He had come out to the picnic area to rub one off.
admitted it. We talked a little longer about his virginal status. Listening to him talk about his unfulfilled yearnings was turning me on. It reminded me of the days when my husband courted me, how he would take me on long walks by the pier and we would make out.
I wanted to feel that way again, even if it was just for a few minutes and even if those few minutes were a lie. I had no business thinking what I was thinking but that didn’t quell the thoughts. The more I tried to fight the wicked notions, the more persistent they were.
Maybe the only way to kill the craving was to satisfy it. There was just enough light that I could see the bulge in Cyrus’ pants. I wondered what would happen if I just reached out and touched it.
I couldn’t be that brash about it. If it were back in my day, I simply would have ripped my clothes off and shoved my big jugs in his face. I was the coach’s wife now with an image to maintain. I had to remain beyond reproach so if anything was to happen, Cyrus had to think it was his idea.
Suddenly, it came to me.
“Ouch!” I pouted loudly. “Something just bit me!” I startled him at first but Cyrus was a gentleman. He grabbed both of my arms and drew me to him.
He shielded me as he surveyed the premises for the culprit.
“I don’t see anything. Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” I answered as we sat back down. I sat closer to him this time, with not a spec of space separating us.
I bent over in his direction. My big boobs were pressed against his knees. I acted as if I were inspecting the spot where I had supposedly been bitten. I wiggled as I scratched, rubbing my boobs against his skin. I then acted as if I were about to fall over. I needed something to grab. Guess what I chose.
I pretended that I thought I was grabbing his leg but I knew exactly what was in my hand. It was a young, vibrant cock and from my initial inspection, it was a large one. I just wanted to sit there and rub it but I was playing a role and had to get back into character.
I bounced back up, breathy, and with my big bosom puffed out. My hand was still on his cock. I wiped my hair from my face and looked at him. His expression was priceless.
He had no idea what to say or do.
“What’s wrong?” I inquired, still full of shit. I then looked down at my hand.
I jerked my hand off his manhood while feigning embarrassment. “Oh my goodness, I thought that was your leg! But it’s not your leg at all, is it? Is that your cock?”
He was buying in. “I’m afraid so. I didn’t mean for it to get hard. It was hard already. You didn’t do it. Not that you couldn’t. I just mean it wasn’t your fault.” He was exasperated and talking all over himself.
“Cyrus, calm down, Sweetie. It’s just a hard-on. I’m no stranger to a stiff cock. I know I shouldn’t ask but it felt so big. Can I see it?”
“Uh, the coach will kill me.”
“The coach will never know. How about I show you my tits?”
“Damn, I would love to see them.”
“Well, here they are!” I flipped off my tank top and bra and threw them on the picnic table.
His eyes filled with lust and desire but yet he was still as a mouse. This would take more prompting. I placed my hands near the back of my boobs. I slowly pushed forward until both hands were completely occupied.
I fondled my tits and brushed my forefingers across my nipples. I pushed my breasts upward until they surrounded the tip of my tongue.
I directed the nipples towards my mouth and licked them. Cyrus could resist no more. He slid his shorts down just enough to whip out his big, virgin prick.
He watched as I groped my tits and nibbled on my nipples. Likewise, I watched him as he slowly rubbed his meat.
His eyes were focused like a laser. He didn’t have to use his imagination. He was watching this live-action flick and my tits were the star.
I broke the silence with a request. “How about our hands switch places? I can see how much you want to touch me. Don’t be shy. There’s no one out that your cock?”
He was buying in. “I’m afraid so. I didn’t mean for it to get hard. It was hard already. You didn’t do it. Not that you couldn’t. I just mean it wasn’t your fault.” He was exasperated and talking all over himself.
“Cyrus, calm down, Sweetie. It’s just a hard-on. I’m no stranger to a stiff cock. I know I shouldn’t ask but it felt so big. Can I see it?”
“Uh, the coach will kill me.”
“The coach will never know. How about I show you my tits?”
“Damn, I would love to see them.”
“Well, here they are!” I flipped off my tank top and bra and threw them on the picnic table. His eyes filled with lust and desire but yet he was still as a mouse. This would take more prompting. I placed my hands near the back of my boobs. I slowly pushed forward until both hands were completely occupied.
I fondled my tits and brushed my forefingers across my nipples. I pushed my breasts upward until they surrounded the tip of my tongue. I directed the nipples towards my mouth and licked them. Cyrus could resist no more. He slid his shorts down just enough to whip out his big, virgin prick.
He watched as I groped my tits and nibbled on my nipples. Likewise, I watched him as he slowly rubbed his meat. His eyes were focused like a laser. He didn’t have to use his imagination. He was watching this live-action flick and my tits were the star.
I broke the silence with a request. “How about our hands switch places? I can see how much you want to touch me. Don’t be shy. There’s no one out here but us.”
I released my tits and slowly reached for his cock. I wrapped both hands around it as soon as he let go. Nervously, he put his hands on my jugs and gave them a long, soft squeeze. He caressed them delicately. I did the same to his cock. We did this for a few minutes.
“That feels so good,” he offered.
“I know it does, Cyrus. There’s something that’s gonna feel even better.” I slid off the bench to my knees. I pushed his legs open and got in between. His cock and I were staring at each other. I don’t think I meant for it to go this far but now that we were here, I wasn’t turning back. His cock looked delicious and it was pleading to be blown.
“Take your shirt off, please. I want to see your whole sexy body.” Cyrus did as I asked. I rubbed my hands up and down his rippled chest several times before wrapping them back around his steely rod. He quivered at my touch.
I was out of practice but I surmised that he didn’t have much to compare this with.