It has been difficult for me to express my elation. How could something so passive inadvertently make my very soul reel with pleasure? And in all the discussions with my friends, clothes were enticing, sexy, alluring, but never satisfying. So I kept it to myself. At least until I was caught one day.

I met the most sensitive and receptive man I ever thought I would meet at an embarrassing moment. He had stopped to help me. He noticed that I was looking flushed and light-headed. In fact, he described that I looked as if my knees were going to give out. The fact was, they were.

I think I might have ruined it by telling him that in the winter I liked to go without panties and especially enjoyed the hard creases of my jeans rubbing against my bare pussy. What he thought was a fainting spell was actually one of these enjoyable times.

I might not have relayed to him the reasons for my light-headedness if I hadn’t been in such a state of erotic pleasure. His hands were holding me, and I was squatting in a position where if I moved slightly back and forth, the coarse, yet flexible, denim rubbed against my pussy. His sturdy hands, combined with the increasing wetness I was experiencing in my jeans, drove me almost to cry out in ecstasy.

Instead of crying out, I described to him the sensations I was feeling. At the time, I did not notice that he had begun to slightly tremble as he held me. I was focused on my own sensations, knowing that I would soon reach orgasm. I did not notice that his hands were pushing me harder and faster, back and forth, and back and forth. In all my erotic experiences with clothes, I had never been driven to the brink of ecstasy with the help of a man. I never thought I would cum so hard.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, I suddenly realized that a strange man was holding me. I was scared. I was embarrassed. I was at a loss for words. I remained partially squat with him leaning over me. I felt as if I were on a tree swing, only he was my support. He still had his strong, thick arms pressed against my sides. His one hand had a firm hold of the back of my thigh near my ass, and his other was squarely on the other cheek. We stayed in this position for what seemed like hours. Finally, I built up enough courage to look him in the eye.

I looked up at him to find the most beautiful face. His features were sharp but not chiseled. His skin was lightly tan and cleanly shaven. His hair was dark, short on the sides with a little overhang of bangs that came to his eyes. His eyes were crystal blue and piercing into me with a slight glazed glow. He looked utterly statuesque until I realized he was trembling. He shook not for the stress of my body in his arms. No, he easily managed me. The tremors were an aftershock from my earthquake of an orgasm.

I slid out of his arms and to my knees without losing eye contact. He slowly straightened himself until he was fully standing over me. I gently laid my hands on the outside of his legs and eased them northward. His thighs were tight and twitching. His face glistened with perspiration. He looked as I must have when he first found me. I can understand why he thought I needed medical attention. But I knew it was not medical attention that was needed.

My hands reached his belt buckle and unstrapped it. His jeans popped and hissed as I loosened them. I tugged at them, forcing them down his hips. It was difficult for they were caught on his swollen cock. So, I grabbed it and pushed it until his jeans were released. They slid to his knees. I kept his dick in my hand, ever so lightly caressing its length. I found the tip of his cock slippery with anticipation and it jerked when I smoothed the wetness over its entire head.

My other hand began to explore the sack that fell below his cock. I massaged his balls and caressed his scrotum. I followed with my finger the bulging tube that began on the front of his cock. I followed it through the scrotum, pushing his balls to either side and continuing between his thighs.

I spent some time rubbing this tender area between his scrotum and anus. He was receptive and spread his legs to allow me better access. I could feel the tube surge and his balls tightened. I knew it was coming and I didn’t want it yet. So, I tugged on his balls, squeezed the shaft of his cock, and paused until the threat was over.

I wanted to taste him and feel him in my mouth. I dragged my tongue up the length of his cock. With a quick circling of its head, I slid over his dick, sheathing it in my warm, moist mouth. I took as much as I could into my throat, waited, and began to slide off of it. After several bobs, I began to increase my pace. I took him in with short, jerking motions. I took him in deep. I twisted and turned on his pole. I grabbed the base of his cock with my hands and fondled his balls. I think I heard moans of encouragement, but I was too focused on my job at hand.