When I decided to stop resisting (and to accept/luxuriate in/applaud..) lust during the last massage session, I planned on a one-time release of the building sexual tension before he gets married. The best laid plans.
We continue with underwear workouts except for naked days. We have dropped all pretense about our mutual desire to touch. My hands roam freely while he demonstrates exercises that I have been doing for almost two years. He returns the favor while I exercise. I hate arms work but it is the best chance to feel the contours of his chest, mold the powerful muscles of his back, cup and massage his beautiful ass and, oh yes, play with his d–k. Just stroke and feel it grow! My (temporarily) own chia pet. And what a squeezable ass. His cheeks are so firm and sculpted – my hands are drawn every time. I enjoy letting him walk down the stairs ahead of me so I can get my post-workout grope on…
Arms days are also an ideal time for him to touch me since I’m basically just standing there during sets. He caresses my ass (it’s pretty nice too), plays with my breasts and lets his talented fingers explore all over. All while standing so close behind me, I can feel his breath…and the changes in his body in response to our extracurricular activities. I am generally at a disadvantage since it takes longer to do the exercise than it does to demonstrate it but submission feels quite nice. 🙂 Each set blows by (the only thing getting blown under these circumstances — saving the tasting and savoring for the fiancée we do not acknowledge) and the workouts are now so much more pleasurable even when we debate about silly things.
Initially touching and teasing during exercise feels like enough — but after about a week I decide that one more taste would be forgivable. Just one more…
At the end of the next workout after we are dressed, I start to rub my hands along his thighs, letting my hands graze but never touch his d—k. bK doesn’t move and we converse about random things while I slide my hands inside his sweats and boxer briefs, cup his balls and begin to massage them gently. These chocolate caramel nuts don’t melt – they just distend with pleasure and fill my palms. I want those nuts bouncing rhythmically against me ASAP. Within minutes, bK’s boner is poking through his sweats and I suggest that I could put him for the team to work to lower my rent. He asks what I’m going to do for the team. Lulz.
Have condom will travel is ready and raring to go and so am I. In short order our clothes are off again (except for some reason his red tank – the only time he keeps something on besides his socks) and we are having sex on the side of my couch in front of my living room window. I hope my neighbors have better things to do this morning. If not, they might be watching bK massaging my clit gently with his left hand while clasping my rumpus with his right and entering me slowly but very fully from the back. Coordination is so nice. It’s not carnation but I’m loving it in an instant. From the moans floating over me, the feeling is mutual. I guess I’m serving frosted flakes because I brought out the tiger. It’s gr-r-reat. 🙂 I arch back against him as he moves against me and we rock towards release. A sweet breakfast treat that won’t give you diabetes.
Afterwards I commit to this being the last time and head to the office in a suspiciously good mood.