After Workout Stretch

Lately, the rain seems to have been trapping everyone inside, imprisoning them on their summer vacations. But not today, at least so far. The park is full of people: walking their pets, jogging, frisbee, or just hanging out. It feels too good to finally walk around rather than to simply hang out. The summer seems to bring people together, romantically that is. I don't fully understand why people choose to limit themselves that way. Although, the more I see the hand-holding, the arms around the waists, and the light kisses that leave a whisper of something more to come, the more I understand a certain aspect of it.

There's a feeling of deep longing when I spy these various couples, one that can only be truly fulfilled in one way. I feel the blush cover my cheeks as I think of how inexperienced I am in that department; however, I have enough experience to understand that I have needs, ones that I cannot meet on my own. I mean, I've tried.

I am only eighteen, so my lack of experience is also understandable. At this point, I have only gone "all the way" with my ex-boyfriend. I didn't hate it, but I felt like there was something more that was missing. Otherwise, why would the media make it such a big deal? Maybe I just need someone older, someone more experienced. Although why would someone like that want to be with an eighteen-year-old, inexperienced girl? Sighing, I continue my walk, trying to avoid looking at all the coupling happening all around me.

I let my mind wander into this area still very much unknown to me, wondering if maybe it is just me, when an answer to my thoughts comes around the corner. A guy. Oh, but not just a guy. He is so hot. He must be in his thirties or forties, although I am not good at guessing ages. His body is nice and toned, but not overly muscled like the dumb jocks at my school try to be.

Just as I notice his green eyes, they make contact with mine. He's getting closer and closer, but he does not break eye contact. I bite my lip as I practically stop my steps. He gives me a once-over and a little smile right as he passes me. I can't help but turn around and watch him run off.

God, that ass.

I turn back around and keep walking. If I were to try to satisfy my desires, he would be my ideal candidate. I mean, he's older, attractive, in good shape, which probably means good things in the bedroom. If only...

I can't seem to get that smile out of my head, like it had more meaning than a simple passing by. These thoughts and images stay with me until I get back to the front of the park. I decide to stretch here rather than at home. I do my sitting and lunging stretches first. When I move to my bent-over stretches, a feeling washes over me like I'm being watched. I crawl my hands over from the center to my left foot, and peek around my leg. There he is. His eyes almost seem to darken as they stare, and I gulp as that stare warms my core. My stomach drops a little as I realize the thoughts I've been having pop back into my head all at once when I look at him.

Then a new thought, Why is he looking at me?

He smiles and nods his head as he begins to turn away.

"Hey!" The word is out of my mouth before I've even realized I've spoken it. "Um, did you need something?" I can feel the blush fill my cheeks again. Why would a guy like that need anything from a girl like me? Also, I'm the one that needs something. Why wouldn't I have just asked for help? Oh yea, because he's a total stranger and that's impulsive.

"Well, not really," he kind of shrugs his shoulders as he takes a step toward me. "I was just going to suggest another stretch for you." Oh. I guess he is like a coach or workout fanatic or something. Then my mind starts conjuring images of him stretching me, and I have to swallow down the whimper.

"Yea, sure. I could always use more stretches," blushing at the way that sounds, and also liking it.

"Alright, then I will show you a couple that you can easily add to your routine."

"Sounds good." I mimic the position he is in as we begin to do our cool down together. "I'm Macie, by the way."

"Lucas. Nice to meet you." He gives me that half smile from earlier that immediately causes a weird sensation from somewhere I'm not quite familiar with. "Sorry if I came off as weird or over-stepping earlier. I don't always know whether or not to approach someone just because a thought jumps into my head."

I laugh a little. "It's definitely not my usual everyday occurrence, but I'm glad you decided to be a little weird." He chuckles at that. "Besides," I need to be bold, "now you can help me with some of my other stretches." I smile as innocently as I can, but really, I can't stop imagining his body pressed against mine.

For a moment, his eyes look like they are thinking the same thing as me, but he turns his head away before I can be sure. Maybe I went too far.

"What do you need help with?" I am so lost in my thoughts that I almost forget to answer.

"Um, well," I decide to just go for it. I lie down on my back and try to bring my right leg toward my body. "If you could just come push against my leg so that it comes closer to me." My heart is racing in anticipation of him leaning down towards me. I reach up to my calf, pulling my leg closer to my body, causing my shorts to slide and stretch around my thighs and crotch.

He looks around for a second, although I am not sure why. There's a hesitancy, and I almost release my leg and give him an out. However, he seems to ignore whatever might have been holding him back, and he gets down on his knees and helps me stretch my legs. I'm breathing deeply now, a little from the stretch, but mostly at how vulnerable I suddenly am. He presses his shoulder and torso against my leg, a hand on either side of my face as he presses my leg down further.

"Is this alright?" He is looking at the positioning rather than me when he asks that, so I feel for a moment that everything that is in my head exists only there. I'm about to answer, "Yes," when he actually looks at me. There's a brief fire in his eyes that immediately seeps down into the pit of my stomach. It is at that moment that I know he wants this too.

The only problem is he is trying to be good. So then the question is: How tempting can I make myself?

"Yea, you can push down a little harder though," I suggest as I lift my hips ever so slightly, as if to adjust. He presses down further, pressing his hips against mine to push them back down. "Shall we switch legs?" His gaze meets mine again, but this time it's reluctant. Maybe I'm not doing this right.

We maneuver our bodies so that I can lower my right leg and lift my left in its place. He gets back into the same position as before and holds himself there. I try thinking of another way to possibly entice him as we hold ourselves in this stretch.

"You can move in a little more, but be careful, I am tight." His eyes snapped to mine once more, the fire having returned to his gaze. He pressed down on my leg more, bringing his face closer to mine. I bite my lip, but he pulls himself back just a tad.

"Like this?" He asks carefully as he studies my face.

"Oh yes, don't move, that's perfect." I moan as I slowly roll my head back and close my eyes. I let us stay like this just a little bit longer before I let him know I am ready to release. I stretch my back out some, not even realizing how that makes my chest pop until I see his eyes locked on.

I stop stretching, and Lucas turns his gaze back up to mine. We both give shy, embarrassed smiles. Never in my life have I done something so outrageous, but something in me tells me to keep it up. I just don't know how exactly.

He looks at me sheepishly when he asks, "Do you need a ride?"

My stomach does a somersault. I don't live far, walking home isn't a problem at all. But, he offered. Turning this opportunity down would be a huge mistake. Maybe he really does want to continue this as much as I do. I imagine him making me realize all I have been missing, helping me to understand what the big deal is. Or, maybe he's just being nice.

"Sure. I don't live far from here, so hopefully it isn't too much of an inconvenience for you," my answer is soft, a blushing creeping onto my cheeks. Where did my confidence go?

"Well, I offered, so no inconvenience at all." I suddenly wonder if it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience to give me another kind of ride. Maybe that's exactly what he meant. Maybe we'll get in the car and just...

We get in the car and make small talk. Okay, so maybe my imagination is a little too active. I can't help but study him while he drives, and we talk. We don't have long though. I tell him which streets to turn down, and my heart races as we pull into my driveway. I swallow down my nerves as I unbuckle my seat belt.

Alright, this is it, now or never.

"Thanks for the ride home." Deep breath. "If you want to come in, my parents won't be home until late, so no parental pressure." I smile at him, and hope the fact that I live with my parents still isn't a deterrent. I can see the internal war written on his face. Just, be casual, but still suggestive. "You know, if you're thirsty."

I see him breathe deeply before saying, "I could use a drink." He turns off the ignition and we both go into the house. My heart is beating so fast. I don't think I've ever brought someone I didn't know home. Am I crazy? Is it just the hormones? I pour us both some water as he leans against the kitchen counter. We make more small talk over water, feeling as if we both need to calm our nerves more. I don't want him to leave yet though, and his glass is almost empty. This attractive, kind man is here, in my house. He just needs a push, maybe, to know I'm okay with what comes next.

"Would you like a tour of the house?" I try to sound calm and cool, but I feel the opposite. His eyes meet mine and feel as though they penetrate into my deepest, darkest thoughts and desires.I bite my lip as I wait for his response, setting my own water down behind me.

"A tour sounds great." I release the breath I was holding as I turn my back to him.

I smile and look back over my shoulder as I say, "Follow me then."

We go through all of the major rooms, and I explain different things in each one. He is either genuinely interested, or really good at pretending to be. Probably the latter. When we get to my room, I feel all the desires I've been trying to pretend aren't real suddenly burning stronger than ever before. I need this to happen, and with him being on such good behavior, I am probably going to have to make the first move.

I walk into my room and raise my hands slightly as I say, "This is it."

He doesn't move from the doorway for a moment. I can see the debate in his eyes, but it doesn't last too long. He takes slow steps in, thoroughly observing random pictures and knick-knacks. I take a seat on the edge of my bed and smile to myself. Is he nervous?

He glances at me before picking up a random picture. "This your sister?"

"How can you tell?"

"You can see it in your smiles." He placed the picture back down and then looked kind of lost as to where to go from there.

"You know you can sit," I offer, trying to be nonchalant but also trying to move this along. I don't want to get it over with, I just don't want to lose something that's so close. I watch as he glances at the bed, me on it, around the room for another potential seat, then back to me. I lean back on my hands and smile a little as he makes his way over and takes a seat.

He grips the edge and does a little bounce as he states, "It's nice."

"I know," I smile at him, wondering how this is going to go exactly. What should my next move be? No more caution. I just need to be bold. "Can I get your honest opinion on something, Lucas?" Here goes.

I see the hesitation as much as I hear it. "Uh, sure," he answers with a gentle but confused smile.

Before I have time to think on it further, I swing one leg up and over his lap, so that my knees are on either side of his thighs. Straddling this man, facing him, I suddenly feel that boldness really wash over me. His shocked look is kinda satisfying. Attempting to stifle a giggle, I grab each of my breasts, look down at them, and then up at him. "Do they look uneven to you? One of my friends at my dance class said they were growing a little unevenly." I turn my gaze down at my breasts again, still cupped in my own hands. Silence lingers in the air for moment, making our breaths sound that much louder. After another moment, I peek up at his face from under my lashes, lifting my breasts before allowing them to drop.

Lucas begins to shift, then quickly stops. I think I'm beginning to feel why. My thighs squeeze more tightly against his, enjoying that feeling more than I realized I would. Shifting myself on him, I swear he groans softly.

"Um, they look fine to me," he murmurs, looking away from my chest, then back to it. I know I don't have the biggest boobs, but they seem to be like a magnet for his gaze right now. Except, he's still fighting this. Man, his will-power.

"I think maybe you're not getting the best look at them." I take my shirt off and let it drop to the ground. "Here, let me help you so you can give me your best opinion." He just stares at them for a second, still not saying anything. Still not moving. I roll my shoulders back to make my chest pop more, but the sports bra isn't the most revealing thing. Taking a deep breath, I cross my arms under my chest to grab the hemline of the bra and pull it slowly over my head. My B-cup breasts bounce free from their confines, my rosy-pink nipples already perked up. "See perky, but maybe a little uneven," making them bounce a little as I pout. Realizing the bounce did something where our crotches are pressed against each other. I swear he lifted his hips into me. Seeing how close we are to fulfilling this fantasy, I decide to make a final move. Taking his hands and putting them on each breast, I whisper "Maybe you can tell better by feel."

Lucas just lets them rest there for a second, and I almost give up. Shame and embarrassment at making an utter fool of myself. But then, his hands move to cup my tits. He caresses his thumbs across my nipples, making them harden further and become more sensitive. Remaining still, I allow him a minute or two to simply explore my breasts. I've never had someone pay so much attention to them before. It's oddly arousing. Every brush of his thumb across a nipple causing that heat inside me to build.

In a quiet voice I ask, "So what do you think?" He doesn't stop his fondling, his feeling, his gentle appraisal. He continues as if examining them, but also as if he's getting just as lost to the sensations.

"I think they are perfect," he whispers just as he pinches both nipples gently.

"Great. Thank you for your opinion," my words matter-of-fact, if not a little breathy. Then, I begin to roll off of him.

In an instant though, he grabs my hips and flips me around onto the bed so that now he's on top. His body hovering over mine with my thighs still on either side of his. Finally. I stare up at him, that fire from before spreading between us, igniting me on every inch that his gaze lands. I've never felt so vulnerable yet powerful all at once.

"We going to stretch some more?" I ask teasingly as my fingers dance their way up his arms, tracing every line, dip and curve of his muscles until I reach his shoulders.

"Oh, I would like to stretch you very much, Macie," there's a darkness in his eyes that is both terrifying and exhilarating. He emphasizes his intent with a rough grind of his hips into me, pressing his length against me.

I bring my head up next to his ear and whisper, "It's about damn time." He growls. Fucking growls. And I swear, my pussy got noticeably wetter.

His hands are all over my breasts again, and my hands are all over his back. Our lips can't find the others any quicker, and as soon as they meet, a fire burns from my mouth all the way down to my clit. My hands stumble to remove his shirt quickly. Once it's gone, they make their way beneath his waistband. His cock is hot against my hand as I wrap it around him. He groans into my mouth as I stroke him under his shorts. One of his hands sliding under my head, gripping my hair and pulling my head back. His other hand leaving my breasts to touch my stomach and grab my hip flesh. Lucas grinds his hips into my hand, which presses my knuckles into my slit. The entire thing is intoxicating. This feels closer to what everyone is always going on about.

"Maybe this is moving too fast," I whisper against his ear. Lucas sits up and backs away quickly towards the headboard, the panic and remorse clear on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Before he can finish the thought, I pull his shorts down and take his hard cock in my hand.

"Just kidding," his eyes clear of the panic, and return to the fire in an instant. Before he can say anything though, I slide my lips around the head of his cock and down his length. I hear his sharp inhale as I slide back up, twirl the tip with my tongue, and then quickly go all the way back down.

"Fuck," is all I hear from him now and then as I continue to blow him. His throbbing cock tastes so good, and I keep him at the back of my throat as many times as I can. His hand has been on my head, fingers knotted in my hair, pushing me down a little further and further each time. His hips begin to move upward each time my mouth slides down. I open my eyes to stare at him as I bob my head.

I've given head before, but it never felt like this. I did it because it was something I thought I had to do to help a guy along. However, as my mouth suctions around his length as I slowly slide it back up, I find myself getting more and more aroused. Every hiss and curse from his mouth just pushes me further into my lust-filled haze. My tongue presses against the underside of his dick, and I moan around him.

"Okay, if you don't stop, I'm going to blow my load." I only half hear him, but those words ignite my movements. I bet his cum tastes as good as his cock. Saliva seeps past my lips and down to his balls where I gently cup and massage it in. His grip on my hair tightens. Suddenly I'm being pulled up and pushed onto my back. He looks at me devilishly and says, "Your turn." He pulls down my shorts and panties in one go, and he stares down at my glistening cunt. There's a brief pause as he takes in my fully nude form. He then kisses and nips down both my thighs toward my pussy. He pulls his head back before he reaches the apex of my thighs, takes one finger and slowly slides it in.

"Oh, wow," I moan out. Just one finger, but it feels divine. He slowly moves the one digit in and out of my folds, and that inferno inside me builds.

"You're so tight and so wet," he growls. He moves his finger faster and brings his mouth to my clit. The combination elicits another moan from me as my head rolls back. He then lets his tongue tease in slow circles around that small bundle of nerves while he continues fingering me. I can feel something building inside of me that I have never felt before. Just when I think the sensation can't get stronger, he adds a second finger.

I'm moaning. Loudly. I can't control my hips, and his tongue is performing some kind of magic I never knew was possible. I can feel my chest moving higher and my breaths getting sharper. One hand is clenching his head while the other is clenching the bed. His fingers begin to move quicker, picking up the intensity. His lips closing around my clit to suck. And then it happens: my hips clench, I practically scream the word fuck, and I explode. My vision blurs and my body spasms. His tongue moving down to lap up my juices. My cheeks flush in arousal and embarrassment. Never have I ever successfully reached orgasm before, and here was this older stranger drinking it up.