Meg Pt. 01 - Action Figures

He had been seeing Meg for a while. She had beautiful red hair, a fiery auburn/burgundy mixture. She had a gorgeous hooked nose, thick, plump, pouty lips and piercing eyes. On the right side of her face was a beauty mark to rival Cindy Crawford at her finest. Her body was the perfect shape, healthy, everything a man could want.

On the other side, she was not even supposed to meet him. Her date stood her up and since she was already at a UFC night, she knew it would be overflowing with testosterone and decided to sit next to the safest-looking guy there. There was something about him. His superpower was that he knew a little bit about everything. He was charming, sweet, funny, most importantly, safe. She loved his thick, full redheaded mane. And fuck did his beard feel good when they kissed. His eyes were calming, peaceful, luxurious. She remembered the words of The Rolling Stones:

"You can't always get what you want

But if you try sometimes, well, you just might find

You get what you need"

Inviting her to his house for the first time, he had tidied up as best he can. Like most men, he was always nervous. After dinner, he took the step up to his door and exhaled deeply as he unlocked and let her in. She politely smiled and enjoyed the atmosphere of his place.

"Your place's charm matches your personality's," she complimented.

He smiled graciously, accepting the compliment. Thanks to his therapist he had learned long ago to not retort with something self-deprecating. "May I get you anything, love?"

She loved the warmth of the way he had already given her that nickname. "What do you have?" she responded.

"You were drinking a Coors Lite when we met."

"I am very impressed," she delighted in his thought. Talking over a few more drinks, he spun stories and tales, had her giggling and enchanted by his words. She was ready. Looking up from her drink with a twinkle in her eye she observed, "You haven't shown me yourbedroom yet, Justin."

This once confident man had lost his swagger and step. Nervously, he whispered to her, "Meg, I have a confession to make."

Intrigued, she declared, "I knew it! You have a deep secret. Me and the girls have had a bet on this. You are entirely too perfect. We were trying to figure out what's wrong with you. Do you have a woman chained up in your basement? Are you a secret Satanist that sacrifice kittens on Saturdays? Or worse yet, do you have a meth lab in there?"

"Look you saw Breaking Bad as a TV show. I saw it as a 'how to.' " His joke made her giggle. That's what she loved most about him. He was always quick on his feet, always quick to make a joke. "No, Meg," he continued. "You see... I am a fan... of... Professional wrestling. There we go. I said it. I know. It's a real penny dropper." He sat, defeated, head in his hands.

"You have got to be kidding me!" she responded credulously.

Having seen this song and dance a few times, he nodded knowingly and said, "Thank you for a lovely night. I'll go get my keys and then I'll take you back home."

"Justin, what on earth makes you think that I would possibly want to go home right now?"

"Sorry, Meg, it's just, kind of what I'm used to."

She smiled and laughed. "Do you know why I thought you had to be kidding me?" His expression answered with curiosity. "Justin, the reason I got really excited is because I'm a huge fan too."

"I need a second here; my ears are doing really weird things to me. I could have just sworn that you said you really liked pro wrestling too."

Some wrestling fans do this to prove that the woman isn't lying. That however, was not his motivation when he asked who her favorite wrestler was. She responded that she liked Cody Rhodes the most.

Justin, a wrestling fan with many experiences scrolled through his pictures until he found an old picture of him and Cody. He told the story of Cody leaving the WWE for the first time to bet on himself and creating a list of all the wrestlers that he wanted to wrestle. Chris Hero was one of those wrestlers and his local promotion was able to book him versus Cody on a Thursday night. It was a beautiful, emotional experience.

"That is a pretty great story," she responded with a twinkle in her eyes. "Now, what was in that room you didn't wanna show me?"

"OK... Here goes nothing..." He opened the door and what was on the other side of the door was akin to the "Pure Imagination" scene from Willy Wonka, but instead of the candy, it was professional wrestling memorabilia. He had wrestlers from all kinds of generations in Japan, in Mexico, in Europe. He had WWE, AEW, even back to some of the old NWA legends. Sheepishly, he looked at her embarrassed.

"Justin," she began, "why do you think I wouldn't love this?"

"I just have a lot of action figures, Meg."

"Silly Justin," she reassured. "Let's try something." And with that, she slid her shirt off. His jaw almost hit the floor seeing them, and that was just the bra. They were very large and, if I might say, very enticing. He had hit the jackpot.

The only word to come to his mind was "wow."

"Now, pick five. Five action figures. And we're gonna play a little bit. In a way you hopefully have never played with them before. My nipples are very sensitive to the touch," she invited. "Make sure they vary in size, texture, and feel. And if you have a blindfold that would be perfect."

"I don't, but I have an idea..." he thought aloud. "Lay down and close your eyes." He took one of the replica championship belts that he had hanging on the wall. As she obeyed, he chose his five action figures. With her blindfold, he had the freedom to play and tease. He would almost get it there and then take it away at the last moment. He might brush it against her nipple. It was fun and a different way of establishing himself as a dominant. It also helped with the slow build in their sensuality. First, he did it on top of the bra, the slow teasing, the sensation. Then he slid the toy under the bra and teased the nipples. Then, finally she slid her bra above her head. Now, topless before him, he gazed at, perhaps the finest breasts he had ever seen in his life or would ever see.

Innocently he began to kiss the breasts and nipples. Then he went back to the sensation play. He would see how the head felt, the nose, the hands, the feet, the torso. Blindfolded, he asked her how it all felt. While not overly sexual, this was still very, very erotic as he progressed. He wanted to see what effect the pinching of the posable arms and legs would have on her nipples. With that, he knew how much pain she could tolerate. And if this were any indication, his sadist was going to have lots of fun.

He began to slide them in around the pussy. The sensation of the action figures around her lips, the inner part. He rubbed them against her clit, toying with the sensation but not committing fully. This was not about trying to make her cum. This was about connection, acceptance, embracing the weird parts of our nature.

This part was about trying to make her cum though. As he continued, he had an idea. He walked to the drawer and pulled out a very naughty idea he had. There were some old action figures from 1997 that vibrated. He smiled and knew exactly what direction to take. He took a nipple in his mouth, and he began the vibration and gently teased around her pussy with it. When he was ready, that is when he touched her clit.

The world faded away from Meg. It was just her, silence and peace. With a mouth around her nipple, he adjusted the energy she needed, adapting to the vibes from her body. The action figure was of The Giant from 1997. He is most famously known as Captain Insane-o from "The Waterboy." (You just said, "You can do it" in Rob Schneider's voice, didn't you? Admit it.) And boy did the water flow once he found the right level on the nipples and the right spot on the clit.

She giggled, having just very visibly climaxed. "Oops, I squirted a little bit." After a millisecond of reflection, she continued, "Actually a lot. Justin, would you help a lady off with her pants? And panties?" He obeyed and now she lay before him naked.

"So, what comes next?" She smiled, preparing for lots more fun through the night.