In the dark of the room, a fresh night breeze wafting in from the open window, I am taken to a wonderful new world of sensation.

  So enraptured was I by Heather’s ever so gentle caresses I just sit there leaning bato her as her soft hands run slowly across chest…stomach…shoulders…arms…and hands. The small vial rests in the loose grip of my hand all but fotten about. She touched my bare flesh with a warmth and tenderness unlike anything I had felt before. There was nothing hurried about her motions. They were not building up or rushing on or esg to something else. She was stroking aing my smooth skin simply to bestow the i pleasure of her touch. I utty in her masterful hands.

  “Ohhhh.” I sigh.

  “Mmm.” A nuzzle, a kiss, and a hot breath caress the side of my neck.

  From my right shoulder Heather pulls her warm hand ay pec, her fingers following the lower swoop of the muscle as her thumb traced along the top. At the same momeher hand, her fingers spyed wide, glides in the opposite dire ay squishy abdomen. How I wished then I’d never allowed myself to get soft. I wished I had a body lean and hard for her to savor. If she was feeling simirly though she showed no signs of it. She fondled my fat with every bit as much affe as she did my muscles. Pressing her big, supple breasts harder into my back she runs back across the pces she’d just pet, but this time only toug me with the very tips of her fingers and thumbs. I let out a shuddering breath as my skin sparkled with pleasure. Laying her hands ft again she hugs me tight until the shivers abate.

  “That’s it, baby.” Her lips tickle the bay ear. “Reaaax. I’ve got youuuu.”

  Rex? Oh my God. I was beyond rexed. This was easily the most sensual experieny life. She had told me directly that there would be onight…but who needed sex when you had this! In just a few minutes of physical intimacy I felt more ected, more fortable, and touched more deeply than during Bir and I’s hottest fuck session.

  Taller, wider, and all around bigger than me Heather’s voluptuous body almost seemed to engulf me. As if her body was molding to my shape so as to accept me into her. Her body heat warmed me and the alluring aroma of her soap and wine-sweet breath and her natural musk surrounded me. Her arms, so much lohan Bir’s, could reach everywhere and truly me up when she wao swaddle me in an embrace. All those years chasing after those petite girls seemed like such a waste of time and energy now. I hadn’t a clue just what I’d been missing. She was bringing out in me old, fotten, primal instincts whose roots tapped bato my infancy. To be held, truly held, by a woman like this gave me a sensation of peace that touched my very core.

  “Ohhh, Heather.”

  “Mmm.” She takes a long, deep ihrough her the base of my hair.

  Bringing her hands together at the ter of my torso she fans out ay pecs then rubs over my shoulders and sloly down my arms. From my hand she plucks the fotten vial. Her hands ing together in front of me she pops the tiny cork.

  “Don’t be afraid, Elliot.” She s as she brings the vial to my lips. “I promise it will feel good. I promisssse.”

  Opening my lips I allow her pour her honey into my mouth. Thicker than water but far thihat actual honey I feel the liquid cascade ay tohough just an ounce or so it was far more thatle lick that I got yesterday which allowed me to pick up on the musky sweetness of the very subtle fvor. I let it course down my tongue before lightly ing my lips around the edge of the vial to suck out the final few drops. If this was to be my st time as a honey boy I wao feel it as powerfully as possible. As she pulls the vial away I swallow my honey.

  “Good boy.” She kisses my cheek. The vial she tucks behind her somewhere then she s her arms all arouo hold me tight.

  “Oh.” My flesh begins to tingle and dance. “Ohhh.” In my mouth my tongue had e alive to an invisible universe of fvors. Most directly I taste…her! The fvor of the hoself opens up to me. Sweet, salty, earthy, mysterious yet unmistakably bodily her ar was the food of the gods! Underlying that es the leftover tastes of wine and suct gravy and over top of it…wow! I could literally taste the pollen from Heather’s flarden and the foliage of the park beyond floating in on the night air! “Ohhhhh!” The fuzzy tingliions rippling over my skin start to e into focus. The bed beh me, the breeze ae, the weave of the bedding against my hands, the pattern of the denim over my legs, I feel EVERYTHING! Most of all though, I feel Heather. Her warm, supple skin toug mine, her silky hair brushing my shoulders, the soft beat of her heart, I even distinguish the shape of two wide, plump nipples pressed to my back. As everything good rose, everything bad faded away. No pains or aches or itches I was feeling ONLY positive sensations. It was all so much! “Ohhhhhhh!”

  “Shhh.” She whispers soothingly. “Rex. Enjoy it.”

  I try to rex…but there roblem. A sudden and urgent problem. Unsurprisingly, as Heather had been toug me, a healthy boner had grown down below. Before I took the honey I was as hard as a steel pole and now that my sense of touch had been so intensely amplified I the cloth of my underwear held firmly against my penis by the unfiving denim was causing my ere to start to flex and buck. And with each jerk of my stick my super sensitive knob brushed along the texture of my briefs. Oh fuck, it felt good. It felt really fug good. My hips writhe trying to escape the arousal. It only makes it worse. OH NO!

  “Hmm.”

  “You okay, Elliot?”

  I nod as I silently fight the rising urge.

  “Are you going to cum?” She asks in the voice of an angel.

  “Mmm!” I groan as I try with all my power to hold back the pressure growing in my balls, my pride not allowio answer.

  “Elliot?”

  “Nngh!” I meitiful mewl and nod, surrendering my pride to the iable. This was ing whether I wa or not.

  “Shhh. Shhhhh. Shhhhh.” She pets my hair. “It’s okay, baby.” Her right hand glides down my belly leaving a wake of pleasure behind it. “It’s your first time with that much honey. It’s okay. I’ve heard this happen with extra special honey boys. Don’t be ashamed.” She kisses my neever had kiss felt so fu good. “Don’t fight it. Let it happe goooo.” With only the tip of her index finger she gives the bulge in my pants a single, merciful stroke. “It’s okayyyy.”

  “HNNNNGHHHH!!!” That oroke was all I needed. As her finger reaches the tip of my dick I begin to bust my hot nut. “Hnnngh! Hnngh! Hnnnngh! Ohhhmmmm!” Loudly and untrolbly I am moaning my bliss, just like she said I would, as wad after hot wad of my seed is blown into my underwear. OH MY GOD! What a fug asm! “OHHHHHHH!!!”

  “Good boyyyy. Gooood boyyyyy. Cum for me, baby. Show me how good you cum for me.” She lilts softly as her finger gently traces bad forth over the shape of my throbbing cock. Her fihrough my jeans feels better than any pussy I’d felt as I cum and cum and CUM! At the tip a dark wet spot grows as my copious semen soaks through two yers of clothes. “Yesssss.”

  “Ohhhhhh, Heatherrrr!”

  “Ohhhh God.” She sighs, awash in aasy all her own as she feeds off my joy in that strange way of hers. “Ohhh, Elliot.” She kisses me and holds me and softly strokes as I just…kept…cumming! Nearly lost among all the swirling bliss I was caught up in…I am vaguely aware of something big and something hard flex through the pillow between us to press against my lower back. “Goooood boyyyyy!”