Two ladies innovate, to provide companionship during a pandemic emergency.
by Eva Adams. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories
Orange-pink clouds swirled amid the deepening blue sky as the sun sunk close to the horizon, but Kelly was missing the sweeping view of this Texas sunset as she navigated a path through the parking lot in her black stilettos, carrying bags of food. The food delivery was just part of the birthday gift - she was the other part.
Her heart raced from more than the steep incline from the parking lot. Kelly was heading to knock on the door and deliver a birthday fantasy to a guy she had never met.
Well, okay, technically she met Tara’s boyfriend Michael on a Zoom call a few weeks ago when they worked out this arrangement to swap places for his birthday celebration. Tara couldn’t be here since her flight was canceled due to the pandemic travel restrictions. So Kelly was delivering the birthday gift, or rather she was the birthday gift.
She was looking forward to the night more than regretting this swap, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous as her mind raced through the weeks of discussions that now led her to be standing here on the sidewalk of Michael’s condo complex in northwest Austin.
The idea, or proposition, to swap boyfriends arrived in Kelly’s inbox about six weeks ago. Tara had read her blog post, “Coping with COVID: How to Stay Close When You’re Apart.”
Kelly had written about how she and her boyfriend in Washington DC kept their long-distance relationship going during the quarantine and COVID travel restrictions - using plenty of creative video chats, among other things. Yes, it was a struggle, but they were in love and she thought maybe he could be the one. So they put in the effort to make the unusual circumstance of the pandemic as romantic as possible.
As a counselor writing a relationship column, Kelly was used to getting odd questions from readers. Sure she’d get angry responses, a crude comment here and there, and the occasional obscene request from some guy, but that was the price of being a young woman with a photo online.
The similarity of their relationships and that geography was an interesting coincidence, but even so, Kelly initially planned to just ignore the proposal. However, it didn’t stop her from using it as fodder for her Zoom call with her boyfriend that night, teasing him with the prospect of a pandemic buddy.
She had slipped her phone onto the tripod, flipped on the ring light and knelt in front of the camera as she adjusted settings and navigated to the link Mark sent.
“Perfect! On your knees just the way I like you!” Mark said as the camera joined his screen. “Did you bring the present I sent you?”
“I’m fine, and how was your day?” Kelly said, ignoring his question and looking at his delicious chest with just enough hair to be manly, tapering to his waist where the camera shot ended.
“Oh right, pretty good,” Mark said. “Yours? You look gorgeous - as always.”
“Well I got the oddest email,” Kelly said looking up through her long lashes into the camera. She had spent the time to make her eyes up the way she knew Mark liked, setting off the pale blue irises amid the smoky grey shadow.
“Do tell,” Mark said.
“Some reader, who is in your city, and believe it or not, her boyfriend is here in Austin, wrote to say her travel restriction wouldn’t allow her to fly to him to give him his special birthday present. So her solution is for me to go do her boyfriend for his birthday,”
“Well what do I get out of the deal? Can I watch? Can I do her? What does she look like? Is she hot? Does she have big tits?” Mark asked. “Wait - even more important than hot, are you actually considering this?”
“I don’t know,” Kelly said, wanting to roll her eyes at how this is all about him and he had not questioned sharing her - just if he got laid. Really?
“What don’t you know?”
“Any of it.”
“Find out more.”
“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? Some new babe to torment.”
“Of course! It’s been a long time. Don’t you miss it too?”
Kelly had to admit that she did.
“But first you,” he said. “Speaking of torment where is that toy I sent? How does it feel?”
“Don’t know yet.”
“Show me.”
Kelly turned to the bed, let her white satin robe slide off to pool on the white Sherpa rug at the end of the bed. She bent over the bed to grab the lube and plug leaving the other toys she had laid out on top of the white comforter until Mark gave further instructions.
She liked giving up control, after spending much of her days listening to problems and stopping herself from offering solutions. It satisfied a need in her that sometimes Mark took a bit too far.
She held the butt plug towards the phone. It was stainless steel about two inches in insertable length, tapered at the top, and about an inch in diameter at it widest part. The large bulb at the bottom of it led to a thin stem with the best part. A glistening brilliant red, Swarovski crystal attached to the round flange kept it from slipping in and causing a trip to the emergency room. The emergency room is the last place she wanted to visit during a pandemic, and the last thing doctors needed now was people adding to their workload.
“Nice - let me see it in,” Mark said.
“Ohh,” Kelly gasped as the cool lube pressed against her ass. She tilted it in the air, playing to the camera and pulled her cheek aside more to slide in the tip.
“Go on,” Mark said, his hand slipping below the range of his camera.
Kelly inhaled and pushed. She had read that - as counter-intuitive it might seem - that pushing down helped. Sure enough, it popped right in pressing the Swarovski crystal jewel tightly against her.
“Spread you cheeks and show it to me. I want to see the jewel.”
She did as commanded.
“Good - I wish I could spank that pert, taut ass for not having that in when you called.”
“Me too,” Kelly groaned, her face buried against her white comforter. She missed the sensation. Even more, she missed being with him, not knowing what was coming next, submitting to it anyway, trusting him.
She missed looking into his eyes, the closeness and snuggling afterwards even more. He was always fun to go out with, knew the best restaurants, what to order and where to go for live music and dancing.
“Move your ass higher so I can see your tits through your knees.”
Kelly adjusted, hearing a bottle open and then a liquid sound as she looked back, watching his hand slide over his cock.
“Now stroke your nipples like I would do.”
Kelly pulled and tweaked the rosy nubs until their hardness hung framed by her thighs as Mark continued to stroke himself.
“Yes - now turn on that bullet vibrator and hold it to your clit.”
“Ohhhh - yes, thank you,” Kelly sighed as her body melted into the vibration bringing her instantly close to the edge. She stroked two fingers down, dipping into her wetness.
“Imagine I’m there,” Mark said, breathless as his own climax neared.
“Just remember, feel me there like last time, thrusting into you from behind. That’s it. That’s it.”
Kelly’s breathing came faster as she remembered their last time together - her fingers digging into the sheets, grasping at anything as her world spun and she lost control, surrendered to wave after wave of her orgasm.
“Uhhh - oh yessss, cum with me babe. Please… cum with me,” Kelly said as her remembrance of her last orgasm with Mark turned to reality, and her hips jerked against her hand before she collapsed onto her bed as Mark shot stream after stream of pent up sperm all the way up his chest.
The next morning, Kelly took her small pot of green tea to her desk and pulled up her email as she waited for it to steep. At Mark’ urging the previous night, she had agreed to at least gather more info before figuring out some sort of polite way to tell Tara thanks, but no thanks.
However during the photo exchanges, Mark saw the attractive redhead Tara’s long legs, and no doubt imagined her sensitive skin pinkening under his touch, his cock sliding between wisps of ginger hair. Then he basically insisted Kelly make it happen.
Sure - why not? These weren’t “The best of times,” as Dickens wrote. It was the “worst of times” as he described in his classic opening lines. Everyone had spent the past several months dealing with survival and work-arounds. This was another.
And potentially it would be a much more pleasurable one.
Kelly wrote back to Tara, and said she had talked with Mark. If they could work it out to everyone’s satisfaction, they would do it. A couple of phone calls and a Zoom meeting with both couples, and they had a plan.
Tara and Kelly would swap places twice to celebrate their own birthdays and those of their boyfriends, so long as there were pandemic travel restrictions and safe sex.
It wasn’t that odd of an arrangement for Kelly. She had spent her early 20s saying yes to most ideas, men, a few women and even a three-way with a couple one summer.
This swap thrilled Mark, and Kelly was ready for this too after months of nothing but video chat.
Michael uncorked an oaky Chardonnay, put it back in the fridge to chill and then took a citronella candle and lighter to the table on the deck. Tara’s friend Kelly would be there any moment, and he hoped this was a good idea. Really when Tara’s flight was canceled he was disappointed, but never could have imagined her solution would be to send him some 26 year-old surrogate, counselor/blogger named Kelly to celebrate with him instead.
When Tara was set on an idea, she let nothing stop her. That’s one of the things he appreciated was her tenacity along with her general cheerfulness and kindness. He discovered those things later, weeks after meeting Tara at a mutual friend’s baby shower over two years ago.
Initially, however, he was mesmerized by Tara’s wavy auburn hair and killer swimmer’s body with legs that were longer than his even though at 6"3’ he was almost six inches taller than her. Best of all though, she was usually up for anything from kayaking to indulging his kinks. Last visit, before the pandemic, she trusted him to let him try anal sex for the first time. It seemed like something she’d do again, though the next day she did say she’d get him back for that.
Still, Michael, had no idea how Tara convinced Kelly to do this swap. He knew Tara was good at persuasion - both with him and in her medical sales career. But this was a feat even for her to pull off.
During the Zoom call Kelly seemed playful and fun. He could all too easily picture her roleplaying with her boyfriend Mark. And he really liked the way Kelly’s nipples pushed against the white halter she wore for most of the video chat. She lost her top toward the end of the call as part of a game they played so the two couples could get to know each other better. Her breasts were rounder than Tara’s and her rosy pink nipples were darker and puffy. His secret porn passion was puffy nipples.
Kelly was hot, but Michael really hoped this wasn’t going to mess things up with Tara later. He had already been engagement ring shopping, and no evening, no matter how fun, would be worth their relationship.
Once at the top of the sidewalk, Kelly looked beyond the condo building to the valley below and the lights from other homes glowing in the twilight and reflecting on the far away lake. Kelly lived in the city and didn’t often get out to the hills west of Austin. She took a deep breath, bit her lower lip to stifle a giggle as she thought about the contents of her shoulder bag, and rang the buzzer to Michael’s condo.
“Birthday delivery!” Kelly said as the door opened, lifting the two paper bags she was carrying. Michael stepped aside to let her in. He was almost a foot taller than her with wavy dark hair and a V-shaped chest that tapered to the belt of seersucker shorts. Tara had mentioned something about rugby when they spoke to plan the evening in more detail.
The globe light above the door highlighted Kelly’s high cheekbones and the sheerness of her ivory blouse. She licked her bottom lip and looked up at Michael trying to gage his reaction to seeing her in person as opposed to the Zoom call a few weeks ago.
Wow - Kelly looked better in real life than the video chat. He remembered her straight brown hair that brushed her shoulders. In person, her blue eyes sparkled and her breasts defied her otherwise petite body, and strained against her thin silky blouse.
“Hey - thanks. Wait - let me get those,” he said, taking the bags, but leaving the large shoulder bag that seemed to unbalance her - or maybe it was the over the top high heels. He was not complaining about those, though, or even better, the seam running up the back of the black stockings.
“Come in, come in,” Michael said leading her through the living room, putting the bags down as they walked through the kitchen. “I thought we could eat on the deck.”
Kelly’s shoes clicked on the wood floor, and she left her heavy shoulder bag with her change of clothes and other equipment for later against the shallow wall separating the dining room from the kitchen.
“What can I take?” she asked seeing plates and silverware already on the counter.
“Nothing. I’ve got this. Please come with me and enjoy the view. I think you will find it is wonderful. It’s why I took the place.” Michael said.
Michael grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge he had just opened, picked up the food bags and then followed her out the sliding glass door before turning back to fetch the dishes and utensils.
Kelly sat at the table and lit the candle before Mark returned with the plates. They dished up the Thai curry and noodles Tara ordered, and she had picked up.
Mark poured the wine and handed her a glass.
“To new experiences,” Kelly said.
“Thanks for helping me celebrate another year on the planet,” Michael said.
The view from his condo built at a high point in the small cliffs above Lake Travis was amazing. Green splotches of various trees and bushes mixed with the yellow grass, red clay soil and porch lights of the homes closer down to the lake. The sky had darkened to a grey blue with streaks of orange from the recent sunset adjoining the clouds.
Kelly took her eyes off the view to taste the food. The sauce was beyond anything Kelly could ever make herself, and manageably spicy.
“This is delicious,” Kelly said.
“Uh-Hmmm, my favorite. Tara found this place last time she visited,” Michael said.
“She tells me you’re a blogger or was it a counselor?”
“Yes - both actually. Tara and I found each other through my ‘Love in the time of COVID” post, and the rest is, well, here we are,“ she shrugged and took a sip of wine.
“So you’re a relationship expert?” he asked.
“Not so much - really a counselor trying to navigate the new normal. It requires an open mind, and a lot of patience,” thinking of her boyfriend Mark, as she stared down into the darkening valley punctuated by porch lights.
Both were quiet as Kelly finished her plate of curry.
Kelly asked about his work at a tech company, and then they discussed the challenges of family gatherings during the pandemic.
Now what? Suddenly Kelly was feeling all the awkwardness of the situation since dinner was over, but then she had an idea. Years of improv acting classes told her to always say yes, to go with it. For this to work she needed to really switch places with Tara - to be Tara. She took another long sip of wine and a deep breath.
“Hey, instead of treating me like we’re on a first date, let’s skip that. That’s not going to work being on a first date - not with the rest of what Tara has planned for our night,” she smiled with eyebrows raised.
“How about if you talk to me and treat me like I am Tara,” Kelly said. “Think of it like role playing. I’m Tara and I guess you are just you - only the you that you are with Tara. So that should be easy.”
Michael looked out at the stars starting to pop above the lake, thought of Tara. What he liked about her was her ability to surprise him after all these years. She wasn’t fearless, but she had an amazing ability to step into a situation without letting fear ground her. Sometimes she got in over her head, was too trusting, and he hoped this wasn’t one of those times.
Michael nodded and stood, pushing back his chair.
“Well in that case, would you like to dance?” Michael asked, though it wasn’t so much a question as he was already pulling back her chair, and taking her hand as she rose, flipping her shoes to the floor.
He pulled her into his arms with a sense of urgency to sway to the Kenny Chesney song playing from a speaker inside the screen door.
Kelly shivered as the silk of her blouse rippled against his arms as she folded in like she had been there before.
She rested her head against his broad chest and reached up to stroke his well-formed tricep, and then run her nails lightly down his back, reaching under his untucked shirt. She was on a mission from Tara to make sure he really celebrated his birthday, and this would be far from unpleasant.
Michael’s back felt deliciously muscular, but with enough softness to cuddle. Her stomach clenched as she snuggled in closer. Kelly smiled against his chest as she breathed in a scent of leather mixed with something else and a shudder ran down her spine.
Michael responded pulling her even tighter against him and she could feel him hardening against her stomach. She lifted her leg dragging her black stocking foot along his leg and hooked her leg around his hips, squeezing him closer. Fortunately he was holding her tightly, almost off the ground, so she no longer had to balance on her own.
Michael sighed and kissed the top of her head, and Kelly tilted her head up to kiss his neck and then capture his mouth. She could feel her face flush as his mouth opened slightly and his hand rose to her cheek as his tongue parted her lips and delved into her mouth. Kelly closed her eyes to the darkening valley below, and surrendered to the sensation. The colors swirled in her head as his tongue encircled hers.
When the kiss became too much, too intimate, she shifted, pulling away to kiss the side of his throat. Kelly was starting to feel the real challenge here. It wasn’t just role playing, she needed to figure out in the next minute how to be appropriately inappropriate with Michael.
With little time to strategize Kelly’s only thought was to avoid kissing. She needed to focus on helping him celebrate, not fall in love or lust herself.
Michael’s hands ran over the silk of her blouse, heightening her awareness of the warmth of him against the cool slickness against her skin. Kelly looked up at Michael for a sign of what he wanted next.
Michael’s eyes darkened as he easily lifted her. Kelly wrapped both legs around his waist as he carried her back indoors, through the kitchen, stopping at a wall to the open living room. He positioned her back against the wall and she gently dropped her legs to the floor. Kelly then unclasped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground.
With the cool wall providing some support for her back and weight, Kelly’s chest tingled as Michael started on the row of buttons down the front of her blouse. Her heart beat with sudden impatience. She raised her arms so he could pull off the camisole and see the delicate gold chain that ran from her belly chain up between her breasts and fastened around her neck.
“Mm,” he murmured as he followed the trail of chains with flicks of his tongue and then knelt with a finger through the strap on each hip and carefully pulled her thong over her thigh high stockings and to the floor.
Kelly felt the coolness of the air and the wall as her whole body vibrated with anticipation of his next move.
Michael crouched on the floor as he ran both hands up along her smooth inner calves then rested them on the lace stockings circling her thighs. He stroked the lace until his hands pushed against her inner thighs with gentle pressure inviting her to open her legs wider. Kelly took a step to the side, widening her stance and could feel the wetness against her inner thighs as the air hit them.
She bent her knees as Michael bent forward, his tongue burrowing until it found her clit and Kelly whimpered as shockwaves shot to the top of her head.
Michael ran his hands up, grabbing her butt and coaxing her hips forward to gain better access as his tongue danced against the core of her. Kelly groaned, running her fingers through his hair.
She sunk down to her knees to join him on the floor and tugged at the waistband of his shorts before he jumped in to peel those and his briefs off.
Kelly ran her palms up Michael’s muscular legs and grabbed his ass. Then, using that for balance she leaned down to kiss the head of his enormous cock. Her tongue lashed quick tiny strokes around the head as her small hand circled what it could of the shaft.
Michael’s hands, threaded through her hair, clenched. Tara should have warned her, okay maybe she did, but a more serious caution would have been welcomed about his size.
She attempted to pull him in deeper into her mouth as much as she could.
She could only get about half of it in her mouth without catching on her teeth.
“Oops,” she said as she felt a tooth grazed him.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “Tara does that too on occasion. One of the few downsides of having a large cock.”
Michael leaned down to retrieve the condom from his shorts pocket, grabbed her right hand with his and pulled her up to stand and led her a few feet from the dining room to the living room toward the chaise lounge in the middle of the room.
Kelly stretched her arms over the back of the chaise and put her hands on either side of the seat so she stood at almost a 90-degree angle. Her breasts now hung into Michael’s hands as he squeezed gently and kissed the back of her ear. Kelly could feel her pulse racing, pounding in her ears and let out a soft whimper. His hands glided now along the curve of her waist past the gold belly chain that remained, and came to rest on each outer thigh. Michael ran his hands slowly along the silk to rest on top lace of her stockings.
As Michael cupped a thigh in each hand and she could feel his hard cock against her butt cheeks as she slid forward until her toes just skimmed the ground. He pushed tentatively against her, still drenched from his earlier attention and nuzzled her neck.
“Yes,” she gasped, “come into me.”
He pulled away only briefly to roll on the condom before returning to her to push slowly against her now pulsing core, stretching her before stopping so she could adjust to his width and catch her breath.
At his size, she guessed he had had to develop manners to help girlfriends cope. Then he slowly withdrew, and Kelly took a deep breath before he slid back into her inch by blessedly slow inch.
Kelly reached back with one hand to grab the back of his thigh and draw him in more, and as she did, she realized how far away he was, and how careful he had been not to go all the way in yet. She coaxed him toward her and exhaled sharply as he fully impaled her, pinning her to the chaise.
A few more breaths to get used to the sensation, and Kelly opened her legs wider raising and lowering them a few inches, stifling a giggle as she thought of the wings of a butterfly - a gloriously pinned butterfly.
Michael made a sound she couldn’t distinguish as fully verbal as her laugh made a flutter of quick contractions around his cock. He withdrew half way, and plunged back in.
Kelly could feel his desire building as she rocked her hips with what little movement she had between the back of the chair and with him in so deep. Michael nuzzled her neck now thrusting deeply, slowly and rhythmically.
Yum she thought. The perfect all consuming slowness, depth and steadiness combined into a tempo she could get lost in and reborn on the other side. She sighed and let herself drift into the rhythm beyond speech or thought.
Minutes later Kelly opened her eyes slightly as the thrusting grew sharper at the end of each stroke, and more urgent. Kelly stretched her legs and tilted her pelvic bone now digging into the padded chair back, the pressure making her breath catch as she felt a slow roll of contractions travel from the base of her spine to the top of her head setting off a chain of involuntary muscle spasms as her orgasm started a slow roll of contractions.
The contractions sent Michael over the edge. With one last deep thrust he filled the condom to nearly overflowing, and then collapsed, adding his weight to hers on the chaise.
Kelly sighed feeling the warmth, and wetness shifting within her. She shivered, swimming in the exquisite sensation of his body enveloping nearly every inch of hers outside, contrasted with the movement inside as his cock slowly softened. Her head felt like bones had moved to create more space, and she could feel her pulse in her ears as the pounding slowed.
Michael kissed the top of her ear, the top of her head and slowly pulled out and stood up. He carefully rolled the condom off, not spilling a drop. Then he picked up his boxers to dry himself off a bit, and tossed them back to the floor.
“More wine?” he asked, using the trip to the kitchen to toss the condom.
“Oh yeah!” Kelly said.
Michael sauntered to the kitchen to retrieve the bottle from the fridge as she admired his mighty, fine ass.
Maybe a slight problem since his butt was really sexier than Mark’s, and she was an ass girl. Hmmm.
He refilled their glasses and raised his.
“To improvising during the pandemic,” he said.
“And your next year on the planet,” Kelly said. “Speaking of which, I still need to deliver your birthday gift from Tara.”
“What was that?” Michael asked gesturing toward the chaise with his glass.
“You could call this the warm-up act, or taking the edge off - your pick,” Kelly said.
“So what’s Part 2?” Michael asked.
“You’ll see,” Kelly said. “Well, actually you won’t. You’ll be blindfolded, birthday boy.” She smiled and met his eyes, not sure whether what she saw was more worried or intrigued.
“Think of this as halftime, or perhaps refueling. I brought cake!” she said.
Kelly reached into one of the bags on the kitchen counter and took the lid off the chocolate cake and fumbled for the lone candle and matches. It was three times the size of most birthday candles with a rounded bottom like a taper, but not quite the size and shape for a candlestick.
The dark chocolate icing was dotted with strawberries with “Happy Birthday Michael” written in red icing. She inserted the candle into the dot of the letter ‘i” and lit it.
“Tara wants you to make a wish for the year ahead and one for your raincheck birthday celebration with her,” Kelly said.
Michael blew out the candle and she raised an icing dipped strawberry to his lips which he took and then nibbled her finger. She drew her finger along his lips and then turned to cut the cake and fed him his slice of cake bite by bite. When done, she leaned forward to half kiss, half lick a dot of chocolate near his chin.
A half an hour and a glass of wine later, Kelly went to her large shoulder bag on the dining room floor, retrieved the blindfold, and tossed it at Michael as she headed for the bathroom with the bag. She raised her eyes pointing left into the hallway.
“Actually, first door on the right,” Michael said.
“Wait a couple minutes, take a few more sips of that wonderful wine, and put that on,” Kelly called from the hallway. “I’ll be out in five.”
The wine was working and the blindfold would help. She was hoping it would make her less self-conscious about following Tara’s directions for the rest of his celebration. She unhooked the chain around her waist, tossing that into a pocket of her bag,
Kelly then rifled though it and pulled out a red leather harness that she had fit for her hips and legs prior to leaving her own house earlier. She untangled it, put her legs through the straps, pulled it up and fastened it around her waist.
She took the small realistic looking dildo from the white silky drawstring bag it came with and secured it through the ring of the harness and turned to the side in the bathroom mirror, giggling a bit at her reflection.
As her thoughts fast-forwarded to how this scene would unfold, Kelly had a flash of understanding why her boyfriend Mark liked being the one on the control side of things. In addition to swapping partners, she was getting to swap roles for an evening. While Mark didn’t bring out this more dominant side of her, Michael didn’t know her, so there was freedom to be anything - to do anything tonight.
Kelly’s heart pounded more than when she was in the parking lot with an even mix of nerves and anticipation. But she knew she could do this - wanted to do this.
She took a deep breath, exhaled, and walked out wearing only the harness and the stockings, carrying the items she would use later. But she turned too sharply as she flipped the bag back on her shoulder, and the dildo hit the wall with a thwack.
“Everything okay?” Michael called.
“Yes, all under control,” Kelly said, returning to put down the bag in the dining room and seeing Michael had followed orders. Kelly stopped to enjoy the sight of him in the dim light - the strength of his delicious muscles contrasted with the passivity induced by the blindfold.
She circled behind Michael’s dining room chair and massaged his wide shoulders and brushed his hair back so she could kiss the top of his ear, her breasts pressed against his upper back.
“Can you stand up?” she whispered against his ear and then moved out of the way.
Michael pushed against the table and stood up, and she led him back toward the other shorter end of the armless chaise.
“Kneel please,” she said, and he did a short distance from the end of the chair. Kelly circled around to the end of the chaise, and sat facing him. She leaned toward him to kiss his neck, bit slightly where the taunt muscle connected to his shoulder and then trailed kisses past his chest, down his stomach and to his resting cock.
Perfect, Kelly thought, as she wanted to feel it come to life in her mouth. She gently slid all of him in her mouth and waited seconds later as his cock unfurled into her cheek and she was forced to open her mouth wide as it grew to its full size. She was back to just having him halfway in, but she did her best and he started to meet her mouth with slight thrusts.
“Next time,” she thought. “If there is a next time I’m going to get this thing down my throat balls deep.”
Kelly ran her hands down the outside of his rock hard quads as she withdrew her mouth, scooted back from the chair and stood to walk behind Michael.
“Now would the birthday boy lean forward on his elbows?” she said.
Michael did as he was told and waited without moving.
Michael couldn’t see between the now semidarkness of the room and the blindfold. His could feel his heartbeat and his cock pulse in time anticipating what Kelly would do next.
Her left arm trailed from his shoulder down his back before moving to massage his gluts.
As she leaned over, something hard brushed his inner thigh, causing an involuntary twitch. What was that? he wondered.
“Can you tilt your hips up,” Kelly said. “Good.”
Kelly kissed his lower back tonguing a sensitive spot around his last vertebrae.
The sensation of fire and vibration raced up his spine and he marveled something so innocuous could stir so much. Maybe it was the blindfold, which heighted sounds and touch.
Wait no, he thought as her tongue briefly darted into the very top crevice of his cheeks, but he made no motion to stop her, and soon he felt her and the heat coming from her legs retreat.
He heard a squishy sound and then felt what he hoped was Kelly’s finger probing the pucker of his ass.
“Now, just relax and breathe,” Kelly said.
Michael jerked slightly, surprised by the sensation.
“Keep your hips tilted. She reached around with her other hand to caress the side of his chest down to his quads, but could feel Michael was still hard as she navigated between his left and right quad.
Michael’s shoulders grew more relaxed as she kissed across them. Kelly slowly withdrew her finger and stroked his lower back.
He heard a similar sound, felt her finger again with more liquid, presumably lube and then it was replaced with something wider. Fortunately it didn’t have a fingernail.
Kelly saw that she was on target and she was fully centered on his opening, and said, “Now lean back like you’re going to sit on my lap.” She guided his hips, but let him control the depth.
“Huuhhhh,” Michael groaned as he slid back slowly, obeying her latest request.
He slid down farther and paused before taking a breath and pressing down more until it slid all the way into him,
Once they were joined, Kelly coaxed his hips forward so they could slowly lean together over the chaise. With his chest resting on the velvety cushion, she began to move slowly, really just an inch or two back and forth.
Michael groaned, and Kelly hoped it was a good kind. She didn’t want to ask or speak now. She wanted him fully in sensation - not his head. She sped up slightly and leaned forward so her breasts grazed his back as she moved.
“Fuck!” he moaned, as the curved tip grazed near his prostate, a guy’s G-spot. “Wow - this feels amazing.”
“That is the point,” Kelly said, relieved for some feedback.
Kelly continued rocking back and forth.
With Kelly’s weight now partly on Michael’s back, she was able to slide her right hand around to grasp his erection, touching the wetness of the tip and spreading his pre cum along the shaft. She moved her hand down to her own sex and then back to his cock, spreading even more slickness to it.
Michael pressed harder against her now.
Kelly took that as a challenge to edge him beyond silence. She moved her hands to his hips forcing him up and down deeper, matched her hand motions to her harness thrusts and listened, as his breathing grew more intense. She then matched the thrusts to his breathing.
“Yes” she growled in his ear as her hand pumped more urgently. She could feel his balls drawing up, and she doubted that the tip of Michael’s huge, mushroom head could get any more engorged.
Michael’s breathing turned to pants until he exploded against her hand, shooting a surprisingly large amount of cum across the carpet, hitting his coffee table.
Leaves rustled in the breeze through the open patio screen and Kelly heard faint jazz music in the distance.
After a deep breath, Michael turned his head to rest his cheekbone against the cushion too.
Kelly leaned forward to embrace his back, resting while their muscles relaxed and breathing returned to normal. She ruffled his hair with her hand as she slid the blindfold off and Michael smiled, eyes still closed.
After a few minutes of stroking his back, Kelly withdrew to the bathroom to clean up, leaving Michael to further recuperate.
Kelly emerged from the bathroom wearing a thin silky wrap dress she brought, but left it unwrapped with ties dangling amid the open front, so she wouldn’t be overly dressed compared to him. She handed Michael a warm washcloth and a robe she found on a hook in the bathroom, and turned to let him clean up, while she retrieved her heels and other items scattered around the condo.
When she finished, Michael was sitting on the floor next to the chaise; his cheeks were flushed pink, and breathing now fully back to normal.
“Good?” Kelly asked, kneeling down beside him.
“Very,” Michael said.
She leaned over and kissed the top of his forehead near his hairline and stroked his shoulder. “Happy Birthday.”
“So this was Tara’s idea?” Michael asked as he stood. Kelly grabbed her bags and they walked together toward the front door.
“All of it,” Kelly said, winking. “So any complaints, take them up with her.” She laughed.
Michael smiled as they stood at the door and Kelly wrapped and tied her dress and slipped into the flat ballet slipper shoes she brought for comfort.
“No complaints, ” he said. “Seriously, thanks.”
“My birthday is in October by the way. I’m thinking pirate themed with costumes. You’d be up for that, right?” Kelly called over her shoulder as she turned to step onto the sidewalk at the front door to the building and then made room for Michael to join her.
“If we’re still on travel restriction with the pandemic, absolutely,” Michael said, smiling broadly.
“Happy birthday, Michael,” she said meeting his smile and gaze.
Michael opened his arms for a hug goodbye, and Kelly stepped in, hearing and feeling his heartbeat as it slowed, while he pressed his lips to the top of her head.
(More to come as Tara and Mark celebrate the next birthday.)
by Eva Adams, for Literotica
