Averse to Sex

“His strong hands slid down her shoulders and around her back as he pulled her into his body. Her nipples tightened and she wished their clothing would magically disappear leaving nothing between them but heat and skin.”

Wendy is 32, has been divorced for eight years, she is persistently averse to sexual intercourse. Her marriage left her with bad experiences with sex, she is unresponsive to sexual advances and averse to sexual intercourse. She sat on the edge of her bed with a towel wrapped around her torso. She stared at the calendar on her iPhone. She counted the days off in her head and then she did it over and over again until she tossed the phone to the floor. Her stomach dropped as she remembered it has been eight years since she last had sex with her ex-husband. She has not dated during the last eight years. A mutual friend arranged for us to meet each other, she looked at her wardrobe she needed to look sexy for her meeting. She pulled her black Nicholas textured off-the-shoulder cocktail dress off the hanger. It is sleeveless with a straight neckline with a strap detail that wrapped around her neck. It is short on her thighs and snugly fit her breasts. She wore a pair of skimpy, black lacy panties. If she leaned slightly, they would show, and Wendy thought she may use the opportunity to lean forward while with me. She gazed at herself in the mirror as she slipped on her black Giuseppe Zanotti ankle-strap stiletto heels. The silver buckle on her ankle glistened against her toned legs. She spun on the bedroom floor. She looked sexy and hoped I would think the same. Her blonde hair flowed past her shoulders and her makeup is perfectly applied. Her lips twitched at the thought of possibly wrapping them around my cock later in the evening. She missed the taste of a cock.

She drove down the streets of Dallas as night fell with the radio playing softly in the background. She feels herself becoming more aroused as they got closer to my apartment. She had not felt aroused in a long time, she tries to ignore the sensation between her legs. Traffic is surprisingly sparse and she parked in an adjacent parking garage on the fourth level. She quickly walked across the street to my high rise apartment. Wendy’s index finger with a perfectly manicured red pained nail buzzed the door and my voice erupted from the intercom, ” Hello?” ” Hello John,” Wendy spoke confidently. The door buzzed and she made her way into the lobby. She took the elevator to the 40th floor but when the door opened I stood there with no shirt on facing her. Wendy’s eyes scanned over my hairy chest while I kicked off my shoes and then she focused on my crotch as my hands moved to undo my trousers. As I slide my trousers down a long thick cock popped out and stood to attention. I see the shock and apprehension in Wendy’s eyes as she wondered whether she can go through with this. ” Hey Wendy, are you excited by what you see? Go ahead – touch my cock – get a good feeling for it, before you taste it and suck it.” I laughed at Wendy. Wendy realized that she was stuck here, she had no other option but to go along with my instructions. I obvisously knew about her marriage and her averson to sex. Hesitantly she reached out and wrapped a hand around the cock that is pointing at her. I covered her hand with mine and stroked it up and down my length a few times. I instructed her to continue stroking me as I withdrew my hand from covering hers, and moved it up to cup her exposed breasts. I caressed and fondled both tits and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Wendy’s tits and nipples are high erogenous zones for her and I wonder if she is getting stimulated by my touch.

I ask Wendy, ” So Wendy, doesn’t that feel good stroking my cock while I fondle you?” She didn’t respond. I position her, and instructed her to get on with the blowjob. Kneeling next to me, Wendy stared down at my erect cock. ” I …… I don’t know if I can do this,” she stammered. I grabbed her one hand and placed it on my cock and told her to get on with it. She started to slowly slide her hand up and down my cock. Getting impatient, I grabbed her hair and shoved her face into my lap. She is shocked by my roughness and just opened her mouth and covered the head of my cock with it. With my hand still in her hair I got her head bobbing up and down. ” That’s more like it. Now make it good – or else….!!” I took my hand out of her hair and started roughly fondling her tits. My rough kneading of her tits causing her to moan — from a mix of pain and pleasurable sensations. I’m starting to appreciate the wet sensations around my cock.