Empty Nest

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 back into 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 forgotten 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 escalating to something else. She was stroking and petting my smooth skin simply to bestow the inherent pleasure of her touch. I was putty 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 across my pec, her fingers following the lower swoop of the muscle as her thumb traced along the top. At the same moment her other hand, her fingers splayed wide, glides in the opposite direction across my 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 similarly though she showed no signs of it. She fondled my fat with every bit as much affection as she did my muscles. Pressing her big, supple breasts harder into my back she runs back across the places she’d just pet, but this time only touching 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 flat again she hugs me tight until the shivers abate.

“That’s it, baby.” Her lips tickle the back of my ear. “Relaaaax. I’ve got youuuu.”

Relax? Oh my God. I was beyond relaxed. This was easily the most sensual experience of my life. She had told me directly that there would be no sex tonight…but who needed sex when you had this! In just a few minutes of physical intimacy I felt more connected, more comfortable, and touched more deeply than during Blair 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 longer than Blair’s, could reach everywhere and truly wrap me up when she wanted to 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, forgotten, primal instincts whose roots tapped back into 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 inhale through her nose at the base of my hair.

Bringing her hands together at the center of my torso she fans out across my pecs then rubs over my shoulders and slowwwwly down my arms. From my hand she plucks the forgotten vial. Her hands coming together in front of me she pops the tiny cork.

“Don’t be afraid, Elliot.” She croons 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 thinner that actual honey I feel the liquid cascade across my tongue. Though just an ounce or so it was far more than the little lick that I got yesterday which allowed me to pick up on the musky sweetness of the very subtle flavor. I let it course down my tongue before lightly wrapping my lips around the edge of the vial to suck out the final few drops. If this was to be my last time as a honey boy I wanted to 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 wraps her arms all around me to hold me tight.

“Oh.” My flesh begins to tingle and dance. “Ohhh.” In my mouth my tongue had come alive to an invisible universe of flavors. Most directly I can taste…her! The flavor of the honey itself opens up to me. Sweet, salty, earthy, mysterious yet unmistakably bodily her nectar was the food of the gods! Underlying that comes the leftover tastes of wine and succulent gravy and over top of it…wow! I could literally taste the pollen from Heather’s flower garden and the foliage of the park beyond floating in on the night air! “Ohhhhh!” The fuzzy tingling sensations rippling over my skin start to come into focus. The bed beneath me, the breeze across me, 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 touching mine, her silky hair brushing my shoulders, the soft beat of her heart, I can 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. “Relax. Enjoy it.”

I try to relax…but there was a problem. A sudden and urgent problem. Unsurprisingly, as Heather had been touching 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 unforgiving denim was causing my erection 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 fucking 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 allowing me to answer.

“Elliot?”

“Nngh!” I mewl a pitiful mewl and nod, surrendering my pride to the inevitable. This was coming whether I wanted it 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 can happen with extra special honey boys. Don’t be ashamed.” She kisses my neck, never had kiss felt so fuckin good. “Don’t fight it. Let it happen. Let it 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 one stroke 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 uncontrollably 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 fucking orgasm! “OHHHHHHH!!!”

“Good boyyyy. Gooood boyyyyy. Cum for me, baby. Show me how good you can cum for me.” She lilts softly as her finger gently traces back and forth over the shape of my throbbing cock. Her finger through 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 layers of clothes. “Yesssss.”

“Ohhhhhh, Heatherrrr!”

“Ohhhh God.” She sighs, awash in an ecstasy 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!”