued that he appeared to shave his legs, I stared for a moment just to be sure.
Yep. Sans hair.
“Do you shave your legs?”
“Yeah. I really don’t like hair – other than on my head. Does it bother you?”
It did everything but bother me. It explained his hairless torso. I gazed at his legs. I wanted to caress them, squeezing his bulging thigh muscles in my dainty little hands as I worked my way up to his stiff cock.
“No. Uhhm. Not at all. I uhhm. I think it’s sexy.”
“Really?”
My eyes moved to his shorts.
Shit!
The surprise blowjob wasn’t going to be so easy after all. With him wearing the skin-tight shorts, my plan of unzipping his pants and easily removing his cock was thwarted. Now, the only way to get to his cock was to get him to remove the shorts – and there was no doubt in my mind that getting him to take them off would require lengthy negotiations.
That wasn’t part of the plan.
I decided to take a chance. I reached for his leg and rested my hand on the smooth skin of his tanned thigh. Much to my surprise, he didn’t object. My heartbeat increased tenfold. My face went hot. I slid my hand a little further. My heart rose into my throat.
I sighed. “Yeah, really.”
The rush of sexual emotions made me feel like I was a horny adolescent again, and I liked it.
A lot.
I slid my hand closer to the prize.
Silence.
Maybe Rachel was right. Maybe all guys loved blowjobs just like she said, and Ethan would stand as no exception. Maybe if I could figure out a way to fit my fingers between the fabric of the shorts and his muscular thigh, I could just reach up there and get started by stroking it.
Maybe if I took it a few inches of thigh at a time he wouldn’t even notice. At least not until it was too late.
I stared at the wall in front of me and slid my hand up his thigh a few more inches. Then, a few more. I didn’t dare look in his direction, fear of rejection prevented it. He had to realize I was working my way up his thigh, and so far, he hadn’t complained. Convinced he was satisfied with my plan to fondle his cock, I blindly slid my hand further. And then, the unmistakably smooth skin of a cock’s head was against my hand.
What the fuck?
I glanced at his lap. Half of his hard cock stuck out the bottom of the leg opening of his tiny shorts.
And my hand was on it.
I quickly made eye contact.
He grinned.
There was no turning back.
“Take them off?” The words escaped my lips in the form of a dry whisper.
Apparently, it was enough for him to understand my desire.
He stood up, and after a slight struggle, pushed the shorts past his cock and down his legs. During the grueling process of him removing his undersized shorts, I took all of his completely naked body into view. Every inch of him was hairless, tan, smooth, and…
Oversized.
I realized I had many options as far as positioning myself to suck his cock. Instead of complicating matters, I settled into the couch cushion, extended my arm, and curled my index finger into my palm repeatedly.
Come here, you big sexy fucker.
Unwilling to wait any longer than I had to, I scooted to the outermost edge of the couch and wet my lips with my tongue. He and his
An hour with him wearing my tiny silk shorts was going to be nothing short of heaven. I carried the clothes to the laundry, sprayed them with stain remover, and placed them in the wash. I rushed back into the living room, eager to see my tiny shorts wearing soon-to-be sexual partner.
Sitting on the loveseat with his legs crossed, he looked like he belonged in a Saturday Night Live skit. I fought against the urge to laugh and sat down at his side. “Sorry I ruined your dinner.”
He smiled a little, but it wasn’t very convincing. “I was getting full anyway.”
I studied his long muscular legs and quickly realized they were hairless. Surprised that I had never noticed before, but intrigued that he appeared to shave his legs, I stared for a moment just to be sure.
Yep. Sans hair.
“Do you shave your legs?”
“Yeah. I really don’t like hair – other than on my head. Does it bother you?”
It did everything but bother me. It explained his hairless torso. I gazed at his legs. I wanted to caress them, squeezing his bulging thigh muscles in my dainty little hands as I worked my way up to his stiff cock.
“No. Uhhm. Not at all. I uhhm. I think it’s sexy.”
“Really?”
My eyes moved to his shorts.
Shit!
The surprise blowjob wasn’t going to be so easy after all. With him wearing the skin-tight shorts, my plan of unzipping his pants and easily removing his cock was thwarted. Now, the only way to get to his cock was to get him to remove the shorts – and there was no doubt in my mind that getting him to take them off would require lengthy negotiations.
That wasn’t part of the plan.
I decided to take a chance. I reached for his leg and rested my hand on the smooth skin of his tanned thigh. Much to my surprise, he didn’t object. My heartbeat increased tenfold. My face went hot. I slid my hand a little further. My heart rose into my throat.
I sighed. “Yeah, really.”
The rush of sexual emotions made me feel like I was a horny adolescent again, and I liked it.
A lot.
I slid my hand closer to the prize.
Silence.
Maybe Rachel was right. Maybe all guys loved blowjobs just like she said, and Ethan would stand as no exception. Maybe if I could figure out a way to fit my fingers between the fabric of the shorts and his muscular thigh, I could just reach up there and get started by stroking it.
Maybe if I took it a few inches of thigh at a time he wouldn’t even notice. At least not until it was too late.
I stared at the wall in front of me and slid my hand up his thigh a few more inches. Then, a few more. I didn’t dare look in his direction, fear of rejection prevented it. He had to realize I was working my way up his thigh, and so far, he hadn’t complained. Convinced he was satisfied with my plan to fondle his cock, I blindly slid my hand further. And then, the unmistakably smooth skin of a cock’s head was against my hand.
What the fuck?
I glanced at his lap. Half of his hard cock stuck out the bottom of the leg opening of his tiny shorts.
And my hand was on it.
I quickly made eye contact.
He grinned.
There was no turning back.
“Take them off?” The words escaped my lips in the form of a dry whisper.
Apparently, it was enough for him to understand my desire.
He stood up, and after a slight struggle, pushed the shorts past his cock and down his legs. During the grueling process of him removing his undersized shorts, I took all of his completely naked body into view. Every inch of him was hairless, tan, smooth, and…
Oversized.
I realized I had many options as far as positioning myself to suck his cock. Instead of complicating matters, I settled into the couch cushion, extended my arm, and curled my index finger into my palm repeatedly.
Come here, you big sexy fucker.
Unwilling to wait any longer than I had to, I scooted to the outermost edge of the couch and wet my lips with my tongue. He and his
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