from Antonius, circa 1995
[ Bev lived next door. She was from Germany and had an unbelievable body, with large, shapely tits that bounced under her sweater like puppies, and a startingly narrow waist. ]
Bev M. was a good neighbor. She had agreed to give me a hand-job every other evening while my lover was away, “to keep me from getting too horny,” she said.
She had a refreshing, matter-of-fact attitude toward the act, as something a friend could do for a friend. Robert was going to be at work until 10 pm, so Bev and I had a nice, relaxed, dinner together and then went into the living room for the handjob. She got a small towel and some hand lotion from the bathroom and then had me pull my pants down. She kneeled down in front of me as I sat and laid the towel on my thigh.
“I don’t know how prolific you are, and I just want to be ready in case there’s a flood” she said. I was very excited by the whole business and got an instant hard-on. As she was gently playing with my dick, I thought about how beautiful she was. She had meaty buttocks, a thin waist, and large, well-formed tits. The jeans and red sweater she was wearing showed her form off to great advantage.
“I bet I know what you’d like” she said, quickly reaching behind herself, removing her bra, and raising her sweater above her tits. They were so large and firm the sweater stayed up by itself. Her nipples were big and pink, like the heads of big mushrooms, sexier than I could have imagined. She started by cupping her hand around my balls and the base of my dick. Holding it steady with that hand, she gently strummed the fingers of the other hand over my now throbbing tool. After a while she gripped it with her fingertips in different ways and gently massaged. I was building up a big load for her. “You’re really good Bev,” I said.
“I’m glad I can help,” she replied with a smile. She poured some hand lotion on my dick and wrapped her big hand around it. After tightening and releasing her grip a few times, she started to move her hand slowly back and forth. I was mesmerized by her swaying tits and was starting to breathe fast. She said, ”Don’t come to fast. I’m kind of enjoying this. Robert and I are going to fuck when he gets home, and this is getting me real hot and ready.” I relaxed and let her stroke my stiff cock. Her womanly fingers had a magic effect.
I could feel the delicious pressure building up and, after a while, I said, “ You’re really making it feel good, Bev. I’m going to come pretty soon. I’m going to shoot the cream for you.”
“Yes, baby, yes,” she whispered. “Let’s see it shoot.” I groaned as my dick started to spasm and shoot its load for sexy Bev. “Good, good! Come on, come on!” she said, milking out more and more. After she had pumped it all out, she wiped me off with the towel and put her sweater back down. “Nun, das ist besser, ja??” she said with a broad smile. “I’m busy tomorrow, but I can lend you a hand again Tuesday if you need it.” I thanked her and said that I’d like that very much. We said goodnight and she went home.