(Hi guys! One of my lovers said he enjoyed reading my stories so much that he decided he wanted to write up the story of how we became, well, intimate friends. It was pretty accurate, except he doesn’t give himself enough credit, I remember it lasting longer than his write up. It was hot, no doubt. Hope you enjoy.)
I was attracted to Dolly right away. The other guys I worked with in the media were attracted to her also. So were a lot of the women, and not just the lesbians. Dolly was sexy enough to make a person switch orientation–or at least experiment like hell try to switch, if that’s what it took to be intimate with Dolly. Dolly was the hottest tennis player I’d ever experienced on tour. In hindsight, makes me laugh that Anna Kournikova was considered a big deal. And I do want to give props to Caroline Wozniacki, who really shines in the last two years’ Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issues. But no, Dolly is the all timer. Shit that woman if just sex personified.
Dolly has a beautiful face, perfectly proportioned. Big blue eyes, lovely nose and an amazing mouth. Full lips stretching from one side of her face to the other. Dazzling smile full of perfect teeth.
And Dolly often smiled, and all of us who worked in the media had a crush on her.
The rest of Dolly was gorgeous as well. She was built sexy and solid. Athletic hips that legs great during her ground strokes and while stepping up to the baseline to hit one of her smashing serves, but sexy at all times, like you just wanted to see her in a bikini or lingerie to appreciate how feminine that powerful built for sex body was. And don’t get me started on her butt. I laugh now looking back when I wondered, “gosh, wouldn’t it be great if the sexy broad attached to that ass liked anal sex?” I know, right? Duh, hello! No woman so perfectly brings to light why anal sex is such a turn-on until you see Dolly. My dick screaming to me, “please, can I go in there? Yes, yes, the back door, there too, please, I just know it’ll feel amazing inside her from that end, too.” You know, if dicks could talk.
The rest? The blonde hair, the tan, the toned, well defined muscles in her arms, square shoulders that were still all woman, but just basically “fitness model” type looks. That overall glow. Poster girl for “fit is the new sexy”, except that she was the old sexy, too, and every other definition of sexy.
I forget what excuse I made to hang out with Dolly, but it worked. Thank God!
We had a few drinks, she didn’t have any matches left in that tournament, she’d done well so even if she hadn’t gotten to the finals or lifted the trophy, it was a fortnight worth celebrating. And then it got late. Finally we ended up back at my place, the cottage I rented and by this point the colleague I rented it with to split expenses had already left town to head to Newport, where the next tournament was being held for the men, where he was sleeping with the society trophy wife of some old-monied heir. Great thing about some of the classic world capitals where tennis is still important, the old aristocratic money and well maintained cougars who live the life. While us types in the media, well, the lucky ones anyway, we provide services.
Would Dolly need my service? Young, lean, fit, gorgeous, there were conflicting stories about whether she’d actually been in some beauty pageants, or done modeling, before the tour, but now that she was a ranked player, she got plenty of attention. And I was on the short, fortunate list of guys in whom she’d confide and hang out with. Could I make it from the “friend zone” to her list of fuck buddies?
Oh she’d confessed to me there was a list. I knew a few, was shocked to find out a couple others, and got hard-ons when she’d give capsule summaries of the extent of her sexual history with some of these guys. And those two gals.
We made it into the master bedroom of my rental cottage, which I had claimed over my now-departed rental buddy (“you’re not going to be here much, let’s face it, you’ll be out hooking up nightly” I told him. “You’re probably right” he conceded and then he took the smaller of the two bedrooms). We were lying on the bed next to each other. I wanted to show her some candid photos she might like, and we were tipsy enough that she believed me when I told her she’d be most comfortable looking at the photos while lying on her stomach on the bed.
I remember getting that butterfly feeling in my stomach wanting to kiss Dolly. I wanted to so bad and I had consumed just enough alcohol to think (or was I hoping instead of thinking?) she wanted me too, so finally I just stopped talking and turned to look at her. Dolly looked back at me, gave me that Dolly smile, and at the same time we leaned in and kissed. At first it was gentle and exploring.
But our hands began to wander over one others’ bodies and we heated up. Our kisses grew more intense. She sucked on my tongue and I bit her lip.
Dolly moved things along first. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her fingers across my chest. I rubbed her breasts through her shirt and then began to rub her pussy through her jeans. A hint of musk and lust was in the air.
My cock was hard. So hard it hurt. When she unzipped my fly and her soft cool hands gripped it I moaned. What a feeling. “Oh God Dolly, the way you touch me…”
Dolly grinned, “I’m going to make you feel do good,” she told me, and I believed her.
She jacked my cock and I rubbed her through her jeans. “I’m shaved baby smooth for you,” Dolly purred. For me? I wasn’t going to argue with her, though I suspected I was not the intended recipient when Dolly made her sex hairless. Her sweet smooth pussy was so wet it soaked through her pants.
I stopped to remove my clothes. As I pulled off my pants and shirt she peeled off her top layer. Then she looked at me and raised her hips. What a moment. I took her pants and pulled them down. The lust in her eyes as I pulled them off her feet made my cock pulse. She raised her hips again, this time so I could remove her panties. I peeled them down to reveal a That beautiful hairless sex target she’d promised. She lay before me naked, legs slightly spread. I roughly pushed them apart and began to lick her pussy.
She was already wet and her pussy swollen and ready to be filled. I licked her from her clit down. The taste was wonderful. Sweet, slightly musky, and richly unique. She gasped as I licked. I reached my hands up to hers and we interclasped our fingers. My tongue worked around her swollen clit. I flicked it. I rubbed it hard. I moved up and down her labia. I thrust my tongue into her and fucked Dolly with it as she writhed, moaned and convulsed. Her breathing quickened and she gripped my hands harder. I slowed down and began to tease her.
Suddenly Dolly sat up, releasing my hands. I kissed my way up her body, pausing to suck on her small but firm breasts. She grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me hard. We stayed that way for a moment. Kneeling together naked, sucking each other’s tongues and explore each other’s mouths. I reached around and caressed her back and clutched her tight, sexy fuckable butt.
She broke the kiss and moved down to take my cock in her mouth. Never had I experienced a feeling like her full lips kissing my cock head and then engulfing the shaft. Her mouth was like silk—warm silk. She took me all the way in her mouth and began to suck on me, bobbing her head up and down. I was still kneeling, watching her suck my cock. I admired her body. The triangle of her shoulders, narrowing at the waist and curving out into that luscious ass. I wanted to fuck her. No, I needed to fuck her.
So I made it my turn, and abruptly pulled her up and kissed her, tasting my essence on her lips, getting even harder that my mouth was feasting on the mouth that had given such pleasure to my cock. Again we crushed our mouths together, I was almost mad with pent-up desire. I pushed her back and reached to the night stand for a condom. As I rolled it down my cock slick with her saliva I looked into Dolly’s eyes. Dolly smiled back at me lustily and spread her legs wide for me. “Take me, I’m yours, make me cum, make me yours….”
How I didn’t simply cum from hearing her hiss those sexy words to me I still don’t know.
I knelt between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet love tunnel. She closed her eyes and moaned various forms of “yes”, “uh huh”, and “mmm, God, yes, right there”. My cock throbbed, aching to enter her. I positioned it at her wet opening and leaned forward onto her. As my cock slid into Dolly Jewel for the first time, I lay on her and looked into her eyes again. She returned my gaze as I filled her. We lay like that for a moment, too enraptured to move. We were one and we stared into each other. I wanted to be sexually connected to her forever. It’s never been that amazing since, with anyone else. Oh why can’t she be mine and mine alone!?
I began to slowly fuck her and wrapped my arms around Dolly and oh my God she is amazing. I buried my face in her neck and breathed her scent in. Her hips rose to meet my thrusts and she ground her clit against me. So responsive, just perfect sex, yeah, just perfect.
Our pace quickened, and we were fucking each other for all we were worth. Our mouths met again and we kissed more tenderly. Her glorious pussy gripped my cock tightly, my God the inner muscle control she has! We clung to one another, eyes half closed, lost in the sensation and rhythm of the fuck.
I could feel my orgasm approach and whispered: “are you close? I want to come with you, I can’t hold out.”
She licked her lips and nodded and we quickened the pace. Her nails dug into my back and I moved my hands down her back to clutch her delicious ass, and I knew I’d have to fuck that ass sometime but wasn’t going to get to go there that day. I drove into her and Dolly met me thrust for thrust. Her amazing legs, gripping my body, pulling me in, my God, sensing every nuance of movement, this was a symphony of sexual stimulation. And we’d reached the crescendo.
“I’m coming,” she gasped.
I felt my balls contract and began to cum as I felt her vagina convulse around my cock. Together our orgasms seemed to melt into one another and we clutched one another as if to let go would mean the end of life itself. I emptied squirt after squirt of cum into the condom and I felt her juices soak my balls.
As the orgasm subsided, we relaxed into one another. I felt my weight pressing her down and our mouths met again. Kisses flowed into one another. Dolly wrapped her legs around me tightly to keep me in her, and on her. We gazed at one another, drunk with what we had just done.
Of course we had to eventually let go. Of course real life began to intrude. But I will never forget the intensity of that sexual experience, nor the connection made between our mouths and between our eyes that evening. This connection links us still even though we don’t get together nearly as often as I wish. Oh look, the tennis tour is at the Hard Rock Stadium this week, both the men’s tour and the women’s tour. Sigh. Well, even though Dolly is no longer on the tour, I am in her neighborhood, South Florida….
THE END
Purely fictional fantasy for your reading pleasure! Enjoy!