Then there was her stomach… not the squashed flat abdomen, but a nicely curved stomach that complimented an already perfect body. Then there were those hips… Oh my God, those gloriously wide, fertile hips.
“Take your time, Christopher.” She encouraged me. “I want you to know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Oh Sharon” I breathlessly exhaled. “You’re so perfect. All of you.”
“Tell me what’s your favorite part.” She exquisitely replied.
I shook my head, still affixed to her fantastic hips and plentiful thighs. The answer was apparent, and she knew it.
“Your hips.” I remarked.
“Why?” she asked.
I stammered, never being put on the spot like this with a woman. But then again, I had only been with mere amateurs before tonight.
“They just,” I started. “They’re so… I don’t know… so beautiful.” I said, trying to understand why they called to me. “Full.”
“Maybe instinct?” She uttered, strutting to me gradually. “Maybe because it’s the beast within… the animal that wants to mate. Or… you just like your women with nice big hips.”
I sighed in selfish agreement. “God yes. The bigger the better.”
I watched her erotic strut swing her weight side to side. I thought about what she said, and knew she was right. There was something more to it than just looking sexy… there was a deeper reason… something I was born to obtain at no matter the cost.
Sharon stopped inches from me as she curled her fingers under my jeans to undo my belt buckle. As she did, she taunted me with her sultry voice and sensual allure.
“You want to be inside me, don’t you?” she hinted.
I exhaled; nodding yes as our lips drifted across each other’s so lightly. Her boiling breath cascaded across my face, as if a gift from the Gods of passion.
“Put your hands on those big hips you want.” She said as I did without wasting another second.
With that, I felt my pants and underwear drop as the crisp air struck my body. My raging cock bobbled free as its length easily filed the space between our bodies. I swayed forward to press the pre-cummed tip to her smooth belly. Both of us moaned as her left hand cupped my shaft at the base.
“I love knowing I can do this to a young man.” She said before she hungrily kissed me once more.
Breaking the kiss, she said, “Take me upstairs, Christopher. Please. Carry me like I’m your woman.”
“You ARE my woman.” I said before scooping her up in my arms for another soulful kiss.
She fell in my embrace as I easily carried her to the stairway. Sharon sighed heavily as I stared into her deep mahogany eyes, projecting all the years of need and desire into those eyes. With her arms draped about my neck, I sauntered up the stairs, just like out of some romantic epic film… slowly and confidently.
“You really want this, don’t you?” she whispered.
All I could do was nod yes as I felt her body briefly go limp. I could tell this meant more to her than just a one night romp in the sack. Our gaze didn’t falter as we made it to her doorway, and into her cozy bedroom. Lit by just a low nightlight, it cast a soft subtle glow to the large bedroom. With love and ease, I placed Sharon on her back as I crawled atop her with a deep soulful kiss. Our bodies joined together on her bed at long last as I lost all bearings… I could feel those large breasts pillow out below my chest, inducing a gasp of total narcosis.