Second Installment of the Camera Man Saga
It's around 8:30 in the morning. I'm laying in bed, my life has taken a drastic turn. I'm no longer a virgin, reliving last night in my mind, stroking my dick. I'm all set for what the future holds.
The phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Damn, I could have waited! I haven't been awake that long, I just realized the time when you answered. Sorry, I didn't think about the time."
"No worries, I usually get up around this time, except on weekends when I try to sleep in till 9 am. My job requires me to be ready for calls anytime."
"Did you intentionally break my toilet? It won't flush."
"Oh, I think I forgot to turn the water back on. You distracted me when you showed me your incredible body."
"Ha, ha, ha, I think I can turn the water on."
"Geese, you're feisty this morning. Did you have sex recently?" She laughs.
"Oh, yes, just a moment ago. Between reflections on my education and my current situation, my morning wood had gotten me excited."
"I was thinking along the same lines, and I had to do something about it."
"Guy, I don't have any coffee or food here. I'm going to grab breakfast and groceries right now, do you want to join me? It's my treat."
"Of course, if you're paying, just let me know when you'll be ready and I'll come over." I chuckle.
"Fine, it's my turn to be feisty. You were up quickly and hard, but it wasn't short. Ha, ha, morning wood, I'd like some of that too."
I slide my semi-erect penis into my jeans and put on a T-shirt. I rush to Jodi's apartment to offer her some 'WOOD'.
She opens the door. She's stunning, in a tight yellow cotton halter top and short cut-offs.
"Ready to go?"
I step back and admire her body.
"Wow, you're so sexy. I'm ready to cum, go, anything you want."
She holds up one finger.
"Lesson 2: Self-control and non-sexual foreplay. Once I've put away my groceries, we'll have sex, but first, you'll have to excite me, get me in the mood, make me horny. Mostly words, flirting, some unseen gentle caresses."
Jodi grabs her keys and purse.
"What you've done so far is impressive; great sex doesn't just happen in bed. Great sex requires mental arousal, verbal compliments, and teasing. Let's start now." She kisses me on the cheek and locks her door.
"Oh, you're pretty happy to see me." She caresses my semi-erect penis through my jeans.
"Johnson," she says, "he loved being played with. He told me how much he enjoyed 'Mrs. Thumb and her 4 daughters', he made him enjoy it in the past."
"Really, he said that? You expect me to believe that?"
"We agreed to be open and honest. Why don't you ask him yourself?" I unzip my jeans.
"I'm not sure I want to. For now, I just want you to take me to a good restaurant and carry my groceries."
She wiggles her butt as she walks past me.
"Come with me." She laughs. I'm confident she's doing this for my benefit. Her hips sway as she walks, showing off in her sundress.
Her SUV is virtually new.
"Nice car." I comment.
"You or my car?" she teases.
"Since I don't have much experience with either, I'll need to test both before I can give a proper assessment." I laugh.
"Okay, you've done well so far. But you need to understand, my only point of comparison...is my bike to your tight pussy." She offers a big smile.
I give her directions to a waffle place.
"I know a smoother, quicker route, but I want to watch your boobs bounce." I chuckle. She cocks her head to the side and flashes me her right breast.
We pull into the parking lot, right by the entrance. I jump out to hold the door open.
"Ladies first."
"Such a gentleman."
"I just prefer the view that follows," I respond. She winks and gives me an evil eye, then flashes her right breast again.
"Wow, you're really flirting with confidence, and it's turning me on more than anyone I've ever been with." I lean close and whisper in her ear.
"I'm turned on too, and I can't help but notice your little nipples poking out; they're slightly pointing upward as if they want attention." We're led to a table.
"Confident men with extra attention towards women are more attractive, you're doing a great job." We sit down.
"Are those little?" She wiggles her breasts.
"No, they're beautiful, fantastic, round, full, the only little thing about them is the tips. They're begging for some attention; they love to be played with, caressed, and that amazing booty, peeking out of those 'Daisy Dukes', is making my erection quite evident."
"So, you don't have to worry about hiding your erection, just the pointing tips." We both laugh.
"What would you like to eat here?" Jodi glances over the menu.
I lean over, peek under the table, and come back up, licking my lips.
"It's not on the menu, but I'm sure this is the best option."
The waitress arrives and asks if we're ready to order.
"I'll have the #3 with extra bacon."
"Sounds great, same for me." Jodi hands the menu back.
"Where can we go for some sexual relief before shopping?" Jodi gazes seductively.
"Do you also read minds?" We both chuckle.
"Perhaps the bathroom for a quickie; your SUV, do the seats recline or fold down? We could drive to the river and hide in the trees."
"Or return to either apartment, go shopping later." I put my hands on either side of the table, widen my eyes, and lean forward.
"I'm horny enough I could clear the table, lift your legs high and stick you right here, right now. Unless you'd prefer the floor, doggy style."
"All good options, except right here right now; I'm feeling extremely aroused, but I'm still thinking rationally. I wouldn't want to get banned from such a wonderful breakfast place." Her nostrils are flared, a lustful gaze, similar to the one I saw when she slid herself down my shaft last night.
Our food arrives. We silently tease each other; I seductively lick my food before putting it in my mouth. Jodi opens wide and mimics a deep throat with a slice of bacon, ending with an exaggerated swallowing, all while making a sound like an orgasm.
"Hurry up, I'm getting so wet, it's not just the little nipples craving attention, my shorts are damp." I signal the waitress.
"Could you bring the bill? And can I get a can of whipped cream?" I raise my eyebrows, and the waitress smiles and looks at Jodi, who's blushing red.
"Sorry, we don't use those. We make our own." She places the bill in front of us and takes a couple of the small tear-open packages and places them on top.
As we make our way to pay, she says, "You're naughty, asking for whipped cream like that. I don't think you're as innocent as you seem."
"I'm innocent; you're my first everything," I correct.
"Let me clarify, you're my first dream, first real everything."
We get in the car, and Jodi speeds towards the farthest corner of the parking lot.
"Push your seat back and pull your jeans down." She exits, approaches my side, drops her shorts, and climbs on top of me, facing forward.
"Hold it here. Ride me with slow, steady, up and down movements. Don't jump up and down, but just rock gently. Keep me deep inside you." She does as I say.
"Think of something other than sex." I'm close to climaxing, "Damn, you're just too horny."
The steady up and down rhythm becomes fast and furious.
"Count out loud backward from seventeen thousand and forty-three."
She tightens her grip on the dashboard, keeping her upper body stationary, rocking her hips in a steady up and down motion.
"Seventeen thousand and forty-two,"
"Keep going." I hold her hips and rub her clitoris furiously.
"Seventeen thousand and forty-one, seventeen thousand and forty."
She quickens her movements, responding with haste.
"Excellent, think of anything other than sex. This is a technique to extend the orgasm. I'm close, but I need to wait longer."
Jodi bounces frantically.
"Count slowly, and squeeze my breasts while you rub my clitoris."
"Seventeen thousand and forty."
She slides her hips back and forth.
"Seventeen thousand and thirty-nine, seventeen thousand and thirty-eight."
"Wow, Guy, you've got one hell of a dick. Fuck me crazy!" She's bouncing around, I follow along, trying to keep a steady pace.
She starts to buck wildly, like a wild mustang, with no rhythm, just a desperate desire to orgasm.
"Ooooh yeah, yesss, I'm cumming."
"Okay, yes, Guy, HURRY UP, cum in me, I'm ready."
"Oh my god, yesss, oooh Guuyyy, MOREEEE, UH HUH."
She forces herself down, shivering, her body quivering.
I let go, a groan escapes, and I climax.
"HOLY SHIT, FUUUUCK YESSSSS!" I feel her insides quivering, milking me; her body trembling, and still pushing me down in the seat.
"Grip them, pinch my nipples, pull them, OOHHH YEEESSSS HAARRRRD, oh shit, YEEESSSS; HAARRRRD, oh shit, HAARRRRDER, GUUUUYYYY, EYE, Yiiiii, yiiiii." She's clenching her thigh muscles, pushing herself away from the dashboard, her legs shake, her body shudders. Her head falls onto the dashboard between her hands.
Jodi takes a deep breath. She inhales sharply, exhales loudly, breathes deep again, and relaxes.
"My god, Guy, I came 3 times. That was insane, so amazing. I'm so lucky to have found you. You really got me worked up. I've never needed to cum like that before. I mean I got so horny that I 'HAD TO' cum." She gets out of the car, unbuckles me. She licks me clean. Standing by the vehicle, she grabs a few Kleenexes from the glove box, wipes between her legs; she pulls up her shorts.
"I meant to keep an eye out for passersby, but I got so lost in fucking, someone could have opened the door before I noticed." She gives me a sweet, intimate kiss.
"I might not have stopped even then. Wow, Guy, you're amazing."
After some time, we start making out like teenagers in the parking lot before heading out for grocery shopping.
"Guy, that was incredible, you're a fast learner; I'm already getting so much pleasure, it's not even like I'm training you." She squeezes my thigh.
"Jodi, I'm feeling more confident, and you're my dream come true. Please don't pinch me, I don't want to wake myself up."
We pull into the grocery store parking lot.
"What's your favorite meal? I'll make it for you tonight."
I reach for her crotch, then grab at her breasts, she covers her chest, we're both giggling; my hands are all over the place quickly, tickling her, groping her, trying to avoid her blocking me, I'm poking at her, pinching a breast when I can, patting her vulva.
"I'd love to have two mouths, one on each breast, and four hands to fully enjoy your gorgeous body."
"Two hands, one for each breast, the other for my pussy, or mouth to mouth when that wonderful wand is in my pussy. That's already more than enough for me."
We park near the shopping carts; she gets one and starts to push towards the entrance. I wrap my arms around her waist, placing my hands over hers on the cart, my face close to hers, I match her pace, my erection pressing against her ass.
"Let's try this naked."
"You're so silly. You feel wonderful, though." She wiggles her butt.
"Jodi, I have a ton of questions. Are you spontaneous when it comes to sex, or do you plan everything?"
"REALLY, Guy! We just parked and had sex; did you think I planned that? That was as spontaneous as it gets." As we walk through the automatic doors.
"I like spontaneity."
"So, you live life without a safety net?" giggling, I step back and slap her butt.
"Ugh," she winces.
"OMG, I'm so sorry." I apologize profusely.
"It's okay, it didn't hurt, I was startled, and I said 'ow,' it really was okay. I did enjoy it." She touches my cheek, gives me a loving smile, and a quick peck on the lips.
"It's okay, it was fun, playful is good. I never expected that from you. It was such a pleasant surprise."
I rub her bottom.
"I can kiss it better if you want." I pout.
"I can't believe you're such a naughty boy." She smiles.
"I know, I'm such a naughty little boy."
"Yeah, yeah you'll do, but not now, not here." She shook her finger like a warning.
"I still need to decide what to cook for dinner."
"I'm mainly a microwave guy. I don't really cook that often, my mom was always busy so she would heat up Grandma's frozen food."
"I can make pasta, macaroni or mac and cheese. I can fry decently, cook eggs in different ways. I can even turn bread into toast without burning it."
"Alright, what about pepper steak?"
"Pepper steak? Oh, you mean like shaking extra pepper on a burnt steak?" I chuckled.
"No, silly. It's a dish with peppers, onions, tomatoes, and strips of steak. I'll make it. I think you'll like it."
In the vegetable section, she picked and inspected green peppers, onions, and chose a cucumber.
"Is that for eating or... ah, err, late-night intimate moments?" I held up the biggest cucumber I could find.
"Do you want me to drop my pants so we can find a match?" I chuckled, pretending to stroke it as if it were a penis, then wiggled it towards her crotch.
"Do they get soft after you use them?" I whispered into her ear.
"You can buy a dildo, why use cucumbers or anything else? Oh, I've never considered corn. It sounds interesting." She gave me a wicked grin and wiggled her eyebrows.
"So, some, you mean a few, huh? How many can you take? I mean, how many at once? Total honesty time?"
"Geez, Guy, I only use one at a time. There are different sizes and shapes. I'll show you; my favorite is an 8-inch one with a suction cup that I stick on the shower wall or the coffee table and squat over it."
"Well, after what little I've experienced so far, my member is better than your 8-inch wall hanger. But to be sure if a corn cob would be more stimulating than him, I need a few test rides, you know, just to compare it." She ran her fingers across my crotch as she walked away.
Whenever we're alone in an aisle, we couldn't resist touching each other.
While she wasn't looking, I slid an aerosol can of whipped cream into the cart.
We have everything on her list in the cart. She held up the whipped cream, a wicked smile spreading across her face, a twinkle in her eye, and shamefully brought out a jar of chocolate topping.
"These will go well together, but I didn't buy bananas or ice cream." She leaned closer, teasing, "Can 'Johnson' act as a banana?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"Yes." She leant her backside against the counter, placed her hands beside her hips, and I grabbed her waist. We shared a kiss from lips to lips.
"Oh my goodness. Did you bring the barbecue stuff your husband asked for?" I watched the perplexed look on the middle-aged cashier's face. I quickly packed all the bags into the cart, and she asked, "Jodi? You'll pay."
"Ass."
"Come on, he earns a good salary. He can grill better than me. Just because I sexually satisfy you more than him doesn't mean you should call him an asshole. If you're not gonna leave him, at least respect him." I smirked as I pushed the cart away, and Jodi caught up.
"Do you have a driver's license? Can you drive my vehicle?" She held up the keys. I grabbed them and hurriedly took a seat behind the wheel.
"Let's find out. You said I'm a quick learner. I bet driving is fun. You'll teach me everything I need to know."
I started up the engine, and recognized there was no one parked close, so I turned and looked behind the SUV. I put it in drive, floored it, and spun the tires, squealing them.
"Oops, wrong way! Oh my god, this thing is powerful." I grabbed the steering wheel, trying to straighten out before speeding off. I turned off the engine, stopped, and realized my mistake.
"Wow, are you really serious about this, Guy?" She looks utterly shocked.
"Oh my goodness, can't you drive? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Hey Jodi, your reaction is priceless. I'm laughing so hard."
"I intentionally did that, I made sure it was safe; I know how to drive."
"Ugh, that was so scary! I wanted you to drive because I was going to give you a blowjob on the way home, but now, absolutely not; you don't deserve it."
"Oh my goodness, do we have to get married already?" I turn to look at her.
"Are you going to cut me off for fooling around?" I pout.
"My sweet wife, is this the time where I need to stop and ask for directions? Are we getting divorced? You don't love me anymore, am I crying fake tears?"
"Okay, darling husband, let's make up. I'll give you one more chance. I'll only blow you halfway, get you very aroused; can you stop in time?" She laughs and starts unzipping my pants.
"Don't start something you can't finish."
"Or what?" She teases me. I help her pull my penis out.
"Or I'll spank you."
She licks the side of my penis and circles the crown with her tongue. Oh, this is so incredibly stimulating, so sensitive.
"Oh really, that's not very motivating, I think I'll stop, just to enjoy the spanking."
"Okay, I'll drive. You decide what to do to this newbie."
"I want everything, I'll suck you now, but I want to try the spanking later. I've often thought about it, wanted it, but never trusted anyone enough; I trust you to spank me and not go too far."
She goes down on me. Her right hand gathers saliva and rubs it all over my throbbing shaft. I'm having trouble focusing on driving, both her hands are wrapped around my slippery dick. Her tongue lightly brushes the ridge on the bottom of my crown, licking up the seam, she tries to poke her tongue into the tiny opening. She circles her thumb and index finger around the base, her pinky grazes my balls, her tongue licks the entire length of my underside, licking like a popsicle, sucking my head like a lollipop.
"It's an all-day sucker, take your time." I run my fingers through her hair.
That talented tongue teasing my glans and corona, then getting sucked into her warm, wet mouth, a deep, thorough suck. My balls feel so sensitive. I struggle to resist cumming.
"17,000 and 32. 17,000 and 31."
"I, I, can't hooooo-ooohhh-ooollld offaahh." I rub the back of her neck.
"OOOHH, my gawd, Jooodeee." I grab a handful of her hair.
I fight to maintain my speed as my legs tremble. Jodi sucks me dry and swallows it all.
"Mmmm, you taste so good, salty, not like a lollipop at all." She sits up, leaving me exposed. I park in her space and tuck myself away.
"Zip up and take the groceries inside, hubby." She laughs.
"Yes, madam," I snap my heels together, extend my arm in a Nazi-style salute.
"Told ya, I just wanted someone to carry groceries."
"Ahhaa, but you also said we'd fuck after these are put away."
"Damn, yeah, I said that, okay, well hurry up then, chop, chop."
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