After that first pleasuring session from Irene, I was anxious to see if she would do more. With her help, I learned to focus on the physical sensations and not crave visual stimulation.
Irene invited me on another date and so I invited her to my house for dinner. I knew she liked seafood so I made shrimp scampi, which she loved. We were going out later but ended up kissing passionately like usual after we did the dishes together. Soon I was as erect as ever. Our bodies pressed as tightly as our lips and while I kept my hands up on her back, hers wandered to hold my butt and then one came around front to rub my cock through my pants. I felt her shiver after which she stepped back. “Poor baby, you've gotten all excited. Should we take time before we go?” Irene asked, staring at my crotch. I honestly told her I'd love it if we could but that I wanted to do for her, too. She giggled and said, “I just did. I mean you just did. I got mine when we were kissing just then. That's happened to me every time since that first time we made out. Not everyone is a slow poke like you are, mister.” Wow. We agreed that I'd get naked and lay on my bed and she would “freshen up” then join me. I felt shy and embarrassed to be laying there all naked with my penis bobbing around. After several minutes she emerged from my bathroom carrying a washcloth again and my jar of cocoa butter that I used to masturbate. Amazing how she found it so easy. Matter-of-factly Irene stayed, “Well, let's get to work. We only have an hour so promise you won't resist,” then sat on the bed next to me and continued, “I had to clean myself up because I was so wet. I'd been thinking of kissing all night at dinner, even before I came over even.” She took a big handful of the cocoa butter and liquified it in her hands such that it dripped out onto my belly. She coated my cock and balls liberally; my blonde pubes were all matted down. Like last time, she started talking about anything beginning with our church and how we needed more volunteers. Meanwhile one hand was very gently finger tapping up and down the shaft, around the head, and right on the slit at the tip. The other hand was playing around on my belly and up to my chest, spreading the cocoa butter all over. Alternating hands and motions, she kept building my urge for 20 minutes. “We better hurry up, sweetie,” Irene announced. She got up from sitting cross legged on the bed and straddled my thigh. As she sat on it, I felt warm wetness through her pants. She gripped the upper part of my penis in one fist, squeezing firmly and giving slow short strokes. She leaned to reach my nipple and played at tweaking it. With her leaned over, I had a very nice view down her top to her round breasts in the lacy bra. She caught me and said, “Now don't be looking down there. Lusting is wrong, sweetie.” With that, she moved to lay next to me. “Kiss me, love, and just enjoy all the feelings. Nothing wrong with savoring the feelings we were made to enjoy.’ Her hand on my cock took position so the thumb and forefinger were right at the ridge of the head, gently holding and moving up and down less than a half inch, creating the tender but sizzling sensations that made me crave to cum. Our mouths kissed with great passion, our breath mingling and growing more shallow and rapid. That's when I felt her groin pressing against my hip and felt the warm wetness. She was excited too. I felt her grinding on my hip, her kisses get more lusty, and then she pressed hard, her mouth froze against mine, and her hand gripped my cock hard. The feelings overwhelmed me as did the thought that she was cumming. I squirted hard and simultaneously we breathed out a groan to each other through our kiss. Unfortunately, she had no capacity to aim the jets of cum and they landed on Irene, the first reaching her hair, ear, and neck and the rest patterning down her side and arm. After we both relaxed, she giggled and told me it felt warm when it landed on her. We kissed quickly again, then scurried to the bathroom to clean her up so we could still make it to the movie. “I think I'm going to figure out how to handle the mess better. I feel like I'm going to smell like semen all night even if the spots don't show,” she commented. “But I still love making you feel good. You're such a fun toy! And wasn't it just wonderful to have just physical feelings and not need to stare at something, or look at porn, or whatever? ” Of course, it was awesome to feel her, kiss her, smell her like that. I looked forward to the next time very much. I'll write more if people like this one.
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