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minutes and then his own. I immediately pointed out his farmer’s tan (he said it was from his cycling shirt) and ran my fingers over his meaty biceps and down the very prominent veins his arms. His arms were fantastic, strong and lean and currently unhooking my bra… But his chest… oh his chest made me weak. I pressed my face right into the top of it and inhaled deeply. He smelled so, so good. Clean, with a hint of Tide, which just happens to be my favorite laundry detergent. I began running my hands through his chest hair. It was also salt and pepper, more gray than black, which I found extremely sexy. I could feel him bear down harder into my hips as I began to give him little kisses all over his chest. Moving my hands lower, his stomach was defined but not too taut, and the slight softness of it felt so good as I lay back and let him press against my bare belly with his.
    I didn’t even tense up as he casually tossed my bra on to the floor. He put those gorgeous fingers all over my breasts and gently squeezed them, taking each one in his warm mouth and licking and kissing them with great care. Why did I try to avoid this for 22 years again!? He ran his firm hands all up and down my chest from the top of the waistline on my pants to the dips in my shoulders and then around my back, which sent a tingle right down to my toes. We continued to kiss each other and roll around the bed for several minutes. Then he paused for a moment, looking into my eyes with a sexy stare and whispered, “I want to taste you.”
    He backed off the bed and very kindly removed my sandals for me, complimenting my hot pink pedicure. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he bent down in front of me and ran a slow finger around my waistband. He unbuttoned and unzipped my capris and began to leisurely shimmy them down off my hips, taking his time to kiss my stomach as his hands drew them lower and lower. They were rolled up on my calves tightly at the bottom. Running had given me very solid calves. I don’t think he was expecting the argument he was getting from them as he tried to peel them off my legs. I started giggling and asked him, “Are you having some trouble, trouble?” Finally, when he muttered, “Where the hell did you get these pants?!” I jumped up to help him take them completely off. He was delighted by the thong that he wasn’t supposed to see this soon. He grabbed me by the ass and pulled me in tight for another deep kiss, just before sliding that off too. Then he picked me up and tossed me playfully back down on the bed. I reveled in how fun we were together. This is how it’s supposed to be , I thought.
    He settled in beside me and explored every contour of my now bare-naked body with his hands. He was still in his cargo shorts. As I clutched his sides and pulled him closer to me, I could see the waistline of his black boxer briefs and feel the firmness in his pants pressed up against my thigh. I was so curious, but I didn’t want to put my hands on him just yet. I didn’t want to seem too aggressive, plus I was enjoying letting him set the pace for now. He circled over my breasts again with his mouth and ran his hands all over my legs and around my ass and thighs, spreading them apart just slightly. He lowered his body further down the bed as he finally began to slide his fingers down inside me. A soft moan escaped my lips as he stroked me, filling me with desire for him. I had been waiting for months for him to touch me there; I was already so wet for him. He shot me a glance and murmured, “Excited to see me?”
    “Now, what was your name again?” I jokingly replied.
    He gave me a stern look, and then he slid his hands beneath my hips and lifted me right up to his face like it was his job, plunging that gigantic tongue right into me. I gasped loudly and grabbed at his hair. He looked up with an amused grin and gave me few more teasing flutters of his tongue, alternating them with more forceful strokes that made the