Quiet Or Not Quiet - That's the question

When a seductive man walks around in the house 

Celestial and refreshing calm made itself comfortable to settle in the innards of the house. My platonic friend Beth has giving me accommodation for a few days, before I was going to move into my new apartment. 

She wasn't here, a business trip. I'm in my early forties and I want to relax in comfort. O my, now I'm sounding old. But that's not the point. I always loved relaxing in comfort, all my life. 

Out in the flora and fauna, away from the noisy, dirty, soul and mind poisoning city, I was able to detox my soul here. It is always enchanting to watch how Mother Nature stretches her limbs out of the grip of sleep and rubs the sand out of her eyes. 

I like to plant myself on the couch, immerse myself in the outside world with the kick of coffee in a squeaky colored cup. 

"So! Here I finally find you!" I hear a good-humored male voice. It's Stephen, Beth's nephew. 

He is in his early twenties and has to study for his graduation. I know about his stay. Beth said he wasn't going to be an annoying factor in any way. Because the guy always sinks his nose between printed pages. 

I'm anything but relaxed when I look at the athletic, brown-haired man. O sweet bird youth! I paced in my thoughts. 

He's wearing a skin-tight T-shirt and would ask you for a can opener to get rid of his jeans. These accentuated his masculine attributes. 

How should Beth suspect or even know that Stephen urgently needed a change from studying? He's lounging next to me. 

"And? What's up?" A gorgeous smile adorns his not unattractive expression. 

"Studies of Nature?" He's gotten really close to me, but strangely enough, that doesn't bother me in the least. Shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg, we touch each other closely. 

That was just hopefully the next step on an idyllic morning. Apparently by chance he has walked into the bathroom, only today at dawn. I was stark naked and just wanted to dry my body with a towel. 

"I'm extremely sorry!" His tone of voice was flippant and his crooked grin immediately made his apology absurd. But he did not go — au contraire — unchecked he continued to look at my body. Hot and cold shivers got hold of me. 

Now he was here at my side on the couch. What exactly was he up to? Would he dare to do more? Would I dare more? Ah yes, confession: he's charming and adorable, stunning in superabundance. 

But what'll be generated from it? I am now upset and no longer a bit deeply relaxed. 

"Well, I try to avoid stress where it seems opportune to me," I reply playfully piqued. 

"I could gently knead your shoulders and neck," he offers, ostensibly harmless. The absolute angel with a halo. My gaze lingers on him. I decide to explore what this should all amount to. 

"With pleasure. I don't see what would speak against it," I answer, leaning forward slightly. Behind me, he kneels down on the couch and focuses on my shoulders and neck.

In fact, I am more tense than I thought. He has comfortably hot and strong hands. I start purring, marveling at myself to be gentle. My flagpole is awakening 

"If you have no objection to getting rid of your T-shirt, I could immediately intensify this obvious benefit," he speaks in a suddenly slightly hoarse voice. 

Aha! I grin in my mind. I leave my T-Shirt separated from my body on the floor without hesitation. My chest was heaving. It was difficult to breathe. My pulse rate accelerated. 

His bare hands on my dermis, oh! His tenderness and gentleness let more hot shivers rise in me, which immediately race up and down my back. Now Stephen evidently doesn't hold back anything anymore. 

"May I spoil you recklessly?" he jokes with his erotic timbre. I say yes in silence by bowing my head. My back is defenseless. And he enjoys it without any scruples. 

His hands are all over and next to my spine. Shortly afterwards he reaches around me with his arms and caresses my nipples like a warm summer breeze. My chest buds erect and respond enthusiastically to his devoted fingertips. I pant with relish. 

His silky lips are steadfast to kissing and licking, nibbling and pinching my neck and throat. I turn my head, look at him. Burn brightly. The sensuality vibrates between us. 

His face reflects my desire. He is trembling with nervousness and excitement. He is emphatic but not aggressively pushing. He's just adorable. 

I nourish myself from his affection, devouring longing. Our mouths engulf one another. His sweet, agile tongue irritates all my nerves that I want to shout and scream out loud. 

I was immensely flattered that he found me so attractive that his manhood began to salute me briskly. I feel this expression clearly as he rubs himself lustfully against me. He was quite aware of my rock hard boner. 

I am ready for him beyond measure. He sucks and licks my nipples. I gasp in delight. 

In the hurry when he gets up and tries to take off his jeans, he stumbles and almost falls. We both laugh heartily at each other. He's taking hold of my racing heart. An electrical, dynamic thunderstorm rages between us. 

n sheer frenzy, he robs me of the textile parts that cover my abdomen. He's getting tired of his boxer shorts. They sail away in flight. He proudly presents his tight, big, stiff cock, circumcised and just absolutely beautiful. Mine greets him proudly. 

 I follow my overwhelming impulse to get on my knees in front of him. As if I was worshiping my dark god of libido. I hold him by the root, velvet and silk, irresistible hot skin. He hisses sharply and moans. I let my Lingua Erotica get to know his glans. 

He throbbed heartbreakingly at my oral gate of bliss and I am more than happy to let him in. The veins that protrude strongly congested on his love stick are reminiscent of the topography of a delta and a multi-river landscape. My tongue ensnares and beguiles his lance tip. 

Our bilateral seduction is welcome —a far cry from Mrs Robinson, or more proper: Mr Robinson. I licked off the appetizing precum. Creme brûle at its best. 

I am a gourmet in all respects. It tasted so salty and fresh that I would like to finish him or at least drink a good amount of the content of his precious jewels eagerly. 

I was gallantly holding his baton so that he doesn't ram it hard into my throat in an involuntary reflex. I'm not out to litter a house that doesn't belong to me with vomiting. This is how the cheerful, dizzying ride of my very agile mouth and my passionate, covetous tongue had begun. 

Stephen arched his back, groaned and croaked in dazed lust. To my not exactly mild surprise, however, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, covered with my saliva, before he was able to infuse his load. Everyone knows what valuable and extremely nutritious ingredients nuts contain. 

He frantically dug a condom out of his jeans pocket and at supersonic speed his confidante was wrapped in a raincoat. I couldn't wait for him to crack my clam impressively with his dick. My butthole was starving for more attention. 

I stretched out on the carpet, which is hugging the floor. I was smiling, expectating the very best. I opened my legs invitingly wide, lower the drawbridge to the innermost core. My traffic light is permanently switched to the brightest green. 

Free, wild ride ahead! As if he was being chased by aggressive African giant bees, he did not hesitate for a moment and quickly fled into my body. 

I gasped and groaned because it felt so outrageously phantastic. His hammer connected to my anvil. We both seemed to glow eerily, maybe even visible in the dark. 

Who knows? We gave off a tremendous amount of heat. This could actually also be used as green energy such as wind, water and solar power. 

All the people who have sex all around the world every day could massively and permanently charge a powerful battery. Then we would no longer need nuclear power plants and sex addiction would make sense in at least one respect. 

Full of delight, he was gliding up and down, back and forth in my waves of horniness like a charged dagger or dolphin. My ass is tailor-made for his Excalibur. I love to feel his weight on me and how he clasps me as if I were the last possible ladder to a lost world. 

He was very considerate in his restrained ferocity, a consummate gentleman who ignites all of my erogenous zones — almost at once. It didn't cause me a single second of discomfort or anxiety, just endless lust to be climbed by him ad infinitum. 

He is so deep within me that I believe I am all the deep-sea trenches in the world at the same time. Our strange symphony of the scale of lasciviousness could not be captured in such an original way by a composer or encoded in notes. 

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my face. Stephen's face contorted ecstatically as if he were in pain, but it were of course only his sex hormones that bothered him relentlessly. 

His eyes were closed. I watched the play of his facial muscles with fascination. My clandestine muscles cramped around him and pumped his cock. I gradually felt how the orgasm is creeping up on me and then rolling through me so that I even scream out from this controlled but induced force and I was cumming explosively. 

Then Stephen grunts briefly, deep out of the stomach with a "growling" diaphragm, and wets the inside of the contraceptive with his delicious seed, which my bud would have loved to have tasted. 

A still young testicle wine, only twenty-two years old. Excellent "mouthfeel" and drinkable, with a bewitching body, even for my backside. The certain maturity had not yet been reached. But forbidden sweet. 

He moved away from me to dispose of the condom. However, this was only the promising prologue of a long looming day before the evening masquerades itself with mascara to turn into a sultry night in luscious nakedness. We clashed insatiable. Thank to youth in its vital bloom of manhood. 

To my great joy, I got a cocktail from his cock at body temperature and a second from his tail. A delightful sensation. My taste buds were running wonderfully amok. Stephen stayed while his aunt and my friend Beth was absent. 

At that time he really didn't get to study at all, because he would rather experience the tangible, or should I say cock-solid practice, than dust-dry scientific theories. 

Manpower, I learned and (re)discovered muscles that I didn't even know I still have or that they even existed from the start. These sore muscles were a fantastic bonus, surplus and grace. No wonder how hard we took each other on. 

Every now and then we meet irregularly for our intimate workout. But you could also have in-depth conversations with him. What a seductive overall construct of a fascinating person and man. 

After all, aren't we all primarily human beings and feel universally connected to one another through this simple fact? More time has been subtracted from the total lifespan of space. 

Stephen informed me that he had been accepted and would be a Navy SEAL. With the stamina, the bite, the resistance and resilience as well as immense strength, no wonder! Cat scratch Fever, yeah! Dragoste!