It was his moment at last: Aliasa stood nude before him, her perfect petit body aglow with youthful pride. And himself finally divested of his trousers and jocks. His erect member extended insolently under the edge of the shirt. Aliasa found the sight extremely exciting: his penis jutting out of the curtained folds of his shirt after his last button like those old bulky camera with lens jutting out under the covering over the frames.
But now what? In such close-quarters (the stall was barely 6 feet across) the most obvious course was a sitting position, with her on top! That would give her complete control. No way to accomplish their inaugural fuck. He needed to show what he could do. His ego aside, he would prefer they started off on more equal footing. He also preferred it sometime really soon!
He moved near her and began his oral assault on her shoulders up, endeavouring to chaotically cover that entirely, his tongue slipping in and out of his mouth as he licked and nibbed. His hands started of her waist, but one wondered towards her back and the other over one pert breast squeezing and pinching. The hand on her back slipped down to hold one buttock and pulled her closer, until his dickhead nuzzled her belly. Aliasa right hand strayed below and found his balls: oval rocks suspended in a soft tender sac of skin with fuzzy hair that ticked her palms.
“I’m ready,” Aliasa informed him.
“Not on the seat,” he entreated.
“Standing?” she inquired. “I have something in mind.”
She gripped his penis behind his dickhead, reached into his breast pocket and pulled out one of his condoms. His organ became livelier, quivering in anticipation. She had to restrain a shudder down her legs. Catching the edge of the casing of the condom in her mouth, ripped it open with her teeth. Study his response: another to note. She thought, An oral fixation, as well, judging from his spunky’s spring.
Caressing his penis with light fingers, she brought down the condom to sheathe him, slowly pulling back the latex to envelop him, protect her. Here goes. She gripped his penis for balance and brought the sole of her right foot onto her knee. Then slowly extended her leg out, a classic ballet stance. Put it to some good use, all that training.
She was already building a detailed and exclusive mental portfolio of him. Turned on with experimental positions, she added, taking note of another distinguished throb in his manhood… Either that or he really needed it. But his tortured whimper suggested the earlier. He laid his hand on underside of her extended thigh; so lightly, as though she’d might break like glass or dissipate like a cloud. Only when he a reassured she was flesh did he begin his slow rough strokes, betraying his passion he kept so well leashed so long. Or rather being truthful to it.
His strokes were augmented with strong grasps. He completely avoided her pubis. She found this odd. I hope he doesn’t have any inhibition with that area, she thought concerned. I so much like the feeling of being touched there. Not that it mattered now: she was wet and ready for him without needing a helping hand, so to speak. She murmured his name over and over, bewitchingly encouraging with words. Then she felt him near the periphery of the strip of her groomed pubic hair, almost cautiously. He proceeded to her slit, drawing his fingers up, then parting her lips to allow more access to her clitoris, touched them delicately, bringing a sigh from Alisa lips.
He slipped a finger through the vaginal tract, finding her hot and wet. Crouching, he lowered his dickhead preparing to penetrate her. Alisa immediately brought her leg down, to open herself further. She held on to one shoulder for support and brought her other hand to guide him into her channel. Laying her hand on his tool, she cooed euphoniously, stilling him. Withdrawing his finger, he laid his hand over hers.
Then they began, together the brought themselves to execute the coupling: bending her knees and Dave rose to meet her, his penis ascending to her open flesh. Ever so slowly, until half of his tool was swallowed in her warm tight channel. The penetration bought Aliasa a strange satisfaction, a contentment– and an increased desire to be fulfilled. Likewise, being enveloped by Aliasa, brought Dave a snug gratification: he felt so complete and extremely randy.
Holding still for a moment, like two dancers waiting for a band to strike; then they set off, to the silent music, a music ingrained in their genes– the rhythm to their love-making. Dave set a slow tempo, deep strokes, unfailingly grazing her clitoris in each pass, earning gasps and moans. The tightness and the friction on his tool solicited groans punctuated with breath for air.
She then raised her leg again, extended to an amazing 80 degrees and then dropping, so that her sole rested against the wall. Her body resembled the hands of a clock, fixed by Dave’s center. This reduced her own movements, but allowed her to control the level of penetration. The sudden increase in pressure threatened to make him cum. He paused, demanding control from his body: closing his eyes, thinking he was elsewhere to stave of the loss control that would result in him shooting his load.
When he brought himself to a more tolerable level– but somewhere not too far from that threshold– Dave increased his pace. Uncertain how much of this he could take, he worked harder to please her. He shifted his hand supporting her from her waist to her buttocks, massaging a cheek and teasing her anus with his fingers. The other hand holding her raised leg moved on to a breast, squeezing and fondling, dexterous fingers drawing circles around her aureoles and then timidly pinched her hard nipples.
He picked up cues telling him it was working: drawn out throaty sounds and spasms of contractions. But not enough, he weighed. He (reluctantly) removed his hands from her breast, and roamed downward: tickling her belly and fingering her navel and then brought down to her pubic. Finding her clitoris, pressed it harder against his thrashing sheathed penis. And to add a twirl to this cocktail, he thought wryly. He raised his right knee and planted his foot on the toilet seat. The change of the angle surprised Aliasa, and earned him a respectful smile… and extra-long clutch on his tool.
She rested her left hand on the knee and which allowed her more freedom to move, which she took full advantage, arching against him. Not long after, Dave was excruciating close to an orgasm, Aliasa not far off. Dave dreaded leaving her unsatisfied. His mind ran wild, desperate for something bold, knowing full well that he couldn’t hold out for long.
He brought the hand on her crotch onto her buttock under his leg and the other behind her back. Then it came, or rather he came, breaking through his threshold of control spurting semen into the latex casing. The corresponding thrust brought on her orgasm. And now the finale, he thought readying himself. He put the leg that was on the toilet seat between her own, then pulled it back to trip her, pushing her leg over his shoulder with the hand. Catching her fall, he sat down on the seat bringing her down on him with his hand to support her back. The rush of the fall coupled with the leg on his shoulder drove his penis so far into her, grinding her cervix, brought her to a tremendous orgasm, her thrashing challenging an epileptic fit. He could barely contain her, giddy with his own climax.