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Having just woken up after a mid afternoon nap I walk through the apartment to get a drink. I'm dressed in my customary sleep attire; one of your t-shirts and nothing more. I smile as I lean back against the kitchen bench, recounting the deliciously erotic dream you'd been starring in as I napped. I feel a tingle of arousal spread through my body like a lightening bolt. It spikes off and teases my nipples, making them hard before finally pooling between my thighs to leave my sex feeling hot and damp with desire.
I glance up as I hear your key in the door, then the distinctive sound of the door opening and closing. Your keys clattering onto the hall table is the next sound followed by your bag landing on the floor near the table. I know the first thing you'll do is look for me, quietly moving through our apartment because when you left I told you I'd be napping. I bite my lip as I feel my hardened nipples brush against your t-shirt sending shivers through me. The arousal I'm feeling from the dream won't be denied and you're about to be the recipient of it.
I hear you go into our bedroom; probably thinking you'll be able to wake me up from my nap in one of your usual delicious ways. Not today, I'm already awake and intend to be the one surprising you with something delicious. I know the next place you'll look will be here so I stand to the side, out of your view when you first walk in. My hands itch to touch you as my mind runs over the many options for what I could do next. Why plan it out? I know as soon as you get involved we'll end up where I want. Orgasming intensely together in that way that only you can make happen. That way that leaves me spinning out of control, spiralling through the stars and around the moon until I'm crashing back to earth to lie breathless in your arms.
You walk in and before you've properly stepped into the room I grab your t-shirt and push you against the wall. As soon as your back hits the wall I slide my hands into your hair and kiss your mouth. Its not a soft kiss, nor is it tender or teasing. This kiss reflects how I'm feeling right now. It's aggressive, hard and undeniably passionate. The sound of surprise you make is lost in my lips as I kiss you, my tongue stroking over your lips before dipping into your mouth to further assault your body.
I tingle as you growl with pleasure, that growl that always makes me so wet, so aroused. Your hands mimic mine and slide into my hair, as if you think I might move my head away. Well not today, not here and definitely not now. I want you too much to stop. I press my body against yours, loving the contrast between hard plains and soft curves. Moving my body sensuously against yours, sliding my torso, hips, thighs over yours. Feeling all those parts of you I know so well, the parts I've come to know as well as my own in the years we've been together.
My hands soon join in the caressing, moving over your body to begin to free you of your clothing. You growl again and I recognise that growl. It's the impatient one that tells me you need me here and now and nothing will get in the way. I stroke my hand over your zipper and realise you're rock hard, I give an answering growl to your own. Your lips slide from my own and move to my neck, kissing along my jaw to get there. I gasp as you bite me roughly, my fingernails digging into your hips as I feel those lightening bolts of arousal travelling through me once again.
You slowly back me into the kitchen table, so lost in kissing the teeth marks you've left on my neck that you only realise we're there when my ass hits it and I sit on the edge. The evidence of your arousal is unmistakable as you press your hips to mine. I can't help but grind back against the hardness digging into me, desperate to have you inside me and to have you fill me in the way only you can. You're obviously feeling just as urgently aroused because suddenly I'm naked and your shirt lies on the ground ripped down the front. Who'd have thought the sound of clothing ripping could be so arousing?
Before I've had the chance to form a coherent thought you've turned me around and bent me over the table. My breasts press against the cool wood and I begin to rub my nipples against it, enjoying the coolness in stark contrast to my heated skin. I hear your zipper lower and close my eyes as I anticipate your next move. You move closer and this time instead of denim rubbing against my ass I feel your skin. I arch my back, moving my thighs against yours but you're not having any of that.
You press one hand to the middle of my shoulders, gently pushing me back to lie on the table again. Your other hand is wrapped around your shaft I soon find out as you begin to caress the head of your cock over my sex, drawing circles over my clit with it. I moan as I writhe on the table, unable to do anything more as you gently press me to it. I reach my hands forward and grip the opposite edge of the table, fingers curled around it as I pant for breath.
"Please.. please I need you.." I whisper into the table, alternating between being on tiptoe then flatfooted as I try to move my hips against you to get what I want. Your control seems to slip and with another growl you line your cock up with my sex and thrust hard and fast into me. I arch my back, moaning in pleasure as I feel you all the way inside me. You begin to slide in and out of me, hard and fast so I feel my hips dig almost painfully into the edge of the table. The pleasure outweighs the pain as you begin to jackhammer into me, harder and faster until we're both panting and moaning together. The table slowly inches forward with each thrust and reminds me of how hot it sounds to hear the headboard on the wall as you fuck me this hard in bed.
I'm trying to hold back, trying to think of anything but this because it's too amazing to have it end. I should know better. You seem to know me, can read my mind and you growl into my ear "No holding back!" as your hand moves to caress my clit. My hips buck against yours as the orgasm I had barely been suppressing begins to boil up through my body. I close my eyes and moan, arching my back and pressing down onto your cock as if I could close the nonexistent gaps between our bodies.
Your growled "Fuck.." in my ear is the only signal before you orgasm and begin to spill inside me. I moan loudly as I orgasm also, the spasms of pleasure combining with the warmth of your release. I melt onto the table, lying there panting for breath. You fall on top of me and I savour your hot weight against me, the sound of you panting for breath in my ear as you trace kisses over my shoulder. I close my eyes and only move as you move us, curling my body around yours as you pull out a chair for you to sit on and bring me onto your lap. I nuzzle into your neck and whisper "Hmm.. love you always." Smiling as you whisper it back and hold me tightly to your body. This is home. This is where I belong. Any where you are.
"You got plenty of time? I don't want to rush. I really need a good one" She gave me a sweet smile and "no excuses" look as she took off her sweatshirt. "You have to help me too, if I'm going to get any"
"Um hmm . . . take all the time we want. Then we can take it easy the rest of the night".
"Where do you want to start? Lay down . . . here take this . . . "
"Feels good . . .Yeah, this is good."
From Brooks Street you can walk down Ocean Walk until you come to a building with a huge set of concrete dumbbells sticking out of each side of the wall right on the sand next to the walkway. The building I've been working on is a short walk from Muscle Beach. If you'd been here in years past you'd have worked out with The Govenator (Arnold Schwarzenegger) or The Incredible Hulk (Lou Ferrigno) . . . and if you were REALLY lucky . . . Rachel McLish (Ms. Olympia) . . . You need a membership to work out (or a pass, like I've got since I've been working on Brooks St), but you can go, center your thinking and walk away with the same sore muscles as anyone ever has had. Just like Arnold (and imagining Rachel's), I had sore thighs (oooh!), butt, arms and abs . . . same place . . . right here on Muscle Beach . . .
I got to the builiding about 6:00 a.m. and got to work on the checklist. We're almost through with everything and I'm going to miss being in Venice every day. It's a special place for me for a couple of reasons. One, is that I got to sell "artwork" out on the beach and I'm going to do that again this summer, I got to work out at "Muscle Beach". . . second is that we were going to have a place . . . "only four blocks from the water" . . . take walks before the baby comes . . . along the walkway and stop at one of the places for a treat . . . maybe go to the Rose restaurant for chocolate (I'll have to tell you about The Rose) . . . but it was going to be "our place" that she'd never had, I'd never had . . . but "we" would have. It would have been home, raised our baaabies on the beach . . .
Today I took off about 11:00 (my attitude took off about 10:00 . . . 9:26 . . . 8:11 . . . ) and got my bag out of the truck. You "have" to have the right "accessories" . . . in the Penthouse, I changed from jeans, Carhardt and ballcap (with my logo) to a fading sweat suit . . . Golds Gym sweatshirt with the neck, arms and waist cut off, washed from frequent use . . . , broken-in running shoes and knit cap . . . the bag had a towel (for the copious amounts of sweat), water bottle, and gloves (with the fingers cut out) . . .
I didn't have the hard core stuff . . . leather-sweat-stained-lifting-belt, headband . . . and NOTHING in camo . . .
I wonder at the marketing strategy for gyms and exercise machines. All the guilt in the world doesn't sustain the conisistency it takes to achieve lasting results, and I think the emphasis on just attractiveness and health is not enough . . . it's still boring and it hurts, or that's the impression.
I prefer to use free weights and anyone who's used to circuit training has to modify their routine just a bit. Free weights are more "Zen" . . . you think t-h-r-o-u-g-h your routine . . . carefully preparing the weights . . . adding disks, changing positions, constructing the equipment for your next exercise . . . proper form requires preparation, imagining lifting the weight before you do it. It's exactly that, that appeals to me about free weights. If you study martial arts, your Sensei (teacher) will teach you about preparing your mind . . . harmony and balance . . . it is much the same with free weights, at least for me and a few I know.
The workout should be a sanctuary, disengaged from the real world. Nothing wrong with escapism, and with that in mind . . . I shut out everything else, lose track of the time and concentrate on one lift . . . then another . . . A good workout should refresh your mind, send sensations through your muscles and, for many . . . gives you an appetite . . . an amourous appetite. I'm ready for the sweet taste of moist firm flesh, kisses and fingertips . . . and sweet sweet words and promises . . . it's the light at the end of the tunnel, and, the stamina . . . the strength . . . the firm "muscle" . . . all are benefits of one lift . . . then another. For me, that should be the allure of the workout, the lovemaking and the loving expressions . . .
Stretches, leg lifts, crunches . . . tredmill, or stairmaster . . . (stationary bicycles seem bizzare to me) . . . Warm ups are crucial in stretching your muscles, getting the blood circulating and getting into the mindset a minute at a time . . . sounds like foreplay doesn't it? Once you're warmed up and the blood is flowing then you find your place . . . I prefer someplace where not everyone is involved, but, I will admit that when I'm really hard, pumped up, that having someone watch me is kind of a turn on . . .
Once the weights are selected and . . . tight . . . I take a cloth and wipe the bar . . . making sure I can get a good grip and it gives me the sensation of how big around it is, how it fits in my hand . . . smooth as I stroke the area where my hand goes . . . and I think of how it's going to feel . . .
I lay on my back and spread my legs . . . I can feel it warming up in my hand and I tighten my grip . . . and push . . . At first, for a second, its hard to make any progress . . . I feel my stomach tighten, my hips . . . and the strength in my arms . . . and then . . . it moves smoothly . . . tight and pushes back against my muscles . . . over and over . . . until the muscles strain and I feel the pressure build up . . . one more push . . . one more . . . one MORE . . . then relax . . .
A moment's rest, and I'm ready again . . . a sip of something cool, sweat beginning to roll off of me, then again. My muscles may ache, I may have to catch my breath . . . but the sweat cools me, I feel the eyes on me and, sometimes, some admiration . . . for the effort I just put out. A good day . . . when I can take time for an extra one or two additional positions, r-e-a-l-l-y take my time . . . it's delicious when I'm spent and my muscles ache . . . soaked in sweat and . . . mmmm . . .
Muscle Beach brings a bit of exhibitionism to all of that . . . You're there on the beach . . . bikini's just out of reach, thongs . . . tan lines . . . the ocean in the background, and even with your best effort . . . you can lay there on your back, muscles straining . . . and watch others doing it harder than you just did. But you're there where people come from all over to watch you do it . . . critique you in some cases, if you're really straining and have developed well . . . I've gotten a couple of compliments, and it does feed your ego, a bit . . . when someone admires how you stand out . . .
But you can keep it up for only, even with the proper encouragement, so long and then something hot and wet feels good, a shower and some loving attention . . . cuddling . . . a love to admire those muscles and soothe them . . . share a cool drink with.
It's better when you've got someone special to share it with. A lover, someone who knows when to encourage you, when to stimulate you more . . . get the most out of you . . . it's so. . . much . . . better. Your schedules meet sooner, there's more time to share and always the benefits . . .
G.
P.S. Today it was a long-lunch, a good workout with my love in mind, getting to focus and concentrate and think about one more . . . just one more.
Here's one I like to start things off:
Mature Erotica stories 3
I'd been invited to a wedding and I was dateless, but
thought I might be able to pick myself up a nice piece of ass
at the reception. People always seem to get so pissed at
weddings and often the girls really let their hair down
and turned into horny little sluts. Well, to my disappointment
there wasn't much unattached talent at the party so
I decided to make the most of the free booze and food and have
a good time anyway.
I hardly knew anyone there so I loaded up my plate, grabbed
a bottle and headed out to a large balcony that was off the
reception room. After I'd eaten I thought a walk in
the grounds might be nice so I started to wander around and
that's when I saw someone sitting under a tree in the
dark.
As I approached I could see that the stranger was a woman
of mature age and I could hear muffled noises that sounded
like crying. She heard me approaching and began to wipe
her eyes and she tried to smile as she stood up brushing grass
off her dress.
"Hello there" I said cheerfully, "What's
up?"
"Hi yourself" she said sniffing slightly.
"I am ok, weddings always make me cry, " she
said.
"Well I've got a nice bottle of champagne here
that I swiped from the bar. Want to share it with me?"
"Oh yes please" she said with a smile, her tears
all dried up now and gone it seemed.
She was definitely older than me but it was hard to tell her
age as she had one of those elegant chiselled faces with
wide slanting eyes and she was indeed a beauty. Small smile
lines appeared around her mouth as spoke and she had an aura
of sexuality about her I had never picked up in younger women.
We sat under the tree drinking the wine and told each other
about ourselves and why we were there alone. She admitted
that she had been crying because she had always been unlucky
in love and had never been married. Now that she was pushing
50 she was convinced she would always be alone.
I decided there and then that I would make her feel desired
at least and proceeded to successfully charm her out of
her mood. By the time the bottle was empty she had the giggles...
She was filled with champagne bubbles in her head and a cheeky
smile on her succulent mouth. I asked her if she wanted more
to drink and she told me that what she really wanted was to
take me home and make wild passionate love to me!
I wasn't really surprised by this considering her
melancholy of earlier and my attempts to seduce her! This
lovely feminine lady who I had found crying like a little
girl was now acting like a slutty little wildcat and I knew
I was in for some interesting sex with this perfectly delightful
creature.
She moved forward and kissed me softly on my mouth and whispered
"God I think you're sexy. "I'd really
like to have you right now."
The taste of her beautiful mouth, the heady scent of her
perfume and the way she was acting had my cock bulging behind
my zip and when she reached down and squeezed it I attacked
her in a wild and reckless way. I grabbed her breasts hard
and roughly undid the front of her dress. I could tell by
the wanton look in her eyes that this is exactly the way she
wanted it.
"Oh yes baby" she said. "Oh yes, I like
it rough, so don't stop what you're doing, please
don't stop."
Her breasts popped out of her dress and they were big and
full and had large deep brown nipples and I bit them and sucked
at them hard and she squealed in delight. I pushed her back
up against the tree and unleashed my swollen member from
the confines of my pants. She grabbed it with both hands
and shoved it in her mouth and sucked on it like a starving
baby would suckle its mother. Just as I thought I couldn't
stand it anymore she stopped sucking and begged me to fuck
her.
"Oh god my pussy is so wet, please fuck me, fuck me now!"
"I will." I said. "But first I have to taste
your hot juicy slit."
I was still on my knees and she stood and leaned up against
the tree, pulling her skirt up at the same time. God she made
a beautiful sight in the moonlight with her blouse gaping
open revealing her bruised swollen breasts and her skirt
hiked up exposing her cleanly shaved pussy, her clit red
and standing out against her pale skin. She rubbed at herself
until I enveloped her perfectly ripened cunt with my warm
mouth and licked her roughly with my tongue. She tasted
delicious and she moaned as I sucked on her hard little clit.
I stood up and we pressed our hot sweating bodies hard together
as we kissed, savouring the flavour of each other on our
tongues. I picked her up and slid her down onto my hard throbbing
cock and I fucked her there up against the tree. She wrapped
her legs around my hips and I rammed myself into her aggressively
and her cunt tightened each time I withdrew forcing me to
stab into her harder and harder.
She was so hot and juicy inside and I could feel the wetness
leaking onto my rock hard balls as her little round butt
banged down onto them as we fucked.
"Oh god I am going to cum" she said and as her pussy
began to pulsate she started to cry softly as if in awesome
relief.
I couldn't stop looking at her expression as she rode
her orgasm that seemed to go on and on. The look on her face
was pure pleasure but mixed with the tears in the moonlight
it was an awesome twisted sexual thing that seemed unreal
and out of control. When I finally allowed my cock to explode
it started squirting so hard that it almost hurt. When the
flooding was over we slid down the tree totally exhausted
and I held her tightly as she continued to whimper quietly.
"Are you alright?" I asked and she smiled and
said "Yes, it's just that I always cry when I cum,
especially at weddings."
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