I couldn't take my eyes off the guy's hands!
I can't believe I'm writing this; I'm still very wet thinking of my experience today at my son's school. I went for a conference to discuss his progress with his teacher. Mr Scott, as I'll call him, is a broad, hunky guy; obviously athletic and, as I learned from my son, is also the track coach. He's still in his 20s, married and a new dad I also learned. I'm happily married with a great sex life, but my eyes and thoughts definitely wandered as I beheld his beautiful and masculine presence.
If it helps you imagine, I'd guess him to be about 6'2', and, with his blue eyes, long blond hair parted in the middle and rounded pecs pushing against his sweater (with nothing underneath, I noted), I must say he reminded me of Tarzan. The whole loin cloth, wild man thing can be a bit of a fantasy, but it was his hands that did me in. They were so massive! Wide, thick and veiny. I couldn't keep me eyes off them and began to imagine how they'd feel squeezing and caressing my body. How they were massive enough to cup my entire pussy and how each thick finger could penetrate my swelling labia while his thumb caressed my clit. My nipples actually hardened as I imagined the feel of his hands rubbing across my clit. (I wonder if he noticed?).
I tried to intelligently discuss my son's academic process, but my thoughts went back to his hand which I envisioned rubbing faster and faster across my clit while his mouth took turns sucking on my nipples. How I imagined I'd moan and gasp as those huge hands brought me to orgasm after writing orgasm.
I can't remember a thing he or I said, but I remember every beautiful inch of those hands. When I returned home, I was able to steal some private time in my bathroom before dinner to bring myself to orgasm after writhing orgasm -- at the hands of Mr. Scott.