Just the Thought of It

David stood, his eyes at half mast as they roamed over my eager anatomy. I could see his heartbeat banging through his boner beneath the panties. He stroked himself through the satiny leopard fabric, then he hooked his thumb under the panty edge and lowered it just enough to expose his crown - a tortuous tease. I scooted back on the bed and David crawled after me, laying down fully on top of me. He was a big man and I welcomed his weight; it felt so good - sure beat the hell out of video chat. He kissed me deep and hungry and I inhaled my scent still glistening on his lips.

"I taste like your wife," I said, with a giggle, and he giggled too.

"Yes, you do," he said, "Sweet."

We rolled around against each other for a while, necking and dry humping like teenagers, then he got his hand between us and started working the leopard panties down under his balls. I knew he wasn't going to remove them or my thong either; he liked to fuck with underwear on - that was well established. He perched on an elbow and lifted his hips, and I spread my legs wide for him so he could rub his granite against my thong, then he worked his tip under it and found my stormy center.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, please hurry!" I said, thrusting up against him.

But of course he didn't hurry. He inched in nice and easy, a slow romantic rock; I thought he'd never get there. Eventually, I felt him brush past my g-spot and I wrapped my legs high on his back, and he drove in the last of himself. His cock buried deep and wide and alive inside me, I bucked to meet his sway as he murmured sweet seductive nothings in my ear. It's what I wanted to hear, what I needed to hear, but never heard from Allen.

"Make me cum, David," I begged.

"Not yet, Candy," he said, then he buried his face in my blonde curls, moved his large hands under me, and squeezed my ass, angling it up as he ground down into me. And there I was again, almost at the point of no return.

"So good," I groaned, "I'm so right there."

"Hold on baby," David said, and abruptly he pulled out then rose to his knees. He grabbed two large pillows and wrestled them under my hips, then he reached down for his throbbing rod and skated it along my aching abyss, before settling it lower, against my starfish.

I looked up and met his earnest stare.

"I want to take you this way," he said.

I wasn't surprised; we'd talked about this. It would be a first for him, but not going to lie, I was nervous. I'd only done anal with Allen and he was small - the Irish Curse as it's called. David was double the width and half again as long, but I trusted him to be tender. My hand swept the bed until it landed on the lube and I passed it to him. He smoothed the cool gel on his missile and on the target; his hand was shaking. He pulsed his crown against me, then finally, and with some encouragement, he summoned the bravery to ease himself through my back door.

"Oh my God," he exhaled, as he advanced very carefully into the unknown, the expression on his face, utter ecstasy. And once nestled tight inside that wet hot forbidden zone, he rested down on me and we began a nice gentle hump waltz.

"Does it feel good, baby?" he asked, "Because it damn sure does to me - just the thought of it, oh my God."

"Hell yes, it feels great," I murmured, "and yeah I know - just the thought of it."

I turned once more to look at Sue; she was intensely expressionless. David, however, was flushed with euphoria, his eyes squeezed shut, his nostrils flared, as he prepared to unload in that high rent district.

Then, an unexpected about face as David flipped me and bent me over the pillows, and what had been an achingly exquisite love-making experience, mutated into raw, carnal, feral fucking.

"Anal should be doggy, don't you think, Candy?" he said, and he jerked the fragile lace thong down around my upper thighs with one hand and slapped my white ass hard with the other. I cried out from the surprise and I heard Sue gasp. David pressed down on my upper back, flattening me to the mattress and elevating my hips. He spanked me again, harder, and I could feel myself redden after the sting. When he drove himself in, he didn't hurt me, but he didn't hold back either.

"Wow! Oh FUCK yeah," David howled, as he took me with a deep, slow, even stroke, "What a view! You gonna cum for me, Candy?"

Then he reached around and got his hand between my legs and rubbed and bucked, panting like that doggy.

"Not unless you start fucking me like you mean it, old man," I groaned over my shoulder, grinning. I was barely holding on.

"Oh God," he growled, his breathing ragged, the sweat dripping from his forehead down the tip of his nose and onto my back, "You love this don't you, Candy, you naughty little-"

"FUCK me!" I shouted, and David breathed in sharply, then magnified the velocity and the ferocity of his thrust, until his control over it got away from him.

"Cum with me, Candy baby . . . I'm going to take your ASS! Oh GOD! Right now! I'm losing it! OH FUCK!!"

And as the tumultuous tremors began to overtake us, I reached back and dug my nails into David's thighs in an attempt to drag him closer, and drew blood.

"God DAMNIT!" he roared, then rammed me with that blue steel in response, and the headboard slammed against the wall.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! resonated through the room, as David committed to his first-time anal, and the bedroom wall and I continued to take a thumping.

FUCK! It hurt so good.

Then that burning surge of indescribable pleasure began to engulf me and I cried out in warning, and when my ass clasped David's invader in its involuntary vise grip and spasmed on it, I came like I'd never cum before, arching up into him and screaming his name. He got on his feet, squatting behind me, managing as much as a man in his 60's could muster, and with a thunderous guttural growl, he discharged his weary weapon.

Destroyed, we decoupled and melted into the mattress.

The room was quiet and still, and I could only imagine Sue was regretting her decision to watch David and I pair-bond, especially since he had decided to freestyle it at the end - pretty sure the anal was his idea.

He rolled towards me and whispered very quietly in my ear.

"I don't know what to say except . . . are you free next Friday?"

Just the Thought of It by BridgetDoone

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