- Mon Jan 09, 2017 6:15 pm
#82268
Okay - so I watched both games over at Jenny's on Saturday. Natalie showed up right around 8:00 - plenty of time for the 8:15 kick off of the Seahawks-Lions game. She was, of course, wearing her lucky Russell Wilson jersey and a pair of jeans that looked painted on - and she brought a bottle of George T. Stagg bourbon (if you haven't had this, it's well worth trying). Jenny gave her some shit for wearing the Wilson jersey, but we all admitted that it was a lucky jersey.
We cracked open the Stagg and the three of us settled in to watch the game. There was some good natured ribbing, and a lot of small talk. Sometime in the third quarter, Jenny kept nodding off, so she got up and said she was going to call it a night. She offered Natalie one of the upstairs guest rooms, and the two of them went upstairs. About five minutes later, Natalie came back down stairs and offered to refill my glass. With a fresh ice cube and about 3 fingers poured, she came over and sat next to me on the leather loveseat. She handed me my glass and tucked her feet up under her and leaned in, so I put my arm around her and we watched the game. During the first commercial break after coming back downstairs, she said "I know that things have been a little all over the place after the Carolina game. The holidays made things difficult, and my husband has been being a real jerk." I cut her off and told her, "hey, it's cool. There's no pressure or expectation..." before I could say anything else she put her finger to my lips and said "being around you... I don't know what it is, but it has made me feel... well, has woken up part of me I thought was dead." At this point I shushed her and kissed her on the forehead. The game came back on and she just snuggled in, pulling my arm down around her.
About half way through the fourth quarter, as it was clear that Seattle was going to run away with the win, she got up, refreshed our drinks, and snuggled back in - except she ran her right hand up my leg and stopped just as it made contact with my cock. She didn't grab it or anything, just lightly brushed up against it and stayed there. Needless to say, there was a reaction. She kind of purred and moved her hand up to cover the front half of my erection. After a bit, she shifted her position and put her head in my lap, still watching the game, but with her hand firmly gripping my dick.
When the game ended, she sat up, looked me in the eye, and said "I really need to go upstairs - Jenny's expecting me to use the guest room." Disappointed, I said, "are you sure?" She laughed and said "I'll be back! You go on to bed." I couldn't argue with that.
So I watched her leave, then turned off the TV and went into "my" room. I got some condoms out of my shaving kit and put them on the night stand, put a couple of towels on the floor by the night stand, stripped down, and got into bed. I read for about a half hour and wondered how long Natalie would be. About the time I was about to say "screw it" and turn off the light, Natalie softly opened the door and stepped into the room. She was wearing that Russell Wilson jersey - just like last time - except this time the lamp at the bedside was on, so the room was lit.
I said "you still wearing that unlucky jersey?" Rather indignantly she said "unlucky?!? You think if I take it off you'll get lucky?" I laughed and said "Something like that" and she stood there and took the jersey off over her head. This time, she was completely naked underneath - her tight little body standing there in the lamplight - no tan lines that I could see - her landing strip trimmed tight, about three inches tall and probably exactly an inch wide. It was clear that she meticulously groomed it - and I find that hot as hell.
She came over and got in bed, sliding under the covers and we were immediately kissing, our hands exploring each other. When my had went between her legs, she was practically dripping. I slid one finger in, and she was so hot - she drew in a sharp breath and then let it out slowly, again, kind of purring. I rolled her onto her back and took one of her enormous nipples in my mouth, which caused her to arch and put both hands on the back of my head.
Now, I've always had a theory that women with small breasts had extremely sensitive nipples - I don't know if that's true, but it appears to be true with Natalie. I spent five or ten minutes sucking, licking, and taking her nipples in my mouth before kissing my way down to her navel. I looked up at her, and she said "you owe me" so I kissed my way down, running my tongue down one edge of her landing strip until I touched her labia. She shivered, and I spent the next fifteen minutes or so licking, teasing, and sucking. When I finally moved my tongue to her clit, I slid one finger inside her, exploring the front wall of her pussy until I found that little rough spot. I then flicked my tongue across her clit while moving my finger across little rough spot in a "come here" motion. She lasted less than a minute before both hands grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into her bucking crotch. She came hard -- and I mean hard. She might have even loosened one of my teeth!
After she settled, I reached down and grabbed a towel to wipe my face and moved back up the bed to be beside her. She was still breathing hard and took the towel from me to wipe the sweat from her chest (which is saying something, since it was about 20 degrees outside and none-to-warm in the bedroom. I moved my hand across her belly and lightly brushed my fingers over one nipple, which caused her to shudder and moan. When she caught her breath, her hand moved to my cock and started stroking it - and let me tell you - as fit as she is, her hands are incredibly strong. She started stroking it harder and faster and I wondered if her intent was to give me a hand job, but she stopped and pushed me onto my back and straddled me. She said "It's been a long time... " I shushed her. She leaned forward and grabbed one of the condoms off the night stand, ripped it open with her teeth (which made me laugh - and that cracked her up). She rolled it on me and said "don't go deep - you're a big man, and I'm a small woman. Just let me..." with that, she slid me inside her - she was so damn hot - almost too hot inside. She slowly lowered down onto me, about half way, then rose back up. She had her hands on my chest and slowly fucked half my dick. She finally slid down until I bottomed out. We fucked slowly , gradually picking up the pace until she started rubbing her clit with her right hand, while reaching around with her left to grab my balls. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the top of my ballsack, keeping downward pressure on my nuts. When we were getting close, I reached up to lightly pinch her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers - and that did the trick. She came again -and came hard - practically screaming. As she came, that turned the switch for me and I came too.
She collapsed on my chest, sweaty and breathing hard. After a few minutes, she rolled to one side and I got up and pulled the condom off and flushed it. As I was walking back she said "stop" - not sure what was up, I froze. After about a minute she said "damn, but you are a beautiful man" I laughed and got back into bed. We held each other for a while, but about a half hour later she said "I really should go back up stairs - I don't want Jenny to know." I thought - damn, you don't think she heard you? - but said " are you sure, I'd really like you to stay. We're just getting started." She laughed and said "uh, no." Which, quite frankly, was good -- I'm not 18 anymore.
She collected her Russell Wilson jersey, stood there by the door for a minute and I said "Damn Natalie, you are one beautiful woman." She smiled and said "stop" then giggled, put her jersey on over her head, blew me a kiss and slipped out.
One hell of a night... but...
The next morning I'm up about 7:00 - I'm an early riser and 7:00 is sleeping in. I take a shower, throw on some sweats and go up to start the coffee about 7:30. It's not done brewing when Jenny comes down in her robe. Now, I'm convinced she heard Natalie last night - hell, I think half the neighborhood heard Natalie come. But Jenny makes no indication that she heard. I say "You're up early" and all she says is "did you stay up to finish the game? I'm assuming Seattle won" I told her the score and said that she didn't miss much. She admitted to perhaps drinking too much and stated that Saturday morning yoga might be too early for her. She got out a coffee cake that she had picked up at the grocery store and we sat there and drank coffee and nibbled on the coffee cake until about 8:30 when Natalie came down wearing her Russell Wilson jersey. Jenny got up and got her a robe because it was cold in the kitchen (thermometer said that it was 16 degrees outside).
I have to hand it to Natalie - she was nonchalant as hell - like she had gone to bed right after the game and slept through the night. Hell, Jenny even commented that she looked well rested! We sat and chatted for about an hour, and as I got up to get more coffee I kind of groaned and walked stiffly across the kitchen. Jenny called me an old man and I commented that yoga was making me sore in all the wrong places. Jenny says "I know what you mean - I hurt in places I didn't even knew I had."
Natalie pipes right up and says "what you need is a good stretching session and a sauna." I said "No thanks, I think a trip to the gym is the last thing I need right now." She said "nonsense - you two come over to my house. I'll turn the heat up in my little yoga room, and then the three of us can take a sauna." I did notice on NYE that she had a small sauna in her basement, but never thought of it. I looked at Jenny and she looked at me. Natalie said "I promise to take it easy on you - just stretching and then sit in the sauna for about 20 minutes - you'll feel good as new." Jenny said "that sounds like the last thing I need - think I'll take the Sunday paper and my big mug of coffee and soak in my tub." Natalie looks at me - no trace of that shit-eating grin - and says, "Fred?" Not wanting to seem too eager, I hesitate and then say, "sure, what the hell - take it easy on me." Natalie immediately brightens and says "let me get dressed. you come over in a half hour." She then pops right up and practically dances out of the room.
I look at Jenny and she says "you're a glutton for punishment." I chuckle and say, "in for a penny, in for a pound." Jenny cautions "don't go getting your hopes up." I reply, "Jenny, I think that ship has sailed." Jenny says, "well, too bad. There's definitely something between you two, but I just don't think anything will happen - at least not any time soon."
Natalie leaves, and I grab my coat and follow about a half hour later. She meets me at the back door all decked out in yoga gear - no magic black yoga pants, but bright yellow yoga pants and matching sports bra. We go down into the basement and into her yoga studio - it must be 110 degrees in there, and I instantly start to sweat. I said "you weren't kidding, were you?" She says "I don't kid." She then proceeded to run me through a series of stretches - some by myself, and some with her assisting, pushing on my back, on my leg, pulling my arms behind me. She was tough, but it felt good. We stretched for about 20 minutes and were both sweating like we just ran a marathon.
She said, "go ahead and get in the sauna. There's a towel on the hook by the door, just dump your sweaty gear on the washer and I'll clean them while you're in the sauna." Now, I had expected her to join me, and I assumed that her husband was traveling again, but didn't know for sure. So I strip down, wrap the towel around me, dump my sweats on the washer, and go in the sauna. There was an insulated water bottle sitting on one of the benches, so I took a healthy swig -- cucumber water, and I have to admit, it tasted pretty good at that point.
After about 5 minutes in the sauna - it must have been 150 degrees in there - Natalie comes in wrapped in a towel. She walks over and dumps a ladle of water on the hot rocks, walks to the bench opposite me (now mind you, this is a small sauna that would probably hold 8 people if you sat close), spreads her towel on the bench and lays down on it. She's a small woman, and the bench is barely long enough for her to lie down. She looks over at me and says "you're such a prude - take your towel off and lay down" Well, there was room for me to lie back if I bent my knees. Natalie lay there with her eyes closed and just took in the heat. I lay there and just watched her. After about 10 minutes, she stood up and said "well, I think that's enough of that" and stood there with sweat pouring down here body - and I couldn't help but notice one drop dangling from her right nipple - I was kind of transfixed. She takes my hand and says "now the best part" and led me out of the sauna and we walked naked across the basement to the downstairs bathroom - the shower there was cozy for two, but it had one of those rain shower heads in the ceiling - we stood under that with cold water running down over us, and soaked in the refreshingly cold water. She picked up a bottle of body wash, and we proceeded to lather each other up. Needless to say, it wasn't long before I was up and ready to perform. She stroked me a couple of times and even made a comment that this was impressive for a cold shower. We dried each other off and she put my hand between her legs, and she was hot and wet. I said, "I think we ought to do something about this" and she grabbed me by my erection and led me into their rec room (in the basement). Walked me over to the sofa, and she sat down but kept me standing. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, grabbed my balls with the other, and took me in her mouth. She sucked me for about 3 or 4 minutes, then pulled away breathing hard - she pointed at the end table and said "put that on" - I guess she had put a condom on the table while I was in the sauna without her. As I did, she got on her knees on the sofa and leaned over the back saying "I want you to take me from behind" - she was so hot and wet and tight - it was pretty incredible. She came hard, and loud, and when she did she reached between her legs and grabbed by balls - which just made me explode.
We collapsed on the sofa and held on to each other. After we caught our breath, she said - "I told you that a good sauna would make you feel better!" I complemented her on her technique to care for sore muscles, and she laughed saying "I am a professional fitness instructor." She got up, walked to the laundry and put my clothes in the dryer, and came back - I figured that she'd grab a robe or a towel, but she never covered up, obviously very confident with her body. After another half hour or so, she suggests that I head back over to Jenny's, so that Jenny doesn't get suspicious (personally, I think these two are in cahoots and that there are no secrets - just a pretense of secrecy). She gets my clothes out of the dryer and as I dress, she again tells me I have a beautiful body.
Well, I'm on my way back over to Jenny's house tonight to watch the college national championship game - and since it's a late game I'm staying the night. Hopeful that Natalie will too - I do still have a little soreness to work out.
Fred