“You won’t let me do anything.” They had met the previous night in the bar of a well known Surfers Paradise hotel. A few drinks later, they had made passionate love twenty five stories up, in his unit, with the curtains open, looking over the Pacific Ocean.
She was a sophisticated looking, thirty something, attractive blond Jewish lady from London with a lovely plummy English accent, holidaying and visiting local relatives by herself. Why was it he mused, that he was invariably attracted to women with an erotic background? He had lived in Surfers for only a short time and was foot loose and fancy free when they met in the bar. As she departed after their initial encounter, they made arrangements to meet again the next night.
He was still bemused by her, ”You won’t let me do anything,” remark she had made to him, lying in bed afterwards, obviously sexually sated and satisfied, after she had orgasmed very noisily a number of times before he had. He was used to making the running and taking the initiative with women. Perhaps sophisticated Jewish ladies have more to offer than antipodean women he thought on the way to pick her up the next evening.
They dined at an Italian restaurant within walking distance of both the beach and his high rise unit. No mention was made of their passionate love making the previous night until after the main course as they sipped liqueurs and coffee.
“I was intrigued by your remark that I won’t let you do anything,” he smiled.
She returned his smile, holding his hand across the small table. “Last night was the best fuck I have had in years. You told me you were starved for it. And I believe you after your performance last night. In the past I have been used to participating a lot more though and having to turn my lover of the moment on. Hence my remark, You won’t let me do anything. It was nice that I didn’t need to do anything, though.”
Before he could ask her to enlarge on the topic, the waiter arrived with the account and made it obvious he would like them to leave so another couple could fill the table.
They strolled the short distance back to his high rise unit, enjoying the warm summer night and the breeze off the ocean, at the same time tacitly agreeing to head there without a word of discussion.
The ride in the elevator up to the 25th floor was electric as they embraced and tongue kissed each other, their hands all over each other.
After fumbling their way through his door into the living room with its panoramic view over Surfers Paradise and the ocean, he broke the silence. “Drink?”
“Just a glass of water.”
He quickly returned with the water, a glass for each of them.
She quickly swallowed almost half a glass of water and without saying a word, handed the glass back to him. His two hands each holding a glass, he was mesmerized as she started to undo his clothing. After throwing his shirt off, she undid his fly and as she pulled his trousers down, she removed them and his shoes and socks with what seemed one easy motion.
“Tonight I want to show you what I can do. Last night you wouldn’t let me do anything. Tonight I want to show you! Do you have any oil?”
“In the bathroom,” he smiled wanly.
“Show me where,” she said taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom.
“Where can I hang my dress?” she said quickly undoing it and revealing lacy white English bra and briefs, highlighting her new Surfers Paradise suntan and brown smooth skin.
Taking charge, she led him to the bedroom, hung up her dress and sat on the bed so she could see herself in the long and wide wardrobe mirror and positioned him so that he stood him in front of her.
“The rest of my clothes can stay on for a while. I want to show you what anything can mean,” she whispered sliding his briefs over his already excited cock.
She opened the bottle of oil and tipped a generous amount over his hardening cock and poured some more into her hands.
“Just stand there and enjoy,” she said fully in control, watching both herself and his reaction in the mirror. She started by squeezing his balls and digging her fingernails into his balls just enough to heighten his pleasure and then started sliding her oily hands up and down his ever hardening cock.
“When you are as big as I want you to be, I want to suck you, suck not fuck, got it,” she said her mouth almost touching his shaft, and blowing softly on it.
She had said that deliberately knowing it would excite him even further, and as she watched from close up, she was sure it had worked.
“You must be over seven inches and very thick,” she said as she pulled and slid the tip of his cock into her mouth, squeezing his balls expertly as her lips tantalized his hard cock.
“I won’t be able to take all that, but I will do my best,” she whispered teasingly, still sitting on the bed with him standing in front of her as she let him out of her mouth briefly, regaining her breath, before taking at least half his very erect cock into her mouth, and really starting to work noisily on him with her tongue and mouth.
Now her tongue and lips were telling him what she meant by, doing anything. The sensual pleasure of her lips and tongue on his cock were was heightened by the sucking noises her mouth made as she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, and then teasingly slid it out of her mouth again.
Next she rose from the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him, taking his hands in each of hers, so that their only point of contact was by their hands and her mouth swallowing his, what seemed to both of them, still growing cock.
“Your cock seems to like this,” she smiled between thrusts on it with her mouth. “I like it too, I can hardly get it into into my mouth. You really are big,” she said before swallowing as much of him as she could, and using her tongue on his throbbing cock.
“I don’t think I have ever had such an erection as this,” he gasped, barely making himself heard over her sucking noises. “You are fantastic. Don’t stop. It’s fantastic. The build up is just something.”
“We are only just beginning. I still have to show you what doing anything can mean,” she said taking her hands away from his and returning to the bed, dragging him with her.
She took his huge cock in one hand and starting sliding her very oily hand down it with as much pressure as she could, at the same time using her other hand to caress and squeeze his balls, dragging her fingernails across them. When she had a rhythm going she took just the top two inches of his cock in her mouth and sucked and tongued it while her two hands worked on his balls and shaft, creating three different sensations, all designed to turn him on like never before.
All the while he could feel himself building up to an orgasm, but she seemed to read him and kept stopping to tease him as he neared the brink.
“In a hurry are you,” she said letting go of him completely. “That won’t do at all. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Let’s heighten the enjoyment and make it last.”
With that she stepped back and stood with her back to him, so that she faced the mirror and and they could maintain eye contact.
She slowly undid her bra, watching his eyes and erection simultaneously, and rubbed her oily hands over her nipples so that they hardened as he watched. Next she slowly peeled and dropped her brief panties to the floor, still with her back to him, leaving her dressed in nothing but high heels.
“You can watch me orgasm. Stay where you are and don’t touch,” she said as she started to run her right hand over her shaved clitoris and down her crack.
“Talk to me,” she instructed, her nipples now fully erect and turning him on visually. “I am so horny in this summer weather after a cold London winter. I love my clitoris being stroked. It almost drives me insane, especially when a man with a huge erection is watching.”
“When you are finished I want to fuck your brains out. Don’t hurry though. I love watching you masturbate.”
“Do you now? I am pleased. God it is so good with you watching with your big cock ready to fuck me.”
“How close are you?”
“Very close.”
“Good, I can feel your orgasm building from here,” he said as she shuddered to a knee jerking orgasm.
“Get me some ice blocks while I recover and lie down and rest for a minute.”
By the time he returned with the ice blocks his erection had wilted.
“Rest beside me for a moment and we will start again. I love masturbating while a man with a raging erection watches. After a short rest I will show you some more of what doing anything means.”
By the time he heard her rattling the ice blocks and saw her put some in her mouth, he assumed to quench her thirst, his erection was almost lost.
He was pleasantly surprised when she started sucking his almost limp cock into her mouth and immediately thought of his recent taunt of, “When you are finished I want to fuck your brains out.”
Then he realised that she had not sucked and swallowed the ice blocks. Instead she was swirling them along his rapidly hardening cock with her tongue creating an alternate hot and cold impression.
“I stand corrected. Half an hour or so ago I boasted that that was my best ever erection. I was wrong. That ice and your tongue has given me my best ever erection.”
“Is that so? What can I do to make it even better? Perhaps I could ...,” she said leaving the question unfinished and hanging in the air and deftly inserting an ice block into her love canal.
“Try this and see how it feels,” she smiled as she mounted him. “Can you feel the ice on the tip of your cock? Can you? Tell me!”
He was barely able to murmur a reply as she exquisitely slid her smooth suntanned body up and down the full silky length of his fully engorged cock as they both watched in the mirror.
“Are you starting to get an inkling by now just what doing anything means?” she asked as she took another ice block and applied it with her left had to his balls as she expertly slid up and down his cock and squeezed him with muscles he never realised that a woman had. “Are you?”
“You really are a star performer. And you can really fuck! I won’t last much longer.”
“I think you will,” she said as she eased off of his cock and stroked his cock with a fresh ice block, causing him to wilt a little.
One of the things that doing anything means is making it last to the point of absolute ecstasy,” she smiled as she put another ice block in her mouth and starting sucking him to his full girth again. And then another ice block up her love canal and on top of him again and in full control as she expertly used her love muscles to drive him to his ultimate orgasm.
“Was that good? want some more tomorrow before I go back to London? Are you starting to understand what doing anything means.”