Unruly Sports Event, Part 2
I made my way back to the ballroom, primarily to bid farewell to my previous teammates (those who remained) and some familiar faces I came across at this event. On entering, I checked to ensure my attire displayed no evidence of the naughty shenanigans I had engaged in. I noticed a familiar figure at the bar.
"Chris!" I exclaimed, revealing my joy at encountering this gentleman wearing a flawless black suit that might have been from Tom Ford or Armani.
"My goodness, it's you!" he responded, turning around to confirm he was the one I had identified.
Chris was a fitness consultant for the national team during my athletic days. He also executed some events but, being 15 years elder than my peers (now in his 50s), Chris had assumed more responsibilities, moving towards managing roles in the background. Chris proved instrumental in pushing for equal treatment and fair training regimes for athletes back then. There was never any romantic attraction between me and Chris, and albeit grateful for his efforts, I never viewed him in a sexual perspective. However, his aging process increased his allure.
Chris's baldness, clean shaven visage, and an air of seriousness with a sexy vibe primed my libido merely through his facial appearance. And despite sporting a suit, it seemed he had built some muscles. Chris shared both French and Italian ancestry but displayed more Italian features now. I'm unsure why, but it wasn't bothersome in any way.
We sat and chatted for a considerable length catching up on our recent endeavors while procuring two bottles of wine from the bartender when last call was made. Chris recounted his venture managing athletes for clubs, national, and international engagements. Since I was athletically linked to him and past teammates, I was captivated by his business.
After draining the bottles, we've engaged in subtle flirtation. Tipsy from prior beverages and wine, the mixed drinks' impact rendered my memory faltering.
Chris enticed me to go to his place for more drinks, and I agreed. Upon exiting the venue, we approached a taxi rank adjacent to another hotel, waiting patiently. It was now close to 1 am, frigid, but he generously wrapped me in his jacket.
"Do you remember what I'd once imparted to you and the other teammates?" he asked after covering me with the coat.
"'You miss all the shots you don't take, Michael Jordan'," I echoed; then, he held both my cheeks and chin and melted me with a slow, soft kiss. I reciprocated with equal intensity.
"Did I hit the mark?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, kissing him once more, adding, "You're on the verge of a home run!"
Our Uber rolled up. Conforming to the charact
The vehicle arrived after a few minutes, and like a perfect gentleman, he opened the door for me. He sat on the other side but moved to make space for me. The trip back felt tediously long, but it probably took only 5 minutes.
The car stopped outside a striking house with white steps leading to the entrance. Chris assisted me out, closed the car door, and kissed me passionately.
"Welcome to my home," he welcomed. "What do you think?"
"You've done incredibly well for yourself!"
"Not much you'll get to observe tonight, not on your knees," Chris teased before slapping my ass.
"Ooh! How thrilling!"
As we ascended the steps, Chris maintained his composure, snatching up my dress to my waist, exposing my chest and bosom while removing my footwear.
He stopped, withdrew from the situation, got me off the table, and returned, picking me back up before carrying me over his shoulder, eliciting some playful shrieks. His firm grip on my ankles prevented me from scratching his back. He trudged up some stairs and entered a room.
Chris tossed me onto the bed so roughly, and I bounced back up, promptly landing again, emitting a few playful shrieks.
"I've long desired to do this to you," Chris confessed as he knelt down beside the bed and grabbed my ankles. The 56-year-old pulled me closer, lifted my dress to my waist and, in a swift motion, started licking my clitoris.
I was reaching an orgasm within seconds and yanking the sheets, moaning loudly already. But then Chris used his fingers on me, and I was screaming loudly with the intensity of a gorgeous orgasm. I squirted all over his face and clothes. Chris didn't stop there, though, and started rubbing my clit so fast and hard my legs started to shake, and I squirted more of my own fluids everywhere.
When it was over, Chris went back to performing oral sex, saying I "tasted like heaven!"
I was trembling with the aftermath of this orgasm when Chris took off my dress completely and pulled me up.
"I haven't had sex in two years," Chris whispered. "And this is why!" He undid his trousers and dropped them along with his underwear, revealing a huge penis. I'm not joking - it was probably 13 inches long and incredibly wide. It was one of the most awe-inspiring and attractive things I'd seen in the bedroom! I didn't even utter a sound, my mouth was gaping open in amazement.
I shook my head, asking, "Why has this stopped you from having sex?" I was puzzled.
"I'll show you why, but tell me if it's too much!" Chris said, pushing me back onto the bed and gently rolling me over.
I took a deep breath, bracing for the potential pain, as I'd never even seen a penis this big. While I'm proud of my strong pelvis, I wondered how this would feel.
Chris smeared lube over his circumcised penis and rubbed it on my sopping wet vagina. Then he pushed inside.
"Agnngh! Oh fuck!" was my first reaction, but given I knew Chris would be worried about hurting me, I instructed him to continue.
The pain was eclipsed by the pleasure of being stretched, and soon he was carefully thrusting into me over and over. I was more than happy and horny, relishing every moment of this experience.
Chris increased his pace, thundering into me more powerfully. I continued to feel a series of intense orgasms, moaning loudly.
Chris switched positions, placing me on all fours. I was in the height of ecstasy as he pummeled me. After 10 minutes, he asked, "I want to cum inside you?"
"You really shouldn't, I'm not on birth control." I responded, confused and breathless.
"I'm going to cum!" Shouted Chris as he kept pounding me. This whole time I was moaning and about to lose control of my body.
"Please!" Was all I could manage before Chris suddenly pulled out (which hurt a bit), flipped me onto my back, and shot his massive load all over my face. It really was everywhere - on both my eyelids, in my hair, in my nose - to my relief, I loved it!
Exhausted and still in a state of ecstasy, I washed up and went to bed.
Morning came at 11:57, and I got out of bed, putting my dress back on. I gathered my heels and bag and quietly tiptoed toward the front door. Chris wasn't around, but I could hear a coffee maker working, and I quietly stepped into the kitchen.
There he was, looking handsome and well-groomed in a 3-piece suit, obviously ready for a day of meetings. Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to explore this giant penis. Instead, he arranged an Uber for me and apologized for having to leave for work. Chris gave me his number and asked me to call him.
However, it has been more than a week, and I've been texting him but haven't received a response. That's why the sequel has taken so long to publish. I'm a bit hurt, but at least... oh yeah, I still have Owen.
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