Julie entered the apartment. "Well, I could have scrubbed your back," she grinned, and Terry laughed. "I brought some contracts for you to sign."
"Great. Listen, sit down and I'll only be a minute. Gotta dry my hair." Terry went into the bedroom.
Julie sat down and took the papers she had brought out of her briefcase. She could hear the electric sound of the air brush drying Terry's shaggy hair. The sight of him in his nakedness had excited her. She especially liked the bulge in the towel, and hoped she had made that evident.
But she hadn't – Terry had been oblivious to her stare. But now, as he sat with his legs crossed in front of the floor-length mirror, erotic dreams began popping into his head – a beautiful woman, Julie – and he suddenly became very conscious of the fact that he was dressed only in a pair of jockey shorts, and in the next room was a fully clothed woman, one who attracted him.
Shit, man, I gotta stop thinking about sex! It was becoming an obsession even when he wasn't masturbating. Every thought somehow had sexual connotations, every action brought a desire, every feeling stimulated something deep within him, deep within that part of him that was now becoming full and erect.
"Looks like a neat dryer," Julie said, standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
Terry looked up startled. "Oh, yeah. It's an air brush. Five hundred watts and it blows like crazy."
Julie smirked out of the corner of her mouth.
"Blows like crazy, uh?"
"Um, yeah!" Terry laughed, getting the double meaning, but not knowing if he was supposed to. There he sat, almost naked, with his cock half-hard and his hair dry. He was afraid to get up – she'd see his erection – so he kept blowing and combing his hair.
Julie sat on the bed. "I like your apartment. Cozy. Warm. Comfortable bed."
"Yeah." He started to shake. He had to turn off the fucking hair dryer or his he would burn up! Click. The room went silent as Terry turned around to face Julie. "Well, what is it I have to sign?"
"Picture releases, and a contract to do a commercial for a bank – pushing checking accounts for teens." Julie lifted her feet to the bed and curled them under her. Terry noticed how beautiful her legs were, how perfectly shaped.
"Great," he said, running a brush through his hair.
"You look wonderful," Julie said sensually.
"I always look good right after I dry my hair. Ten minutes later, I look like shit."
"I wonder," Julie said softly. Her tone, her whole manner, was suddenly overtly sexual. She looked like a cat, ready to pounce. The great female with her prey, the young male, excited and ready and frightened.
Terry was shaking. He had been alone with Julie before, sure he had – in conference rooms, dealing with business, even at her apartment – but never in his bedroom. No woman, no girl had ever been in his apartment. What the hell was he supposed to do?
He stood up. Fuck it, she'll just have to see my cock. He stood up and walked to the closet and grabbed his faded jeans. Just as he was about to step into them he heard Julie say, "Don't."
Terry turned, one foot in the pants, bending slightly. He stared into her eyes without asking a question, because no words were needed. Julie smiled and brushed her hand through her hair and called him to her.
"Don't be afraid, Terry baby, just come over here. Mama wants to see something…"
Terry dropped his jeans and walked slowly to the bed Julie reached up and ran her fingertips along the elastic waistband of his shorts. She tugged on each side till they fell down to expose his pubic hair. His cock was fully erect, practically ripping the white cotton material. "Julie, I don't…"
"Shit, honey, you just relax. Mama's going to show you what's nice!" She sat up on the bed and flipped her hair back over her shoulders. Terry stood in front of her, trembling with excitement and fear.
"Spread your legs a little and turn around," she said.
He obeyed. His ass faced her, and his legs were parted on the floor. He could feel her breathing against the small of his back. What was she going to do?
Julie pulled his shorts down just enough so that she could see the top of the crack of his ass. His skin was smooth and soft, young and male. She kissed him there and he sighed, half in surprise and half in pleasure. Then she bit his shorts, taking the elastic band in her teeth, and pulled them down over his buttocks. His strong-muscled ass faced her like a mirror. She looked at it and ran her hands lovingly over it, and then pushed the cheeks apart. She could see the red puckered little hole with the dark hairs surrounding it. She brought her face close – closer – and darted her tongue against the nub and quickly flicked it back.
"Oh, God!" Terry exclaimed. My asshole! How did she know! What made her go to my asshole first?
She started applying kisses to his ass cheeks, biting them, licking them, wetting them. At the same time she forced her legs together slightly and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. When he stepped out of them, she pushed his legs far apart, as far as they would reach, and ran her fingers down under his balls, tickling them, pulling the hairs, caressing them with her palm.
Terry was going crazy. He thought he'd faint, because the room was spinning and his head was a mass of conflicting emotions. He was scared, he knew what was happening was wrong, he worried about their relationship in the future, he loved what she was doing, he'd wanted something like it for as long as he could remember and he wanted it to go on for hours!
Julie buried her beautiful face between the cheeks of his ass. He bent forward slightly. Instinctively, just as he'd done when he put his fingers up his ass while standing in the shower. He remembered once toe when he had shoved a marking pen up his ass, bending over his desk. Now his agent's beautiful tongue was forcing his asshole open and she was lubricating it with her warm and loving saliva. He shivered and shook and moaned loud. He was in sheer ecstasy. He knew if anything touched his cock he'd shoot off immediately.
Julie finally pulled her face back and said, "Ummm, tastes good… bath oil?"
Terry moaned in affirmation. He was too excited to talk. He wanted more, more of the tingling wonderful sensation of another person's mouth kissing him on his sweet asshole. He bent forward, touching his toes, Julie could see the head of his cock from under his balls – much bigger than she had anticipated – and she moved closer to his spread asshole again. "You like it, baby, huh?"
"Yes, yes, Julie," Terry said.
"Want more, honey?"
"Please, yes, suck on my asshole!"
Julie planted her mouth over his steaming asshole with a hard, sucking kiss. She forced the lips guarding his anal slot open and shoved her tongue up him. She was wild with passion now – her tits were hard and her pussy was quivering and spilling out juice between her legs – and she went at his asshole with all the force she had.
"Oh, God! Julie, fuck me with your tongue! Yes, don't stop, please!" Terry's hair flipped down over his head as he looked at the floor. Then he looked up between his legs to see her breasts protruding from the top of her dress. The bed bounced as she smashed her face back and forth against his ass.
Then she pulled back, afraid he'd come like that, and he stood up, panting.
"Your asshole excites you?" she asked, knowing the answer.
Terry nodded.
"You like to get fucked?" He didn't quite know what she meant. "I… I like to put my finger up my ass when I heat off." He blushed. He'd never been so honest in his life – especially with a woman!
"Bend over, baby and let me fingerfuck you a little…"
He couldn't believe it! He turned his head and looked to see if she was kidding.
"Please, I'd like to," she said softly, purring like a cat.
"Holy Jesus," Terry mumbled in complete disbelief in the entire situation. It had to be a dream. It couldn't really be happening.