Alexis Comes To Me
About Alexis:
Alexis is a twenty-three year old senior law student of mine, studying
trial advocacy. She was also an outstanding member of the law school's mock
trial advocacy team, which I coached. We came into contact with each other way
too much. I kept having this feeling that she was hanging around me more than
necessary, dropping by my office to ask odd questions or just to chat. She was
incredibly bright, a gifted student who hardly had to study to make top
ten-per-cent grades. She was also a very lovely lady, tall, statuesque, large
breasts, narrow waist, and a long mane of blond hair. Her blue eyes sparkled and
she had a ready smile with perfect white teeth.
Her only flaw was a
rather serious scar from the bridge of her nose down almost to her lip. The scar
was from an automobile accident when some twit pulled out in front of Alexis,
driving her into the on coming truck in the opposite lane. The settlement paid
for her three years of law school and a small stock portfolio. She lived at home
with her mom and dad while she was in law school. They had a close and loving
family.
Alexis was a dream come true to me, I was deeply involved in a
middle-aged crisis. Thinking about how I would never have the luscious young
things that I taught was depressing. But, I loved my wife of thirty years and
she needed me. Also, Alexis loved her boyfriend, a very nice and highly
motivated MBA type who played a lot of tennis. They planned on getting married
some day after their careers had gotten launched.
Our relationship began
with a few hugs after a trial competition, but soon developed into much more
when I screwed up enough courage to actually kiss her, after which she said,
"Oh, my God, I can't believe I kissed a married man." Things progressed rather
quickly from there, with me soon discovering that she was still a virgin and
that so was her boyfriend. They planned to stay that way until their marriage.
That sort of thing confuses me, so I just took it for what it was worth and
played by her rules. I was delighted to discover that those rules allowed oral
sex, something she absolutely adored, both giving and receiving.
Our
relationship had to be very secret, for ourselves, our loved ones, as well as
the law school, which frowned upon such things. We would meet in my private
office where we would indulge each other's interests. She had the most
incredible gift for giving oral sex. She made me feel as if she actually
worshiped my cock.
The Story:
Alexis and I finally have an
opportunity to spend some time alone together. My daughter has gone back to
school and my wife is spending a few days with her sister in Denver. I have been
left to my own devices. For various reasons, her family and boyfriend are also
off in different directions.
We have been separated by coincidence on
too many occasions these past weeks, so close, but never actually meeting, never
actually having a private moment. That has built up a level of frustration that
has fueled our emotional and sexual desires. We have built up the expectation of
meeting that has been dashed at the very last minute, over and over again.
Patience has been tried. Nerves are raw with anticipation I must have her in my
arms again. I must be able to talk to her face to face, without the company of
others.
Tonight we are free. She will come to my house where I will do my
best to seduce her. She knows this; she expects this; she wants this. I want her
as I have never wanted anyone before. I want her, not just sexually, but as a
woman to be near, to talk to, to share things together.
She comes
dressed in a little black dress, a string of pearls and little else. She looks
divine as she enters, her eyes brightly shining. Her smile broad, happy and a
touch mischievous. After a moment, we fall together into each other's arms. Our
lips meet, hungry for each other, wanting to taste each other. Her breasts are
hard against my chest, my cock is hard against her.
At last, she is in
my arms. It feels so good to hold her close to me. I kiss her eyelids and gently
lick them with my tongue. With that, I take the blindfold from my pocket and
place it over her eyes. She is delighted with this unexpected turn of
events.
Alexis has this wonderful streak of playful innocent sexuality.
Her approach to sex and pleasure is open and natural. When I ask her what she
likes, she always says, straightforwardly, "Everything". I want to please her; I
want to make her feel the intense pleasure that her body can deliver.
It
has always confused, but delighted, me that she is a virgin. I could not
understand how someone with such intense sexual desires and feelings could have
resisted the natural result of those desires. However, I am truly delighted by
this. It cloaks her with an aura of such innocence; there is nothing dirty or
crude about her feelings and desires. That is why I go to such lengths to avoid
the use of crude slang when I talk or write to or about her. To talk about a
"blowjob" would degrade the sincere loving care with which she takes me into her
mouth.
With great care and deliberateness, I slowly remove all of her
clothes. Alexis is naked before me. I admire her body. I love it. I want to
possess it with my hands and mouth and tongue and heart.
Then,
blindfolded and groping, she undresses me. She kneels before me and after some
fumbling, my pants drop to the floor and are kicked away. That is followed by my
boxers; I stand before her naked and hard. She cannot see, but she knows I am
waiting for her.
Her hands caress and tickle my legs and butt and lower
abdomen, without touching my cock. Then she takes me in both hands, stroking the
smooth, soft hardness, feeling the urgency. Alexis takes me into her mouth, a
little at first, then I am sucked completely into her. Her hands are busy
caressing my balls and tickling the crease between the cheeks of my butt and the
insides of my thighs. My legs tremble and quake as I fall down onto the couch; I
am so consumed with passion that I cannot stand. These feelings are impossible
to describe. So intense, so consuming, as she takes me in and out of her mouth.
Alexis is in complete control of me. Even with her blindfold, she is
directing my emotions. She draws this out, knowing I am helpless in her mouth
and hands. It is slow, but builds in intensity, ending in a climax that has no
equal. Afterwards, she continues to suck on me, kiss me and stroke me. She does
this with such loving care and attention. It never feels that she is just
rushing to complete an unpleasant task. She really enjoys bringing me such joy
this way. It feels so good that I may get hard again. She smiles and rests her
head in my lap.
It is now time for me to thank her for the intensely
sexual experience she has just given me, like some precious gift that has no
concrete presence, but still exists in my mind. I pull her to her feet. I am
sitting on the couch as she stands proudly and blindfolded before me. My hands
cannot leave her body, her legs, her butt, her breasts. My lips take in one
nipple as my fingers pinch the other. Her nipples are hard as I bite and suck
them. Her knees become weak and she moans. My mouth lowers to her pussy; it is
naked before me.
Alexis is a naughty girl. She has not shaved in a few
days and there is a stubble on her pussy. She will have to be punished for this.
This is a silly game we play. She likes being blindfolded and tied up. She likes
it a lot. On the table there is a thick red velvet ribbon. I tie her hands
behind her back. As I stand behind her back, her hands hold my cock. I instruct
her that she must hold my cock in her hands whenever I am behind her, or she
will be punished even more, perhaps even spanked.
For the fun of it, I
force her to walk through the house, naked, blindfolded and hands tied behind
her, holding my now erect penis. I am walking behind her, our legs moving in
sync with each other, my cock poking between her butt cheeks with each clumsy
step we take. It is so stupidly funny that we almost trip and fall laughing. She
likes to have me behind her. I secretly think shat she would like to try anal
intercourse, but we have not gotten that far yet.
It is time for me to
take charge before we get too silly. I lead her up the stairs into the bathroom
and have her stand in the tub. I turn on the water; and once it is warm, I take
the handheld shower and spray her lower body. The spray is sharp and hard and
tingly on her skin. Its feel is intensified by the fact that she is still
blindfolded. She shudders as I direct the spray at her pussy and then at her
butt.
Before she starts having too much fun, I turn off the shower.
Using my shaving brush, I begin to lather one of her legs. I know that the
feeling of the brush on her skin will delight her. I have gotten a new razor for
this, one of the new ones with three blades. The male version shaves very close
and never cuts. I have the female version for her.
Slowly, I shave her
legs. It is a very sensual experience for me. I love her legs; and I love
stroking them, from ankle to thigh. I shave up to her upper thigh. The smooth
slippery skin of her legs, after they are shaved, is so erotic that I become
incredibly hard. Now for the good parts. I have her sit on the edge of the tub,
still bound, with her legs spread, opening her pussy to me. She really enjoys
the shaving brush now, as it lathers her pussy, inner thighs and from her pussy
to her anus. I shave very carefully here. When I am finished, she is smooth,
soft and incredibly horny.
Only now do I untie her hands, but the
blindfold stays on. I take the shower and rinse off the remaining soap, paying
careful attention to spraying her pussy. She almost falls over, so I then have
her stand and bend over with her hands on the edge of the tub, her butt high in
the air. Her pussy and anus are open to me and to the spray from the shower
head. I spray her there. Those are intense feelings and she begins moaning and
gasping with an impending orgasm. But, I must be careful. After all, she is
being punished; I don't want her to be so easily satisfied. I also don't want to
be replaced by a handheld shower. And, I don't want her to fall and hurt
herself.
I stop the shower just before she reaches climax and I replace
it with my throbbing cock. As, I pull her to her feet, my cock stays trapped
between her thighs, pussy and ass. I reach around in front of her and my fingers
gently probe her lips from the front, rubbing stroking in and out of her. With
my cock probing in and out of her from the rear, it almost feels as if I am
inside of her. I stroke in and out of her. With my free hand I pinch her nipple
hard. She loves that. She is so ready that it does not take her long to come.
She moans loudly and almost shrieks with the intensity of her orgasm. I have to
hold her body up to keep her from collapsing.
I carefully and lovingly
dry her off before removing the blindfold. Then I lead her by the hand into the
guest bedroom. I pull back the covers and we get in bed and fall into each
other's arms, our bodies are warm together on the cool sheets. It is a tender
moment that I have long awaited, to actually have her in bed. So many nighttime
e-mails from her, thinking of me, as she climbed naked into her bed. We lie
together, cooing at each other. I stroke her hair and give her little kisses on
her eyes and face.
Alexis seems a little nervous about something; and I
ask if something is wrong. She assures me that nothing is wrong, but she has
been thinking a lot about something recently and has come to a concrete
decision. A twinge of panic shoots trough me. I am afraid of what she has
decided. I shouldn't be. If it was bad, she wouldn't be here with me now, but my
insecurities have taken control. My heart is sinking, I am terrified that she
will say we cannot continue our relationship.
"Roger, I want it to be
you."
"You want what?" I am eternally clueless.
"Will you to be
my first? I want you to make love to me."
I am astounded. I stumble over
words. I don't know what to say. I want her so much; but I can't hurt her, I
can't do anything to hurt her future happiness.
"Dear Alexis, are you
sure? I am so honored, but have you thought this through? I promised you that I
would never take advantage of you in a moment of passion. I can't do
that."
"Roger, I have thought this through, for a long time. I think you
know that I have. I am on the pill for my cramps, so that's not a
problem."
"Alexis, you know that's not what I'm talking about. What would
you tell Bill on your wedding night?"
She just giggles and says, "I will
just tell him the truth, well sort of."
"Are you out of your mind???" And
she goes on to explain.
"He knows that a friend of mine gave me a
vibrating dildo as a gag gift a while back. He kept teasing me about using it,
and saying that if I wasn't careful, that I might lose my virginity to a piece
of plastic and not to him. I will just confess that I was using it and got too
excited and, voila, no longer a virgin. He knows how I get. And after all, it's
the truth."
"What??? Are you kidding? You really did?"
"No. Well,
sort of no."
"What do you mean 'sort of no'? Did you use the
dildo?"
"Well, yes I wanted to try it, but I didn't go all the way in
with it. So, it's sort of true. It could be true."
"Did you like
it?"
She answers softly, "Yes."
I know what it means when she
uses that soft tone of voice. It doesn't just mean 'yes', it means a whole lot
more.
"Did you like it a lot?"
Again, she answers, still softer,
almost a whisper, "Yes, a whole lot. I really liked it a lot."
Just then,
I got this incredibly erotic mental image of her.... Well, if I was a woman, I'd
have a whole collection of them. I'd wear them out.
"And so, that's what
made you..."
Alexis finishes my sentence, "I made up my mind that I
wanted you. I made up my mind right after Bill and I met you and your wife for
drinks in New York, but I wanted to wait until the circumstances were just
right. Now they are."
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. The
young woman that I have fallen in love with has chosen me to take her virginity.
This is such an awesome responsibility. She has entrusted so much to me; I must
make it so incredibly special for her.
We have all night. We will take
our time. We kiss, softly at first, then with the hunger that has been building
for the year we have been together.
After a while, my kisses trail down
her body to her breasts. I linger there, nibbling and biting and sucking. She
gasps and lets out a low moan. It doesn't matter, no one but me can hear. After
an eternity of playing with her breasts, she is urgent for more. My lips make
their way down, across her tummy, and then down to her smooth shaven mound. It
is soft and I feel like cuddling with it. My cheeks rub against it as my tongue
explores her lips.
My tongue dives into that secret crevice of pleasure.
My hands grasp her butt, bringing her closer to me. I must have her. I must
taste her. I must bring her immense pleasure. My tongue penetrates her as she
raises her knees and spreads her legs, opening herself for me. As my tongue
licks her pussy, my hands are stroking the smooth flesh of her thighs and butt.
I am hard and urgent for sensation and satisfaction. She is warm and wet and
moaning with desire. I rise up to my knees.
I kneel before her as she
lay, spread open to me. My cock is hard and throbbing. I must have her. I must
be inside of her. I must have her surround me. Slowly I move towards her. My
cock touches her lips and she gasps in expectation of what is to come. She is so
wet that I am able to insert the very head of my penis into her without
resistance. But suddenly, she is very tight and firm around me. The ridges of
the inside of her vagina are incredible. They massage my cock like a thousand
tongues. I push and slide slowly into her. I do not want to hurt her. She is
gasping and moaning with sensual pleasure and expectation.
I meet her
barrier. This is the point of no return. I look into her eyes. I see her desire
and love and need. Softly she whispers the word, "Yes".
I push slowly
into her. As I do, she gasps deeply. There is a sharp pain; she clutches me to
her. Her eyes roll back and then close with the once-only exquisite pain of
losing her innocence. Then her eyes open wide as I fill her. The experience has
shocked her with its intensity and the fulfillment of having finally completed
this wonderfully simple but meaningful act. I am completely inside of her; she
is filled with me. We are together, joined as one. The instant of pain is gone,
but the memory of it lingers in her mind.
For a long time, I rest inside
of her, hard and with the promise of pleasure to come. Then slowly, I start
moving in and out. I pull almost completely out of her and linger, with the
ridge around the head of my cock toying with the entrance to her vagina. Then a
steady push all the way in. She gasps. I gasp. She is so tight, so completely in
contact with me. She is holding me so tightly and saying my name.
Slowly, in and out of her, sometimes teasingly, sometimes so that the
head rubs over and over that special place inside of her. She begins breathing
heavily and making short staccato moans, while bucking her hips. She is so
close. She is getting louder, faster, harder. It will be so intense. She screams
and holds me so tightly that I almost can't move. It lasts forever. Finally, her
body goes limp, her eyes closed, her face peaceful and serene. I slow, but don't
stop. Just languishing in her arms, very slowly pulling in and out of her. She
opens her eyes. They are on fire as she looks at me.
"Thank you, Roger.
That... That, I will remember forever." We kiss.
I am still hard and
moving slowly; I must not come now. I want her to come over and over. I want to
last as long as possible; I owe her a most memorable deflowering. I have been
able to control it as she came. It was incredibly hard to do, but being old
helps in that department. She once asked if I could still last an hour.
Actually, it may be easier now than when I was in my 20's. Well, I'll give it my
best shot. She may have to suffer the consequences.
Alexis Comes To Me
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