She had really piqued his interest in matters sexual without saying a great deal that was too explicit to put any literal translation to, or to highlight what he might expect from this lady - lady being the operative word, he mused - or exactly what his preferences were.
He had always been a leg man, and one of the few things he did know about her unexplored body, at this stage, was that she really did have exceptionally long and voluptuous thighs - ham thighs a well known art critic would have described them as. Milky smooth olive skin on them, he could fondly recall as he momentarily closed his eyes at traffic lights on his way to pick her up. He recalled his fingers tracing her thighs up to what was obviously an almost G string on their most recent parting. Fabulous legs, but possibly not much else his pessimistic nature thought rounding the final corner to her southern suburban house.
As he rang the doorbell he wondered what turn of events tonight might bring. His thoughts were interrupted by her appearance and wide enthusiastic smile of greeting.
Little did he realise that she had been thinking similar thoughts to him. She liked well hung men and had tried to imagine what his equipment might be like. She had even gone to the trouble of speculating about it on the telephone to one her intimate girlfriends. Despite that her pessimistic nature had prepared her for a disappointment as had happened so often in the past.
A few hours later, back at his inner city apartment after a very pleasant summer nights meal of seafood, in a well known open air restaurant, washed down with two bottles of white wine, his thoughts were of little else but having her. The ache in his groin was almost painful.
She smiled at him, sitting alongside him on the couch, sipping a port, seeming to read his thoughts. ‘How bad do you want to fuck me?’
He smiled back with as much aplomb as he could muster. ‘Making love sounds better, I think? Eh?’
‘You haven’t answered me. We can do both if you like though. But first, I want to know how badly you want me. Its important to me. I like to be wanted.’
‘Like you wouldn’t believe. Feel this’, he said, boldly taking her free hand and placing it on his half erection.
‘I hoped you would be bigger than that. You disappoint me.’
Not in the least threatened by her retort he responded by starting to undress her. He quickly discovered, with her full cooperation he mused, that all she had worn under her summer skirt and blouse was a generous dash of exotic perfume and an even smaller black G string than he imagined even existed.
‘Now you,’ she said backing away and turning so that he could could savour for the first time the cheeks of her generous and incredible (and as he later learnt 43”) arse. As he stripped down to his suntan and briefs which he had worn especially for this moment, hoping it would happen tonight, he could not take his eyes off her magnificent arse. Her G string deliberately left her cheeks totally exposed to his gaze, as the string of it disappeared between her cheeks, and the high heels she wore highlighted the effect of her voluptuous thighs and arse even more.
She was very proud of her well developed arse and without flaunting it over obviously, was very aware of the effect it could have on men.
He had never seen an arse as round and perfectly formed, with not a trace of dimples or sagging. ‘How did she do it?’, he wondered.
‘Your cock seems bigger now than before,’ she teased with a smile. ‘Show it to me.’
Always the exhibitionist and proud of his equipment he rolled his briefs over his erection and dropped them to the floor, his eyes not leaving hers as she lustfully watched his erection smack against his stomach.
‘Stand facing the wall with your arms and legs spread, and put your hands on the wall,’ he told her in a firm voice.
Ever curious and eager for new experiences she complied a little more readily than she would have liked to. ‘Who’s in charge here’, she wondered to herself.
Hands braced against the wall she watched over her shoulder as he knelt behind her and placed his hands on her hips and then started kissing and licking the cheeks of her arse, beautifully and geometrically dived by the tiny black G string she still wore.
‘Hold this’, he said, taking her right hand from the wall and placing it on his very hard cock.
At the same time he rolled her tiny G string over her magnificent and well endowed arse, kissing it continually.
‘Feel any different’, he said with a smile she could not see and appreciate, knowing full well that his erection had grown at least two sizes with his favourite turn on of arse kissing. Especially this one. Magnificent, dimple free twin orbs, which he was covering with his tongue, his cock responding with each lick. This has to be the best formed and sweetest arse on earth he thought, totally immersed in his pleasure, his groin aching for release.
“Glad you like my arse’, she purred. ‘I hoped you would. I have been saving it for you. I want you to fuck me in this position from behind. Fuck me now. Like that,’ she said as he stood behind her and and placed the head of his erection against her clitoris.
‘Fuck me right now. Like that. Give it to me. Right now. I want you pumping in me,’ she ordered sliding his greatest ever erection into herself as he grasped her generous cheeks from behind and started an urgent rhythm.
He was so turned on and surprised by by this fabulous woman he was fucking in one of his favourite positions, (and he learnt later, hers also), that he forgot the oil he had prepared - just in case.
Noticing the oil in its hiding place, out of the corner of his eye, he slid his erection out of her and turned her around, and led her to the bed, neither saying a word as they covered the short distance.
As he lay her on the bed on her side, her back to him so he could kiss, fondle and lick her fabulous arse some more, heightening his desire at the same time, he felt sure his erection was even bigger than before.
As he opened the oil he said to her, slowly, ‘I want to anoint your beautiful, gorgeous arse before I fuck it like it has never been fucked before. Believe me?’
Without looking at him, she was enjoying having his hands smear her arse with oil, she said, “Yes, I believe you. And I want you to.”
As she lifted her arse to facilitate his hands and the oil she used her hand to feel his erection and anticipate slapping into her from behind and pounding into the ripe cheeks of her arse.
Sufficiently oiled he slid the full length of his erection into her as slowly as he could bear. Then he slowly, slowly built up to the most memorable orgasm ever. His hands holding the full, oily twin orbs of her gorgeous arse as he worked away, trying to heighten the pleasure for both of them. Kneading and manipulating the full ripe cheeks of her arse. Slamming into her arse with a fantastic, slapping, noise that turned them both on to simultaneous orgasm.
