Far from Trivial - Sex Stories

Far from Trivial

... he looked so hopeful then. And despite my reservations, I was still horny. So I simply nodded and began undressing as well.

Mason didn't ogle me while I took off my shirt and jeans, but I sneaked plenty of glances at him. He had a surprising amount of body hair, which I loved. His cock, fully erect, wasn't all that thick, but I guessed it was around six inches long. His balls were the perfect size for sucking, a nice mouthful. I noticed he neatly folded each item of clothing he removed, and I found the habit endearing.

When he looked up at me again, his stare homed in on my chest. Since I'd put on some weight post-menopause, my already ample breasts were now even larger. Part of me wanted to leave my bra on; without it, my tits were pendulous, the nipples pointing downward. But Mason appeared enraptured by my cleavage, and I sensed how much he desired to see more. I removed the bra without fanfare. Mason's cock jumped at the sight of my naked breasts, which made me grin.

My underwear came off last. Despite my excitement, I no longer got as wet as I did when I was younger, but that certainly wouldn't stop me from enjoying Mason's mouth. "You're gorgeous, June," he whispered. His hot stare let me know he meant what he said.

I closed the distance between us, sliding my palms over his chest. I liked gazing up at him and seeing the abject need in his eyes. When I moved my hand lower, wrapping my fingers around his cock to give him a stroke, he sucked in a breath ...

... through his teeth. "Sorry, I'm just really excited," he said. "This is a fantasy come true for me."

"So you're ready for me to sit on your face?" I asked, my tone playful.

"Oh, fuck yes!" he groaned. I decided I wanted to tease him a little. Placing a hand between my thighs, I rubbed my clit. Mason's stare followed every movement. "June, please..."

I moaned while touching myself. When I brought two wet fingers to his mouth, he immediately took them between his lips, sucking eagerly. "Lie down," I told him.

Mason hurried to do as I said. I expected him to rest his head on one of the pillows, but he instead moved it aside so he was flat on his back. Having this sweet, attractive man laid out before me banished my inhibitions. After climbing on the bed, I straddled his thighs and slowly moved upward. He released a whimper when my pussy grazed his cockhead. I finally placed a knee on either side of his head, and he licked his lips in anticipation, then grasped my hips.

"You know, I don't have to sit on your face," I said. "You can still go down on me."

"I want you to," he insisted, his voice growing urgent. "Women I've been with in the past didn't understand, and they weren't really into it. But June, I love being smothered by a pussy, and I also love having a woman's thighs tight around me, covering my ears. It's a kind of sensory deprivation; it frees me to relax and take total pleasure in eating you out." His eyes locked with mine, and I realized how different he ...