“Ooh… what have we here?” She questioned teasingly. I raised my head up and look down the length of my body at her only to see that wicked feral grin and an evil glint in those gorgeous eyes looking back at me. She brought her hands back up to my belt buckle and opened it agonizingly slowly. Next she toyed with the button holding my jeans closed. When she had it opened she trailed her right hand upwards drawing the backs of her fingertips up through the hair on my lower abdomen all the way up to my naval. I couldn’t suppress the shudder I made because the sensation was just a hair shy of being a tickle, this caused Michelle to grin even bigger. She reversed the direction and just as slowly dragged her hand back down until her fingers were once more at the top edge of my jeans. She daintily picked up the zipper pull with just her index finger and her thumb and began to slowly, slowly, oh so terribly slowly draw the zipper down to open it. When it finally reached the bottom of its travel she released the pull and traced her index finger back up along the side of the zipper, the fingernail clicking over each tooth on the now opened zipper.
“Tighty whities?” She commented when her fingers reached my now wide open waistband and noticed my underwear. “Hmmm… it’s going to have to come down too I think.” She teased again as her index finger dipped beneath the elastic band and slid along the top back and forth a couple of times as she gave me that wicked grin again. Reaching up with her left hand Michelle slipped her fingers under the waistbands of both my briefs and my jeans and tugged. “A little help maybe?” She teased. I raised my hips and felt my pants and shorts slide down off my hips and to my thighs. With my head pressed backward into the bed as I lifted I did not get to see the immediate expression on Michelle’s face when my previously trapped bulge was suddenly freed and it popped up in all its glory. I did however hear Michelle’s verbal appreciation. “Mmmmmmm… That’s nice.” She purred as much to herself as to me.
Now I know I’m not exactly the biggest guy out there as far as the size of my natural endowment. I am not overly proud of it anyway, likewise, I make no excuses for it either. I am what I am, and so far in my life as an adult I’ve not received any complaints from the few women I’ve shared it with. That said, I still get a little anxious each time I share what I have for the first time.
“I almost wish I had a blindfold on…” I muttered to myself.
“What was that?” Michelle asked as she looked past my rigid appendage and gave me a curious grin. “Did you do that exercise too?” She asked.
“Both of them…” I admitted as I grinned sheepishly in Michelle’s direction.
“Wait… Both?” Michelle asked puzzled.
“Well… I think one might have been improvised… Penny kind of does that sometimes I think.” I offered.
“Yeah…”Michelle giggled “She does kind of invent things sometimes. She just likes to have fun I think. I can get behind that though… and I’m looking at something I think can be a lot of fun.” Michelle said with almost a growl in her voice. As she said that she slid backwards off the bed and stood up. She then bent forward and grabbed my jeans and shorts and pulled them completely off my legs. I swallowed and fought mightily against the reflex to reach down and cover myself up. Instead, I raised myself up on my elbows and tried to look confident as I watched Michelle… as she looked at me, she let her eyes run slowly up my body from my feet to my groin, paused there a moment as she licked her lips and then continued up across my naked torso and finally settled on my face. Her facial expression changed in an instant, from one of near wonder to first an embarrassed grin that morphed into that hungry predatory leer.
Looking like some kind of lioness or other big cat she slowly crawled back onto the bed on her hands and knees, inching closer to where my legs came together and my erection stood like a fleshy sentinel. Pausing near my knees, Michelle took her right hand and began to lightly draw it up the inside of my left thigh, her fingers tickling through the hair on my legs. Maybe it was that or the anticipation of her touching what few other women had, maybe it was the hungry look in her eyes… maybe it was the sight of her lithe nude body with her pert breasts hanging and swaying with each movement but I shivered and let out a soft moan. Looking up from her close scrutiny and watching her own hand, Michelle grinned fiercely and bit her bottom lip before looking back down at what she was doing. She repeated the same move with her left hand on my right thigh, and again I moaned… Oh my god! With both hands resting feather light on the insides of my thighs, within inches of my proud manhood I was nearly panting in anticipation now. Michelle glanced up at my face once more and locked her eyes on mine. Not breaking eye contact, her hands began to move again, slowly… painfully slowly… Her thumbs finally making first contact with the wrinkly flesh of my scrotum. My balls jumped of their own accord causing me to gasp, and Michelle to giggle. Still biting her lip and locking eyes with me her hands curled around the base of my member until her fingers met on the topside of my shaft. She drew her thumbs together as one up over my sack to close around the base of my shaft. My jaw went slack and my mouth drooped open as I inhaled deeply and my backside tightened as if to push my hips up to meet her hands.
One eyebrow arched upwards in silent questioning as Michelle continued to study my face for every minute reaction I made to her touch. With deliberate excruciating slowness she gently squeezed her hands together and drew them up the length of my shaft. It might have only been a heartbeat or two but to me it seemed like maybe a week in the doing. As her thumbs and index fingers rose and encountered the underside edge of my circumcised head, my mushroom, the sensation overpowered my ability to maintain eye contact. My eyes closed and my head fell back on my relaxed neck as I gasped and let out a long low moan. I could feel Michelle’s hands slipping, one finger after another bump, bump bumping over the edge like speed bumps until just the heels of her palms were still making contact with that oh so sensitive crown. And then… she reversed… Just as agonizingly slow she began drawing her hands back down. Again… bump, bump, bumping over the edge of my mushroom until it popped clear of her soft, hot feminine grip. Down the shaft they slid, slowly, until her hands brushed against my root and pubic hair was pushed aside as her hands released me and flattened out on my groin to either side.
“Oh my god Chelle…” I hissed. “That feels… sooooo good…” I breathed out, and shuddered again.
“It’s so soft… and hard at the same time she said as if in a trance. I brought my head back up and looked down at her as she still knelt there between my legs, her hands on my groin to either side of my erection. I gave another involuntary shudder as she licked her lips. “There’s a little drop coming out of that little slit on the end…” She said and looked up at me as if for an explanation.