An Armchair Moment
A young man takes a seat and enjoys what she has to offer him.
Dmitri relaxed back into the luxurious armchair, watching her intently. Her slender form moved sinuously before him, her eyes locked on his. His mind swirled with thoughts of the possibilities this night presented, how lucky he was to have this woman in his life. Her body twisted and rolled rhythmically as it followed the slow progression of the music playing softly all around them. She was nearly naked, just a black lace brassiere and a matching thong concealing her small breasts and the small triangle of pubic hair above her labia. His eyes were fixed on her, following every move she made as she danced seductively for him.
He could feel himself becoming aroused. Her blonde hair swung with the motion of her head, swaying over her shoulders and caressing her back. His shorts were beginning to shift as his penis swelled within, growing firm beneath the tight fabric. He shifted his hips and placed his hands on the two arms of the chair, determined not to touch himself, despite the urges rising through his body. He breathed deeply, releasing a sigh and a long moan as he marvelled at the beauty before him, his beauty, the woman who gave him her everything.
She moved closer to him, leaning forward over him and letting her hair hang down over his face. She rolled her shoulders, causing the blonde strands to caress his cheeks and his nose, and then she descended slowly, drawing the silky curtain over his chin and down his neck. He shivered, and drew a full breath, his body rising as his lungs filled. His head rolled a little against the back of the armchair, as he felt her soft tresses brushing their way over his chest and down over his belly. He felt his thighs clench and his hips lift as her head paused over his shorts, her dexterous fingers lifting the elasticated waistband and drawing it down over his pelvis, releasing his swollen cock to the warm air in the room. He felt her breath on his shaft, and then the delicious caresses of her hair over his smooth thick glans. He grunted loudly, but kept his hands on the chair arms, his fingers pressing into the well padded fabric.
She teased him further as she tugged his underwear down over his thighs and onto the floor, her blonde locks stroking over his bare skin, down his legs and back up again, her head swaying from side to side, fanning the tips across his knees and then his thighs, and over his testes.
His thick shaft pulsed beneath her, and as she brought her hand towards it she looked up at him, catching the helpless look in his face as he watched every move she made with intense anticipation. She took a handful of her hair and wrapped it carefully around his hard cock, followed by her fingers as they gripped it and began to stroke up and down, the strands of her blonde hair rolling against his skin, as if a hundred miniscule fingers massaged his shaft up and down.
He groaned again when he heard her ask how it felt, not finding the words in his hazed brain as the sensations now coursing through his body overwhelmed his capacity for speech. She stroked long, deep strokes over his cock, and each time her hand reached the rim of his bulb, she dipped her tongue out and touched the slot in the tip where beads of precum were forming. Her hair and hand on his penis felt divine, and he leant his head back and let his eyes close as her rhythmic caresses brought him closer to his climax.
Her expert touches gradually increased in pace, and when she brought her free hand up to trail her nails over his thighs and beneath his balls, teasing his perineum and circling his ass, then rising to grip his testes tight, he clenched and shivered, the urge to cum spreading dangerously close to tipping point.
He could hold back no longer when she closed her lips around his swollen cockhead and pumped her fist faster, her hair wrapped tight around his aching shaft, and her fingers gripping his testes and squeezing them tight. She felt his hips buck and his thighs spasming as his shaft pulsed, sending a jet of cum deep into her mouth. She pulled back gripping his cock and directing it towards her face as she sat back on her haunches. His cum streamed out in long arcs, reaching over her forehead into her hair, across her cheek and down across her chest. She slowed the movement of her fist as the arcs weakened and began to form globules around her finger and thumb, oozing against his sensitive skin and lubricating her motion. She looked up at him, his chest rising nad falling deeply, his fingers still gripping the armchair, his head forward now, his lips mouthing something indistinguishable to her, which she assumed was complimentary.
She took hold of his shorts from the floor and used them to wipe his cum from her hair and face, and then from her milky breasts, before tossing them into his lap and standing up, stepping to his side and leaning down to kiss him.
He gathered himself and kissed her back, barely whispering to her as she withdrew ‘fuck, you’re incredible.’