"You take me," he said, leaning back on the bed."You take me," he said, leaning back on the bed. Angie took her cue instantly, getting down on her knees and taking the shoes from his feet that were hanging over the edge of the bed. She peeled off his socks, which were still fresh (He must have taken a shower just before the party, she thought) and massaged his feet. She looked up at him, and met his eyes, and without break- ing her gaze away from his, began kissing his toes. He patted the space beside him on the bed and she was there, nestled under his arm, running her hand across his chest. The ring caught and jingled on each of his buttons, so she started unfastening them. She pulled aside his shirt and gazed at his chest. If she had seen him without a shirt this summer when he was getting this tan, she would have been dating him already. His skin was so smooth and perfect, hairless, except for a thin ring around his nipples (Why do men have them anyway? She won- dered as she ran her fingers across them one by one) and the curly wisps coming up to his navel from below his belt. His belt was her next target. She unbuckled it, unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped the fly, and slid her hands down so that she could pull down his jeans and briefs together. Fortunately he gave her a hand by putting his feet up on the bed and lifting his hips. She nearly gasped at the sight of his perfectly defined stomach muscles. How could he find time to study while he kept his body in such great shape? Throwing the pants to the floor, she looked upon what she had unveiled. From her experience, she could tell that this was a better than average cock. Men always claimed to have more, and he was certainly below some of the exaggerations she heard, but when compared to the reality, this was something special. She could wrap both of her hands around it, and still have plenty of it left to suck, which was exactly what she did. He let out a grunt, and she could feel the muscles tensing in his crotch, so she stopped. That ought to fix him, she thought, make him want me, now. It did, John grabbed her and pulled her to the bed, kissing her and stroking her tongue with his. He pinned her arms above her head, and then she realized that he was actually hooking ropes from the posts of the bed through the rings. |