"That's so cool!" Jo marveled. "And just thinking about sex can get it up like that? So if I just dress real sexy, pow, it will stand right up?"
Owen looked Jo over. "Probably," he understated.
"That is so awesome! Here, I've got to try out some outfits for you."
Owen was impressed as Jo got right out of her catsuit. From somewhere deep in his brain he felt an impulse to pounce on her, but he subdued it, or at least tried to civilize it. He stood up, then went over to her.
She was nervoues. "What is it? Is anything wrong?"
"No, I just thought I would point out to you how handy this dresser will be that's directly behind you. It has all kinds of shelves and compartments."
"Really ... ?" Jo sighed as she permitted Owen to gently press her up against the dresser.
"Mm-hm," said Owen, pretending to concentrate on the dresser and reaching beyond her. "And there's all this space on top, say for fragrances -- " He halted. "You're wet, down there."
"Huh, I guess I am!" Jo said softly. "It's funny, the way I'm feeling right now."
"Anyhow ... " Owen reached his arms above and beyond her. "You can really spread anything you want out on top of this -- "
"OH!" Jo gasped sharply. "OH! OH! Your -- Your thing is inside me!"
Owen decided to play the moment carefully. He was after all not totally sure how or why he wanted to make the insertion, only that he had been strangely fantasizing about precisely such insertion for years.
"Oh? Well, then ... I guess I could take it out -- "
"Oh, no!" Jo was at least as firm as he was. "Oh, no, keep it in, I love it, it feels wonderful! Oh, wow, I could just stand here for an hour with you inside me ... IS anything wrong?" She grew concerned as he placed his hands on her breasts and began to probe and knead and tweak them. "Um ... haven't you seen breasts before?"
"I have," he confessed, "but there's something about yours, they're so nice and big, I like them big."
"Nnnnnhh!" Jo moaned deliciously. "I think my big breasts like you right back! I don't know what the fuck you're doing with your hands, but please don't stop -- and I'm LOVING clenching your hard thing with my vagina! Why don't we just stand like this for an hour doing this?"
That didn't sound at all bad -- and yet, Owen had a feeling that mere standing would not suffice. He wanted to move around inside Jo, nothing too fancy, perhaps a simple in and out. "I'm not sure -- but I think it will be even better if we get on that bed."
She giggled. "This is so crazy. We just met, and we're going to bed, and I don't even know your name!"
"Is my name important?" He gave her a good deep thrust.
"OH! Oh, Goddess, I guess not -- yes, please, let's get on the bed!"
(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire) |