Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2016 13:38:22 -0400
From: Kenneth Rodman <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naked Support Group III

			  NAKED SUPPORT GROUP III

 I took her in my arms and we kissed. American, not French, but quite
nice. After the kiss she put her head on my shoulder and we stayed in a
good close hug. In a minute she said, "You're different. Nice
different. Not like too many of your brethren who want to paw me and stick
their tongue down my throat."

 "Y'think maybe maybe it's respect or a low sex drive?" I said.

 "I'm not sure about the former but that hard thing poking my tummy tells
me it surely isn't the latter!"  She said. "Call me in the afternoon. I'll
do my best to get my work done, I promise." So I went home to work on my
butt plug. I was hard and horny as hell and had to fight the temptation to
bash my leaking bishop but for some reason I decided to save it. Maybe
because tomorrow my dick might get lucky.

 She did call and suggested that I bring over a couple of burgers we could
grill them up and save time and she could get back to her homework after
dinner. Sheesh, she was a dedicated student! I showed up with steaks, a
good bottle of wine and a little bunch of flowers for the table. That got
me a sweet little kiss. Her hair was in a pony tail, she had on short
shorts and a little blouse that showed the outline of her nipples. No bra?
We cracked the bottle of wine, sipped a little, and I went out to the group
trio of propane grills behind her apartment to cook while she whipped up
some potato salad. All the time I was cooking I was thinking of how cute
she was tonight and how luscious she looked naked at the support meeting.

  I refilled my wine glass, she didn't, we ate and washed the dishes. "I do
need to get back to work but you've been so sweet, let's have a five minute
smooch," she said. Back to the couch and this time I felt her tongue
tickling my lips. This time the kiss became French and my hand went to her
firm small breast. Her nipple hardened immediately and my hand went under
her blouse to do a better job. I asked if I could kiss it and she lifted
her blouse. I kissed it and massaged the nipple with my tongue. Then I felt
her hand on my cock. In maybe a minute she lifted her hand from that needy
member and used it to lift my face from her tit. She looked me straight in
the eye and with a somber expression said, "OK, now tell me. Are you
interested in a relationship or just sex?"

  I paused a little before answering: "Right now my penis is in total and
complete control of my brain and I'm not able to answer your question."

  "My God, an honest man! I don't think I've ever met one before. But my
clitty is so hard there's no way I will be able to concentrate on my
homework. So could you lend a lady a hand?" She said. I said I certainly
could and would like to, but I'd rather kiss it and make it well. "She
smiled demurely and said, "I don't know you well enough for that," and
stood to take off her shorts. There was a huge tent in her little pink
panties and when they came off I was looking at a six inch perfectly
proportioned cock pointing up at the chandelier.

  She sat down again and I slowly, gently tenderly began to stroke her
"clitoris" which immediately began to seep precum. "Oh wow. Not just an
honest man but a gentle man too," she said.  I told her it was a terrible
thing to waste precum and asked if I could just lick it off. She nodded and
my tongue began to lave her glans. "Ohhh Lordy I can't stand it. Suck me!"
She whined. So I did, her cock tasted as good as it looked. I took it slow
and easy, selfishly because I wanted the moment to last. "How sweet. You're
treating my clitty like something you care for rather than something you're
angry with." She had generous sized balls, she probably referred to them as
ovaries, and I fondled them as I sucked. I asked her to warn me when she
was about to orgasm and went back to work. She lasted a lot longer than I
could have were I the suckee but finally she said, "I'm almost there." I
stopped sucking and began to slowly stroke her clitty. Lordy did that thing
produce precum. Without another sound her legs shot out, her pelvis lifted
off the bed, her cock throbbed, producing a little gush of clear juice and
then the cum came. It was thinner than mine but there was lots of it
flowing from her pulsing organ. "Oh my, that was lovely, just
lovely,. Thank you," she said.

     There was a box of Kleenex on the sideboard in the kitchen and I
brought it over to the couch and we both worked to clean up her splooge
before it stained the couch. That done she noticed the wet spot on the
bulging fly of my khaki pants. "Oh you poor thing, I can't send you home
that way, let's take off your pants." She was sitting on the couch and I
was standing in front of her. She was staring at eight inches of cock
pointing straight out at her, and not saying a word. Then, "You're
uncircumcised. I've never seen one before," she finally said. Then she
reached out and, then tentatively, with just thumb and forefinger,
retracted my foreskin. "Pointy, and look how swollen that poor thing is,"
and she began to stroke it. Then she looked up and asked, "Do you drip or
squirt?" I told her I was a squirter and she said, "We'd best do you on the
bed, I don't want to ruin the carpet."

      She had some lube in the bedside table and she greased up my again
leaky boner. Her hand was soft, her stroke was gentle and dammit, I
couldn't have lasted two minutes before I told her I was about to come. Her
hand moved slower and her eyes were glued to my impossibly sensitive
dick. Closer, closer, and then I wailed, "ohh YEAH!" Her hand stopped
moving and my jizz began to spurt in the air. Over and over my cum erupted
until finally only a thin stream of dishwater thin semen dripped down the
shaft. "Oh my, you must have needed relief, that was a mighty load," she
said.

    Our goodnight kiss at the door was lingering and wonderful. I asked
when we could get together again and she said she would call me. Four very
long days went by without a word and finally I gave up and called her. "I'm
truly sorry, I'm not playing games, I'm trying to figure things out. You
see, I've been dating an older man for going on seven months now, and we're
quite compatible. To the extent that I could envision spending the rest of
my life with him. He hasn't proposed yet, but clues, women's intuition,
whatever, I know that's in the offing. The you, Dan came along and screwed
everything up. You lit lights I've never seen before and I've got to make a
choice. I can't string him along but I can't get you out of my mind. And my
heart. I just need more time to decide what to do. I'm sincerely sorry."

      "Understood," I said. "But I'm going nuts. Talk about lights, they're
so bright for me I can't even sleep. Or think about anything but you. So
get ready, because you're going to get a daily call from me until I can see
you again and wrap my arms around you. I can't even think about the
possibility that can't happen."

      Three long days and nights passed before she said, "Can you come over
tomorrow afternoon at five? We need to talk."

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