Joggers

Puffing loudly, I run through the Haagse bos. In my memory, running was a lot easier. Fortunately I see a bench where I can rest. Hang in there, Kat, I tell myself. Panting, sweating and with a big grin I reach the bench. Fetched! I put my hands against the backrest and start stretching. Out of the corner of my eye I see another jogger connecting. I stand up straight, put my leg on the bench and stretch my calves. My eyes wander towards the jogger. He doesn't look bad. Gray sweatpants, black sweater. An older man, but I like that. With my 25 years it is therefore not easy to find a nice date. Many men treat me like they are my father. Or they are already married. I surreptitiously look at the man's hands. No rings. That already offers a great opportunity.

I smile sweetly at him. He smiles back. I keep looking at him and my smile turns flirtatious. He's a really handsome man. Hi he says, Having a nice run?. What a sultry voice, I think to myself. I want to hear more about that. It's been a while. Glad I can catch my breath I reply. His gaze skims over me but ends up at my eyes again. What a gentleman, most men unabashedly stare at my breasts. I already feel a tickle, low in my stomach. I'm sure I'm already wet, and not just from sweat I say I'm in need of a cup of coffee. Does he happen to live nearby? He grins and says I can run with him. I hook my arm through his. On to the coffee then.

We walk arm in arm through the forest, silent. Looking at each other every now and then. After a few minutes you reach a row of houses. He looks at me and stops walking. This is where I live, he says, pointing to a front door. He fishes a key out of his pants and opens the door. Standing in the doorway, he holds out a hand to me. Watch out for the step. I take the hand but don't let go as I walk inside. The door closes. I turn to him. His hand in mine, I squeeze it. Then I bring that hand towards my breasts. Lay him there, press his hand against my breasts. I lean into him. His back against the door, he has nowhere to go. I push my hips against his. His breathing quickens and I watch his pupils dilate. He smiles a little and then looks at me again, with a serious look. What beautiful eyes. So coffee? he asks. I laugh softly, hear that my voice is a bit hoarse. I bite my lower lip, tilting my head. You won't get rid of me that easily I tell him. I kiss him gently on the neck. I have to stand on my toes to reach it, he is a lot taller than me. He groans and tilts his head back. Playfully I run my tongue along his neck. I end up at his earlobe, where I nibble gently. Another moan escapes his lips. This was not quite what I had in mind he says. I stop nibbling and look at him. Did I misunderstand this? Do you want me to stop? I ask him. He looks at me. His pupils are gigantic, his pants are tight around his crotch. He doesn't answer, but raises his hand to my face. He puts his index finger under my chin, his thumb on my lower lip. He gently rubs that thumb back and forth on the edge of my lip. This excites me even more. I feel my eyes slowly closing and my back arching. I want more. So much more. He leans forward and puts his face right in front of mine. I thought you wanted to meet, he whispers. I'd like to get acquainted. Getting to know every inch of this hot body I'm leaning against. I hear him chuckle. A smile comes to my lips. Involuntarily I pressed my hips against him again. He understands very well how my body reacts to him. He plays with me and enjoys it a lot. I lean in to kiss him. His fingers tighten their grip on my chin and he stops me. no no, let's get acquainted first he says.

He gently pushes me away and turns me around. With his chest against my back, he walks me down the hall and into the living room. There is a large sofa. I can lean against that while he takes me from behind, I think immediately. I walk over to it, put one knee on the armrest and pull it against me. I hear his breathing in my ear. I tilt my head and guide my neck to his lips. Those warm, slightly parted lips. They kiss my neck from my shoulder to my ear. Then he gently licks my earlobe. A shiver of pleasure runs through me. I push my buttocks back against his crotch. Then I bring my hands to the bottom of my shirt and pull it off. I feel his hands slide down my back. They caress my skin just above the edge of my pants. Then his hands slide up and he unclips my sports bra. What a wonderful feeling. I let the thing fall to the floor with a sigh. When I want to turn around afterwards, he stops me. He pins me against the couch. I feel his erection against my lower back. My hands slide towards it. He stops me, catches my hands behind my now arched back. My breasts protrude, I am powerless. In one hand he has caught my wrists, his other hand caresses my belly. Circles around my navel, getting bigger and bigger until it reaches the bottom of my breasts. I want to be touched so bad, but he avoids those places. I wiggle back and forth. He chuckles and pushes me even further against the couch. My legs are now spread wide, left leg on the railing and my right on the floor. My hips are pressed against the seat. The backrest reaches down to my stomach. I really can't go anywhere now. He caresses my back and his hand drops to my buttocks. He shifts so that one buttock is exposed. He slaps it gently, and the feeling sparks another wave of excitement.

KLATS then sounds the sound of a hard tap on my buttock. I startle for a moment. Will I be spanked? I try to pull my hands free, but I have nowhere to go. I protest but he won't let me go. KLATS, I get hit again. Actually, it's nice. I laugh and push my butt against his hand, which is now making massaging circles. Then he brings his hand to my breasts and massages my nipple. He gently rolls my nipple between thumb and forefinger. His breath strokes my naked skin. I'm ready for him and I want so bad. I moan loudly at the pleasure his fingers bring to my nipple. Then he squeezes my nipple hard. The pain shoots through me. From my chest all the way down to that one sweet spot. His fingers are now massaging my sensitive nipple. Although I'm not normally into this, a new shiver of pleasure ripples through me. Do you like this, girl? he asks. His deep, sensual voice sounds very close to my ear. His breath slips down my neck as he talks. I move my hips again and press my butt against him. His hands slide over my stomach, under my pants and to my clit. Gently his fingers caress me there. His middle finger slides through my slit. This feels so good. I start shaking in my legs. I feel an orgasm building. Then he holds his fingers still.

No! I am almost there. Protesting sounds come from my throat. He chuckles. The pressure of his fingers on my clit, my hands behind my back, and his breath on my neck make it impossible for me to think clearly. And another moan escapes from my throat. I want him to move on, make me come and then fuck me hard right here on the couch. please I whisper. His fingers begin to move again. The pressure of his fingers increases, the circles he makes become smaller and more intense. I can't keep my hips still and move along. There, oh yes, there. Then I explode, deep down all my muscles contract and a wave of pleasure washes over me. His fingers keep moving mercilessly and wave after wave follows, until I can't take it anymore. please I beg. please. I don't know what I'm begging for, but he seems to know exactly what I want. This seems like enough introduction for now, he whispers in my ear.

My wrists are freed and I fall forward, my torso over the side of the couch. He brings my legs together and slides my pants over my buttocks. Even further, up to my ankles, and then I'm naked in front of him. I feel movement behind me. Then I feel his hands on me again. His hips are touching mine, he's undressed too. His erection presses against my buttocks. I stand up a bit, put my hands on the couch in front of my chest. I want you inside me I whisper. He chuckles. His hands slide over my buttocks to my pussy. Slowly he slides two fingers into me. You are so wet he whispers. His rapid breathing tells me how excited he is. His fingers move quietly inside me. I want more, I want everything. I move my hips back more. please I whisper again. His fingers disappear and then I feel his erection pressing against me. Teasingly he slides a few times from top to bottom through my slit. Then he puts pressure and slowly slides into me a little. Do you want this? he whispers? Yes I moan out. It's been a long time for me and he's well hung. I feel myself being stretched quite a bit. My god, this feels good. I push my hips back and feel him slide further into me. He's half way through now and I have to get used to the feeling. He stops, caressing my back, my arms and my shoulders. Little soft kisses float down my neck. Then his hands slide to my hips and he grabs them tightly. With his fingers he kneads the sensitive flesh and gently moves me back and forth. I can feel his hard cock sliding little bits back and forth inside me. I push my hips further back to feel him all inside me. But he stops me. Is this what you want? he whispers. Yes! I moan loudly.

In one fluid movement he pushes into me. Holds still for a moment and growls softly with pleasure. This is the biggest cock I've ever had inside me and it feels great. Then he starts to move, quietly at first but getting faster and faster. I arch my back to feel him even deeper inside me. With his hands still on my hips, he pushes me against the couch. With every thrust, his hips smack against my buttocks. I feel how my pussy fluid starts to run down my thighs, that's how soaking wet I am for him. He picks up the pace and every punch is now hard and deep. I feel my abdomen start to contract again. The rough fabric of the couch slides down my clit with every thrust. His cock touches a spot inside me that builds more pressure with every thrust. I can't keep this up for much longer. I feel my pussy start to contract. I hug him with all my strength. My hips, back, neck, everything tightens and then the discharge comes. Fireworks explode before my eyes and wave after wave of pleasure ripples through my body. My legs give way and he catches me, holding me tight. With gentle thrusts he continues to fuck me until the last shock has been drained from my body.

Then he pulls out of me. He picks me up in his arms, walks around the couch and gently lays me down. He lays down on top of me, between my legs. Do you want to continue, girl? he asks. Without answering, I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him towards me. He chuckles again and says I'll take that as a yes. Leaning on his arms, he searches for my opening with his hips. And then he slides back into me, excruciatingly slowly. He fills me up completely again and I immediately feel how the tension starts to build again. Slowly he slides in and out of me, giving me time to recover. I look at his gray eyes, his brown hair and the lines on his forehead. I take in all the details of this face, of this man who makes me enjoy myself so much. Then I close my eyes and focus on feeling him on me, him inside me. I move my hips with it, welcoming every thrust. He builds up the pace again. I arch my back, raise my hips higher and higher against him. I feel the next orgasm building inside me. He puts his forehead against my neck, breathing harder and harder. All his muscles are tense. My hands slide down his back to his buttocks, pushing him against me even more. I'm almost there he moans against my neck. yes, yes, come inside me. I want to feel you enter me I whisper back. A growl escapes his throat. His hands, clenched into fists, are on either side of my hips. They hold me tight as his hips pound into me. His face shifts, he sinks his teeth into my shoulders. The primal instinct is released in him and I cling to him.

He mercilessly rams into me over and over again. It feels so good. I'm about to come, feel my muscles tense and clasp him. Deep inside I feel him getting even fatter, wanting to get even deeper into me. And then I fall over the edge and an orgasm washes over me. Squeals of pleasure come out of my throat with every thrust from him. He's got a grip on me so tight now I might bruise. And then he catches his breath, his hips jerk and he squirts into me, three, four times. He relaxes and moves gently on, making slow strokes. Then he stops, frees my shoulder from his teeth and plops down next to me, panting loudly. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him. I'm exhausted. After three amazing orgasms I can't even say my name.

We lie on the couch for minutes to breathe. Neither moves, neither talks. When I open my eyes I see a wide smile on his face. I give him a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes open and we look at each other. Satisfied? he asks. Hmmmmm yes, I just manage to say. He chuckles and sits up. Now that coffee?