I often have females and males alike proposition me for companionship or, as is mainly the case, straight up fucking. I’m flattered by their advances but none of them have ever tempted me enough for me to accept. Furthermore, I had a perfectly normal childhood filled with what would be happy moments, and a family who accepted my awkwardness whole heartedly. However, it was never enough to make me feel normal, to make me no longer numb.
I believe that’s why she chose me. Because of the stupefied state of being of which I dwelled, or perhaps she could feel the longing inside of me for something more. I saw her for the first time just outside of my bookstore. The gentle curve of her hip was lightly resting on the brick of the building across the street. The fact that I could even see her through the shroud of darkness startled me, followed by the twinge of panic when I was unable to look away from her lovely face. You must know that I have never been drawn to another human being in a sexual manner. I had yet to feel the heat of lust push through my veins and head straight to my cock.
When she finally let me go from her hungry gaze I stood dumbfounded. The full length of my cock was pushing mercilessly against the zipper of my worn jeans. I headed for the restroom needing desperately to be alone to sort out what I had just felt. I knew what this was of course, although it had never happened to me specifically. I am a reader by nature and was fully aware that my…condition was not the norm.
When I had first discovered the unusual state I was in I purchased countless erotic movies and magazines, hoping for some reaction and an end to my dilemma. Needless to say I never found what I was searching for in those movies. I did however learn the remedy that would soothe my current situation.
Locking the men’s room door and turning the fan above on high, I pushed away the unbearable restraint of my jeans letting my painfully swollen rod go free. The air hit my searing flesh, immediately sending a chill of pleasure down the length of my spine. I tentatively grasped the solid thickness that had never been much more to me than a necessary tool. As I began to gently stroke my engorged shaft I realized that my relationship with this previous tool of necessity would never be the same.
The pleasure that this one organ could cause in me was staggering. Warmth covered my body as my hand pumped rapidly between my tight aching balls and the tip of my overflowing cock. Feeling my knees start to buckle, I swiftly took hold of the counter top just as the most exquisite pleasure rolled over me. The feeling is indescribable, but I don’t doubt you’ve felt the sheer bliss of that delicious moment.
For a short period of time I stood there resting my head on my arms and letting the sink support the weight of my nearly limp body. I felt lightheaded as I lifted myself from the sink, which was now blanketed in a considerable amount of my milky juices. After the sink was wiped clean of the mass of goo I had deposited, I rinsed my hands and moved towards the front of the shop to start closing up for the night. I ushered what was left of my customers out the door and let my employees leave early. Enjoying the quiet peace of the empty shop, I closed out the register and trudged upstairs to the tiny one bedroom apartment that had been my sanctuary for so long.
I was utterly exhausted from the intensity of my first orgasm and the knowledge that I was capable of such desire. All I could do was sink deep into the plush cushions of my sofa and let my mind wonder back to the vision of her face. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful, or that her eyes had held my soul for those brief moments.
What haunted me was the hunger, the need for me. Whether she wanted to impale me with a thousand daggers or slowly lick her way around the terrain of my body, I can’t be sure. I can however be quite sure of what I wanted to do to with the creamy breasts that sat high and ripe within the confines of a velvety midnight blue corset.
I could feel myself growing hard again as the memory of her long smooth legs burned within my mind like a wildfire. How was it that this sensual woman could invoke such willing desire from me when no one else had ever come close?
The strain of my steely rod against the rough material of my jeans told me that I would be needing release again soon. The rasp of my zipper was deafening in the silence of the living room. My palms tingled in anticipation of the climax to come. As I reached for the rigid mass in my lap I heard movement behind me. The sound was light but I could feel a vibrant presence here with me. Before I had time to turn around to face my intruder she came into view.
I sat stunned with a massive erection still saluting in my hand. She was so close that her scent wrapped around me, making my cock twitched with longing. Her scent was not a perfume or shampoo as most women’s are, but hers was the sweet spice of arousal. The smile that played on her lips was comforting yet cruel at the same time. Moving forward slowly she ran her soft feminine hand up the length of my trembling leg.