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The Personal Trainer’s Touch

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I never thought a simple New Year’s resolution would lead me down this path of lust and pleasure, but I’m certainly not complaining. It all started when I decided that this year, I would focus on my physical health and join a gym. So, I signed up for a membership at The Athletic Club, determined to get in shape. Little did I know that my personal trainer would be a young, hunky college student, and our sessions would become a steamy affair.

I had always been more comfortable in my mind than in my body. With my shoulder-length brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body that had seen its fair share of life, I was far from the stereotypical gym enthusiast. But I was determined to make a change. As I walked into the gym for the first time, my glasses slightly fogged up from the temperature difference, I felt a bit out of place. The place was bustling with energy, filled with people of all ages, but mostly young adults.

“Welcome to The Athletic Club, ma’am. How can I help you today?” a young man with a bright smile and a muscular build approached me. His name tag read ‘Andy.’

“Oh, hello, Andy. I’m Ava. I just joined the gym and wanted to get started with a personal trainer. I believe I filled out the necessary forms online,” I replied, feeling a bit self-conscious about my age in this youthful environment.

Andy’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm. “That’s fantastic, Ava! I’m actually a personal trainer here, and I’d be delighted to help you with your fitness journey. Let’s head to my office so we can discuss your goals and create a customized plan.”

As we walked towards his office, I couldn’t help but notice his tight t-shirt showcasing his well-defined arms and chest. His youthful energy and good looks were captivating, and I felt a tingle of excitement, wondering if this was a common reaction from his clients.

In his office, Andy sat across from me, his intense gaze making me feel a bit flustered. I explained my desire to improve my overall fitness and tone my body, emphasizing that I was new to the gym environment. He listened attentively, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Well, Ava, I think I can definitely help you with that. I’d love to be your personal trainer. I’ll design a program tailored to your needs, and we’ll take it step by step,” Andy said, his voice deep and reassuring.

I agreed, and we scheduled our first training session for the following day. As I left the gym, I couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation and a slight nervousness about working with such a handsome young man.

The next day, I arrived at the gym, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. Andy greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with youthful energy. He was dressed in tight gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt, showcasing his muscular physique. I felt a surge of desire as I took in his toned body, my mind wandering to places it shouldn’t.

“Ready to get started, Ava? I’ve prepared a great workout for us today,” he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

I nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. Andy guided me through a series of exercises, demonstrating each move with precision and grace. His body moved like a well-oiled machine, and I found myself struggling to keep up, my age and lack of experience becoming apparent. But Andy was patient, encouraging me with every rep, his hands occasionally brushing against my body to correct my form.

As we moved from one exercise to the next, I felt my body warming up, and not just from the physical exertion. Andy’s proximity and his touch sent shivers down my spine. I could sense his eyes on me, and I wondered if he noticed my flushed cheeks and the way my breath quickened.

“You’re doing great, Ava! Keep pushing yourself, and you’ll see amazing results,” he said, his voice low and encouraging.

His words spurred me on, and I pushed my body harder than I thought possible. By the end of the session, I was drenched in sweat, my heart racing, and my body tingling with a mixture of endorphins and something more.

“That was an incredible workout, Ava. You really gave it your all,” Andy said, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “Why don’t we head back to my place for some well-deserved rest and recovery? I can show you some stretching techniques to help with muscle soreness.”

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was a professional offer or something more. But the thought of spending more time with Andy was too tempting to resist.

“Okay, that sounds like a great idea,” I agreed, my voice slightly hoarse.

We left the gym together, and as we walked to his apartment, I felt a sense of anticipation building within me. Andy’s place was a cozy studio, with a small living area and a bedroom in the back. He offered me a drink, and we sat on the couch, our legs almost touching.

“So, tell me more about yourself, Ava. What do you do when you’re not working out?” he asked, his eyes holding mine.

I told him about my work as a psychologist, listening to people’s intimate problems, and how it often left me craving physical connection. I could see the interest in his eyes as he listened, his gaze never wavering.

“That’s fascinating, Ava. I can imagine it must be intense, hearing people’s deepest secrets. Do you ever feel the need to let loose and just have some fun?” he asked, leaning closer.

His question sent a jolt through my body, and I knew in that moment that this was more than just a trainer-client relationship. I wanted him, and the desire in his eyes told me he wanted me too.

“Yes, Andy, I do. And I think I’d like to have some fun with you,” I said, my voice steady but filled with longing.

Without another word, Andy pulled me towards him, his lips crashing onto mine. The kiss was electric, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. I could feel his hard body against mine, and I moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed over my curves.

Breaking the kiss, he stood up, taking my hand and leading me towards the bedroom. I followed willingly, my heart pounding with anticipation. The bedroom was dimly lit, and Andy switched on some soft music, creating an intimate atmosphere.

“Let’s get you out of these sweaty clothes, Ava,” he said, his voice husky.

I nodded, my hands trembling as I began to undress. Andy watched me with dark, hungry eyes, his breathing becoming more rapid. As I slipped off my shirt, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my C-cup breasts, he let out a low growl.

“Fuck, Ava, you’re gorgeous. I’ve been wanting to see this body of yours since our first session,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

His words sent a rush of heat between my thighs, and I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, standing before him in just my bra and panties. Andy’s eyes traveled up and down my body, taking in every curve.

“Now it’s your turn,” I said, my voice breathless.

He wasted no time, quickly stripping off his clothes, revealing a body that was a work of art. His chiseled chest, defined abs, and powerful thighs made my mouth water. I couldn’t help but reach out and run my hands over his hard muscles, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

Andy pulled me into his arms, his hands cupping my breasts through the lace of my bra. He teased my nipples to hardness, his mouth descending to suckle one while his hand attended to the other. I arched into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as pleasure coursed through my body.

“Oh, Andy, yes,” I moaned, my head falling back as he continued to lavish attention on my sensitive peaks.

His hands traveled down my body, sliding my panties aside to reveal my wetness. He stroked my folds, his fingers dipping inside me, eliciting a gasp from my lips.

“So wet, Ava. I want to taste you,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

With that, he went down on his knees, pulling my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them, my eyes never leaving his face as he positioned himself between my thighs. He parted my folds with his thumbs, revealing my glistening core.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, before lowering his head and running his tongue along my slit.

I cried out, my hands clutching the bedsheets as his tongue delved into my wetness, seeking out my most sensitive spots. He licked and sucked, his fingers replacing his tongue to continue the exquisite torture. I bucked against his mouth, my hips moving in rhythm with his skilled tongue.

“Andy, I’m close,” I panted, my body trembling on the edge of release.

He increased the pace, his tongue flicking my clit with relentless precision. I exploded with a cry, my orgasm ripping through me as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Andy continued to lap at my sensitive flesh, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy.

As my breathing slowed, Andy stood and joined me on the bed, his hard length pressing against my thigh. I reached for him, my hand wrapping around his thick shaft, feeling the pulsing heat beneath the velvety skin.

“Your turn,” I whispered, my lips finding his neck, biting gently.

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I guided him towards my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled me, stretching me around his girth. I gasped, my body adjusting to the sensation of being so deliciously full.

Andy began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me onto his length with each stroke.

“Fuck, Ava, you feel incredible,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck.

I smiled, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built within me once more. Andy’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he sought his own release.

“I’m close, Ava. So close,” he panted, his eyes wild with desire.

I tightened my muscles around him, milking his length, wanting to feel him come apart inside me. With a final, powerful thrust, Andy spilled his seed deep within me, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. I ran my fingers through his hair, marveling at the intensity of what had just transpired.

“That was…” I began, searching for words to describe the experience.

“Incredible,” Andy finished, his lips finding mine for a tender kiss. “I’ve never felt this way before, Ava. You’re something special.”

A warm glow spread through me at his words, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our steamy affair. As we lay there, sated and satisfied, I couldn’t help but wonder what other pleasures awaited us in this unexpected journey of lust and desire.

Little did I know that our relationship would become a secret passion, a steamy affair that would challenge societal norms and push the boundaries of our desires. But for now, I was content to bask in the afterglow of our first encounter, eager to explore the possibilities that lay ahead.

The Sloppy Cinema Encounter

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I couldn’t believe my luck when I spotted Renata at the ticket booth of the Sloppy Cinema. It was my first time at this seedy adult theater, and I had come alone, hoping to catch a late-night flick and maybe indulge in a little private pleasure. But the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew my plans were about to change.

Renata was a stunning woman, a true cougar with a body that defied her age. Her long dark blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her brown eyes that sparkled with mischief. She wore a tight leather jacket, showcasing her curvy figure, and a short skirt that hinted at her long, toned legs. I had seen her around campus a few times; she was a professor, and her reputation as a free-spirited, sexually liberated woman preceded her. I, on the other hand, was just Jerry, an average college student, shy and inexperienced, with a secret desire to be more than just a boy.

As I approached the booth, my heart raced. I had never interacted with someone like Renata before. She noticed me and flashed a smile that sent a jolt through my body.

“Well, hello there, handsome. First time at the Sloppy, huh?” Her voice was smooth and sultry, sending shivers down my spine.

I managed to stammer, “Y-yes, ma’am. I thought I’d check it out.”

She laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made my cheeks flush. “Ma’am? Oh, you’re a sweet one. I’m Renata, and I have a feeling this won’t be your last visit. What’s your name, cutie?”

“J-Jerry,” I replied, feeling my face heat up.

“Jerry, hmm? Well, Jerry, I think I’ll be your guide tonight. I have a feeling you need a little mentoring in the ways of pleasure.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she winked at me.

I was both nervous and excited at the prospect of spending time with her. “I… I’d love that, Renata.”

She paid for our tickets and took my hand, leading me into the dark theater. The place was already filled with a mix of solitary men and a few couples, all engrossed in the on-screen action. We found two empty seats in the back row, and as we sat down, I felt her warmth beside me.

“So, Jerry, tell me, what brings you to a place like this?” Renata’s voice was low, meant only for me.

I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how much to reveal. “I… I wanted to explore, I guess. I’ve never been to an adult theater before.”

“And what about the ladies, Jerry? Any special someone waiting for you back home?” She leaned closer, her scent—a mix of perfume and something wilder—invading my senses.

My face burned as I admitted, “No, I don’t really… I mean, I haven’t had much luck with women.”

Renata’s hand found my thigh, and she squeezed gently. “Oh, honey, I think I can help with that. But first, let’s enjoy the show. And maybe I can give you a little lesson in what women really want.”

On the screen, a buxom blonde was riding a well-endowed stud, her moans filling the theater. Renata’s hand moved higher up my thigh, and I felt my cock twitch in response. I had always been self-conscious about my size, and the thought of Renata discovering my inadequacy made my stomach twist. But her touch was electric, and I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.

“You know, Jerry, size isn’t everything. It’s how you use what you’ve got that matters. And I have a feeling you’re going to be a quick study.” Her breath was hot against my ear, and I shuddered as her words sank in.

As if to prove her point, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. I gasped, my eyes fixed on the screen as the blonde’s cries grew louder. Renata’s touch was firm and confident, and she began to stroke me in time with the rhythm of the movie. I had never felt anything like it.

“That’s it, baby. Relax and enjoy. I want you to imagine it’s me riding your cock, taking every inch of you.” Her words were like a spell, and I found myself getting harder with each stroke.

I closed my eyes, picturing Renata straddling me, her full breasts swaying as she moved. My hands found her thighs, and I dared to squeeze, feeling the strength in her muscles. She didn’t object; instead, she guided my hands higher, encouraging me to explore. I ran my fingers along the edge of her skirt, my heart pounding as I imagined what lay beneath.

“That’s right, Jerry. Touch me. Feel how wet I am for you.” Her voice was hoarse, and I could tell she was as turned on as I was.

I slid my hand under her skirt, my fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She was soaking wet, and I couldn’t resist dipping my fingers inside, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her.

“Oh, fuck, Jerry. You’re a natural. Keep going, baby.”

I began to finger her, my thumb circling her clit as I pumped my cock with my other hand. Renata’s head fell back, her lips parted in a silent moan. The sounds from the movie and the theater around us seemed to fade away as our world narrowed to this intimate, erotic moment.

“That’s it, Jerry. Make me cum. Show me what a man you can be.” Her encouragement spurred me on, and I increased the pace, my fingers working her pussy feverishly.

Renata’s body tensed, and she gripped my hand, holding it firmly against her as she climaxed. Her moans filled my ears, and I felt her juices flow over my fingers. I was on the edge, my own orgasm building as I watched her pleasure unfold.

“Oh, Jerry, yes! Keep going, don’t stop!” She urged me on, and I obeyed, my cock throbbing in my hand.

I came hard, my cum shooting onto my stomach and Renata’s hand, which still held mine against her. She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“That’s my boy. You’ve got a lot to learn, but you’re a fast learner. And I think I’ve found my new pet project.” She leaned in and kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth, tasting of lust and desire.

As the movie reached its climax, I realized my own journey was just beginning. Renata had shown me that I could be a man, that size didn’t define my worth. And as we left the theater, hand in hand, I knew this was just the start of my education in the art of pleasure, with the most captivating teacher I could ever imagine.

The night air was cool on our heated skin as we stepped out of the theater, but neither of us seemed to notice. Renata’s hand tightened around mine, and she led me towards her car, her stride confident and full of promise. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the night—and the future—had in store for me.

The Neighbor’s Charm

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I stood at the window, my gaze fixed on the young man across the street, his lean, muscular frame glistening with sweat as he mowed the lawn. His name was Roy, and he was the epitome of youthful vigor and charm. With his brown hair falling across his forehead and those sparkling green eyes, he looked like a fresh-faced schoolboy, but his body told a different story. He was all man, and I couldn’t help but feel a tingling between my thighs as I watched him.

I, Madeline, was a woman of a certain age, fifty to be precise, but I still had a healthy appetite for life’s pleasures. My brown hair, now streaked with subtle hints of gray, framed my green eyes and a face that had been called pretty more times than I could count. My body, though not as firm as it once was, still had its charms, especially my shapely figure and my full C-cup breasts. I had always been one to embrace my sexuality, and I wasn’t about to let a little thing like age get in my way.

As I observed Roy, I felt a familiar stirring within me. I had noticed him before, of course. How could I not? He was the talk of the neighborhood, the young stud who could do any odd job you needed with a smile and a wink. I had seen him mowing lawns, trimming hedges, and even helping Mrs. Johnson next door carry her groceries. He was a local hero of sorts, and I was determined to have him for myself, even if just for a brief moment.

I straightened my silk robe, feeling the soft fabric caress my skin, and made my way downstairs. Stepping out onto the front porch, I inhaled the fresh, grassy scent of the newly mown lawn. Roy had just finished and was coiling the power cord of the mower, his movements graceful and effortless.

“Roy, dear,” I called out, my voice laced with a hint of seduction. “Would you be interested in earning some extra cash?”

He looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my appearance. I knew I must have been quite a sight, standing there in my robe, my hair loose around my shoulders. I could see the spark of interest in his eyes, and it made my pulse quicken.

“Yeah, sure, Mrs. M,” he replied, a charming smile spreading across his face. “What do you need?”

“Well, I have a few odd jobs around the house. Some heavy lifting, moving furniture, that sort of thing. I thought you might be able to help me out.” I tried to sound casual, but my heart was pounding.

“Absolutely! I’m your guy. When do you want me to start?” Roy’s enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself smiling back at him.

“How about now? I’ll pay you well, and there might be… other benefits,” I added, lowering my voice conspiratorially.

His eyes lit up, and I knew he understood the implication. “I’ll be right over, Mrs. M.”

I turned and walked back into the house, my heart racing. I had just invited a young, attractive man into my home, and I intended to seduce him. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I quickly prepared myself, taking a long, luxurious bath and shaving my legs until they were smooth as silk. I applied a touch of perfume between my breasts, letting the scent tease my senses. Then, I dressed in a silk camisole and a pair of matching panties, choosing a set in a deep burgundy color that accentuated my fair skin.

As I heard the doorbell ring, I took a deep breath and composed myself. Opening the door, I was greeted by Roy’s handsome face, now slightly flushed from the warm summer air.

“Hey, Mrs. M,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Ready to get to work?”

“Yes, come in, Roy,” I purred, stepping aside to let him enter.

He walked into the foyer, his eyes taking in my appearance. I could see the appreciation in his gaze as he admired my curves. “You look… amazing,” he said, his voice catching slightly.

“Thank you, dear. Now, let’s get started, shall we?” I led him up the stairs to my bedroom, the room I had specifically requested his help with.

The bedroom was spacious, with a large four-poster bed and a sitting area by the window. I had a few pieces of furniture I wanted to rearrange, and as Roy entered, he immediately got to work. He lifted a heavy dresser with ease, his muscles flexing beneath his tight t-shirt. I watched, transfixed, as he moved with purpose, his body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Wow, you’re strong,” I remarked, my voice breathy.

He grinned, revealing a set of straight, white teeth. “Just doing my job, Mrs. M.”

I approached him, my hands resting on his shoulders. “You’re doing a wonderful job, Roy. I appreciate your help.” As I spoke, my fingers began to knead the taut muscles of his shoulders, and I felt him relax under my touch.

“Oh, that feels good,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

Encouraged by his response, I continued the massage, my hands gliding over his strong back. I could feel his body heat through the thin fabric of his shirt, and my own body responded, my nipples hardening against the silk camisole.

“You have such strong hands, Mrs. M,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “You should do this more often.”

“Oh, but I do, dear,” I replied, my voice a sultry whisper. “And I have other talents as well.”

With that, I slid my hands around to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as I went. His warm skin was revealed, and I let my fingers explore the contours of his chest, tracing the light dusting of hair that led downward.

Roy’s breath quickened, and he turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire. “Mrs. M, we shouldn’t…” he began, but his words trailed off as I placed my hand on the bulge in his jeans.

“Oh, but we should, Roy,” I said, my voice throaty with need. “I want you, and I think you want me too.”

He didn’t need any more convincing. With a growl, he pulled me close, his lips crushing mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into him, my hands roaming over his back, feeling the play of muscle beneath my fingertips. His tongue danced with mine, and I could taste the sweetness of his youth.

Breaking the kiss, I led him to the bed, my heart pounding with anticipation. I pushed him gently onto the mattress, and he lay back, his eyes never leaving mine. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips, and began to unbutton my camisole, revealing my lace-clad breasts.

Roy’s eyes widened as I exposed myself to him, and his hands reached up to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples through the lace. I arched my back, offering myself to him, and he took full advantage, bending his head to take a nipple into his warm mouth.

I gasped at the sensation, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me. His mouth was hot and wet, and he suckled me eagerly, his hands now roaming over my thighs, inching closer to the damp heat between my legs.

“Oh, Roy,” I moaned, my fingers threading through his hair. “That feels incredible.”

He pulled away, leaving my nipple wet and aching, and looked up at me with a devilish grin. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Mrs. M.”

With that, he sat up, pushing me back onto the bed. His hands went to my panties, sliding them down my legs, and I lifted my hips to help him. He tossed the silk aside and gazed at my exposed pussy, his eyes full of hunger.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I spread my legs for him, inviting him to explore. He leaned down, his breath hot against my sensitive skin, and then his tongue was there, licking and teasing my clit. I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets as he delved deeper, his tongue fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Yes, yes!” I cried, my hips bucking against his mouth. “Don’t stop, Roy!”

He didn’t stop. He ate me with a fervor that belied his youthful appearance, his tongue and fingers bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core, and I wanted to explode.

“Roy, I’m going to come!” I cried out, my voice high and desperate.

He increased his pace, his tongue flicking my clit with relentless precision. I felt my pussy clench around his fingers, and then I was tumbling over the edge, my body shaking with the force of my release.

“Oh God!” I gasped, my eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Roy didn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck at my sensitive flesh until I was writhing on the bed, my orgasm seemingly never-ending. Finally, I collapsed, my body spent and sated.

As I lay there, panting, Roy crawled up my body, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I opened my eyes to see him gazing down at me, his expression fierce and possessive.

“Now it’s my turn, Mrs. M,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, reaching up to trace the contours of his face. “I think I’d like that, Roy.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, but I wanted him inside me, needed to feel him filling me.

With one smooth thrust, he entered me, and I cried out at the sensation of being stretched and filled. He was thick and hard, and I could feel every inch of him as he began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. “Yes, Roy, fuck me,” I urged, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He obliged, pounding into me with abandon, his youthful energy driving him on. I matched his rhythm, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a frenzied dance.

“I’m close,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. “So close, Mrs. M.”

I felt his cock swell within me, and I knew he was on the brink. I tightened my muscles around him, milking his length, and that was all it took.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out, his body tensing as he came.

I felt his hot cum filling me, pulsing deep inside my pussy, and it sent me over the edge again. I came around him, my body shuddering with pleasure, as he continued to thrust, riding out his orgasm.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts pounding and our bodies slick with sweat. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling his rapid pulse beneath my fingertips.

“That was…” Roy began, but I placed a finger over his lips.

“Shh,” I whispered. “No need for words, Roy. Just enjoy the moment.”

He smiled, a lazy, satisfied grin, and kissed my fingertips. “I think I’ve found my new favorite job, Mrs. M.”

I laughed, a throaty, satisfied sound. “Well, I’m glad I could provide such a rewarding experience, dear. And I do believe there’s still some furniture to move.”

As I said this, I felt his cock twitch inside me, and I knew the afternoon was far from over. We had only just begun to explore the possibilities of our forbidden encounter, and I intended to savor every moment.

The Milkshake Shack Encounter

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I was sitting alone at the counter of The Milkshake Shack, my favorite diner in town. It was a typical 1950s-themed joint with red and white checkered floors, shiny chrome stools, and a jukebox in the corner, blaring out some old Elvis tunes. I had just finished my shift at the nearby office building and was enjoying a well-deserved break, sipping on a thick, creamy chocolate milkshake. As I savored the sweet treat, my eyes wandered around the room, taking in the vibrant atmosphere. That’s when I noticed her.

Carol, as her name tag read, was a stunning woman, probably in her early 40s, with a curvy, BBW figure that demanded attention. Her blonde hair, styled in soft waves, framed her pretty face, and her green eyes sparkled with a playful glint. But what truly caught my gaze were her breasts—they were enormous, the kind that seemed to have a gravitational pull of their own. They were barely contained within her tight pink waitress uniform, straining against the fabric with each move she made. I couldn’t help but stare, my mouth watering at the sight.

I felt a bit embarrassed by my bold staring, but Carol seemed to notice and, instead of being offended, she smiled at me. Her lips curved upwards, revealing a mischievous glint in her eye. I felt my face flush, and I quickly looked down at my milkshake, stirring the straw around nervously. I was William, a shy, 27-year-old online stockbroker, not used to such bold advances from women, especially not someone as confident and beautiful as Carol.

“Hey there, handsome,” she said, her voice like warm honey. “You look like you’re enjoying your milkshake. But I bet you’d enjoy it even more if you had a better view.”

I looked up at her, my eyes widening. Her playful smile had turned into a seductive grin, and she leaned closer, her cleavage now at eye level. My heart raced, and I felt my cheeks grow hotter. I was completely captivated by her beauty and the sheer size of her breasts.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stammered, feeling like a nervous schoolboy. “I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just…”

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she interrupted, her hand gently touching my arm. “I don’t mind. In fact, I love it when men appreciate my assets. And you seem like a real gentleman, unlike some of the wolves I’ve had to deal with around here.”

Her words surprised me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I took a deep breath and met her gaze. “Well, I… I guess I have a bit of a fixation with… with women like you.”

Carol raised an eyebrow, her smile growing wider. “Oh really? And what kind of women do you like, William?”

I felt my face heat up again, but I pressed on, driven by a newfound boldness. “I… I have a thing for… big breasts. And you, Carol, you have the most incredible pair I’ve ever seen.”

She let out a sultry laugh, her breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. “Why, thank you, William. That’s quite a compliment. And I must say, I do love a man who knows what he wants.”

My eyes drifted down to her cleavage again, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to touch those soft mounds, to feel their weight in my hands. I shifted uncomfortably on my stool, suddenly aware of the growing bulge in my pants.

Carol’s eyes followed my gaze, and she bit her lower lip, her expression turning thoughtful. “You know, William, I have a little secret. Something I think you might find… interesting.”

Intrigued, I leaned forward, my curiosity piqued. “What is it, Carol? I’d love to know more about you.”

She leaned closer, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, “I’m lactating, William. My breasts are full of sweet, creamy milk, just waiting to be tasted.”

My breath caught in my throat. I had always had a secret lactation fetish, but I never imagined I’d find someone who shared my fantasy. My mind raced with the possibilities, and I felt my cock twitch with anticipation.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I managed to stammer, my voice hoarse with desire. “I’ve always wanted to… to experience something like that.”

Carol’s smile was radiant as she sat back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, why don’t we take this conversation somewhere more private? I’d love to show you just how sweet my milk can be.”

I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe my luck. Here I was, a shy, average guy, about to indulge in my wildest fantasy with a gorgeous, curvaceous woman.

We quickly settled our bills and stepped out of the diner, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding me. Carol took my hand in hers, her touch sending shivers down my spine. We walked in silence for a few blocks, the anticipation building with every step. Finally, we arrived at her apartment building, a cozy-looking place with a small garden out front.

As we entered her home, I was hit with a wave of warmth and a subtle, sweet scent that I later realized was the aroma of her breast milk. The living room was cozy, with soft lighting and a plush couch. Carol led me over to it, her hips swaying seductively.

“Make yourself comfortable, William,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “I’ll just be a moment.”

I sat down, my eyes never leaving her as she disappeared into another room. I could hear the faint sound of running water, and my mind raced with thoughts of what she might be doing. Was she preparing herself for me? The anticipation was almost unbearable.

Moments later, Carol reappeared, and my breath caught in my throat. She had changed into a sheer, black negligee that hugged her curves, showcasing her enormous breasts. The fabric was almost see-through, and I could make out her hard nipples, dark and inviting, poking against the thin material.

She sauntered towards me, her hips swaying in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her breasts bounced gently with each step, and I could see the outline of her erect nipples, beckoning me to come closer.

“Do you like what you see, William?” she asked, her voice thick with desire.

I nodded, unable to speak, my mouth suddenly dry. Carol smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She sat down beside me, her thigh brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“I can see you’re eager, my dear,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “But let’s take our time and enjoy every moment, shall we?”

I could only nod, my eyes transfixed on her breasts, my cock throbbing with need. Carol leaned back, her hands gently caressing her own breasts, teasing me with every stroke. Her nipples were now fully erect, the dark circles surrounding them prominent against the sheer fabric.

“Do you want to touch them, William?” she asked, her voice laced with lust. “Go on, I won’t bite.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I reached out, my hands trembling as I cupped her breasts, feeling their weight and softness. They were warm and supple, and I could feel her heart beating rapidly beneath my touch.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her head tilting back. “That’s it, squeeze them gently. I love it when a man knows how to appreciate my breasts.”

I massaged her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, causing her to gasp and arch her back. Her moans filled the room, spurring me on. I leaned down, my mouth seeking out her nipple, and I suckled it gently, feeling her milk tease my tongue.

“Oh, William, yes!” she cried out, her hands gripping my hair, urging me on. “Suck my nipples, taste my milk. It’s been building up all day, just for you.”

I suckled harder, my mouth working feverishly, and her milk began to flow, warm and sweet, filling my mouth. I drank eagerly, my hands still massaging her breasts, and she writhed beside me, her moans growing louder.

“That’s it, my sweet boy,” she panted. “Drink it all, every last drop. I want to feel your mouth on me, sucking me dry.”

I obeyed, my mouth working in a frenzy, my tongue lapping up every drop of her delicious milk. Her body trembled as she climaxed, her hands gripping my shoulders, her breasts heaving with each breath.

As her orgasm subsided, she pulled me close, her lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I could taste her milk on her lips, and it drove me wild. Our tongues danced, and I felt her hand reach down, grasping my erection through my pants.

“Mmm, you’re so hard for me, William,” she whispered between kisses. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we? I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a very wet and wild adventure.”

I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding with excitement. I couldn’t wait to see what other pleasures Carol had in store for me. As we made our way to the bedroom, I knew this was just the start of an unforgettable erotic journey.

The Shrinking Confidence

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Jerry nervously stepped into Dr. Ava Collins’ office, his heart racing as he took in the familiar surroundings. The medical practice, with its warm lighting and cozy atmosphere, was a place he had visited many times before, but today was different. Today, he was about to reveal his deepest, most intimate secret to the woman sitting behind the large mahogany desk.

Ava, a seasoned psychologist in her early fifties, looked up from her notes, her hazel eyes meeting Jerry’s blue gaze. Her shoulder-length brown hair framed her face, and her glasses gave her an air of intelligence and authority. She was well-known for her direct approach, and Jerry had sought her professional opinion on a matter that had been weighing on his mind for years.

“Please, have a seat, Jerry,” Ava said, her voice calm and reassuring. Her C-cup breasts were subtly visible through her blouse, a hint of her femininity that Jerry couldn’t help but notice. He had always found her attractive, but today, he was more focused on the issue at hand.

The 18-year-old college student sat down, his hands fidgeting in his lap. He was of average height, with a lean, attractive build, but his confidence had taken a hit due to a certain physical attribute he believed was lacking.

“So, Jerry, you wanted to talk about something personal,” Ava prompted, leaning forward slightly, her eyes curious yet kind. “You mentioned it was regarding your… intimate life.”

Jerry took a deep breath, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Yes, Dr. Collins. I… I have a problem. A very personal one.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “You see, I’ve always felt insecure about my… my penis size.”

Ava’s eyebrows rose slightly, a look of understanding crossing her face. “I see. And how has this been affecting you, Jerry?”

“Well, I’ve never been in a relationship, and I’m afraid no woman will ever want me because of it,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s small, and I wanted to ask for your professional opinion. I mean, is it… is it really that bad?”

Ava’s expression softened, and she leaned back in her chair, considering her words carefully. “Jerry, I appreciate your honesty. Many men struggle with similar insecurities. Can I ask, how small are we talking about?”

Jerry’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he hesitated for a moment before answering. “It’s… it’s only about two inches when erect.”

Ava’s eyes widened slightly, and she took a moment to process the information. “I see. That is indeed on the smaller side, Jerry. I won’t lie to you.”

Hearing her words, Jerry’s heart sank, and he felt a lump forming in his throat. He had known this all along, but hearing it from a professional confirmed his worst fears.

Noticing his distress, Ava continued, “But, Jerry, size isn’t everything. Many women find satisfaction in various ways. It’s about the connection, the intimacy, and the skill of your partner. Some women may not even notice the difference if you know how to please them.”

Jerry shook his head, his eyes downcast. “But what if they do notice? What if they laugh at me or reject me because of it?”

Ava sighed, her expression turning more serious. “Jerry, I won’t sugarcoat it. Some women might not be satisfied with a smaller penis. It’s a reality you may have to face. But, there are also women who would be understanding and willing to explore other ways to find pleasure.”

“I-I just want to feel desired, Dr. Collins,” Jerry said, his voice cracking. “I want to know that I can satisfy a woman. That I’m enough.”

Ava’s heart went out to the young man before her. She could sense his vulnerability and the pain he carried within. “Jerry, I want you to know that you are enough. Your worth isn’t defined by the size of your penis. It’s about who you are as a person, your kindness, and your ability to connect with others.”

Her words were like a balm to his wounded soul, and Jerry felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, Dr. Collins. I appreciate your honesty. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone else.”

Ava smiled, her warm gaze holding his. “You’re welcome, Jerry. And remember, there are ways to compensate for size. It’s about the overall experience you provide. Foreplay, oral sex, and using your hands can all be incredibly satisfying for a woman.”

Jerry’s mind began to wander, imagining himself in intimate situations, his fingers tracing a woman’s body, his mouth exploring her sensitive spots. He felt a stirring in his groin, and his small penis began to harden, eager for attention.

“Dr. Collins, would it be… inappropriate if I showed you?” Jerry asked, his voice trembling. “I mean, I’d like to know if there’s any hope for me. Maybe I could… masturbate for you, and you could give me your honest opinion?”

Ava was taken aback by the bold request, but she admired Jerry’s determination to face his fears head-on. “Jerry, I’m not sure that’s necessary, but if it would help you, I’m willing to accommodate your request. However, I must ask that you respect my boundaries and understand that this is purely for professional purposes.”

“Oh, I would never cross any lines, Dr. Collins. I just… I need to know if there’s any chance for me with women,” he pleaded, his eyes pleading.

Ava nodded, understanding the importance of this moment for Jerry. “Very well, Jerry. Go ahead. Show me.”

Jerry’s hands moved to his belt, his fingers fumbling slightly as he undid the buckle and unzipped his pants. He slid them down, revealing plain black boxer briefs that tented outwards, showcasing his growing erection.

As he pulled down his underwear, Ava’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of his diminutive manhood. It was indeed small, barely two inches in length, but it stood proudly, the head glistening with pre-cum.

Jerry’s hand wrapped around his shaft, his fingers easily encircling it. He began to stroke himself, his eyes closing as he focused on the sensation. His strokes were slow and deliberate, and he bit his lip, trying to control his breathing.

Ava watched, her professional curiosity piqued. She couldn’t help but notice the way his hand moved, the way his slender fingers caressed his tiny cock. There was something incredibly intimate about the moment, and she found herself transfixed.

“How does it feel, Jerry?” she asked, her voice soft. “Tell me what you’re experiencing.”

“It feels good, Dr. Collins,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I-I like the way you’re looking at me. It makes me feel… desired.”

Ava’s heart softened at his words, and she realized that Jerry’s insecurities ran deep. “Keep going, Jerry. Let me see you find release.”

He complied, his strokes becoming faster, his breathing more ragged. His other hand reached down to cup his balls, gently massaging them as he pleasured himself. His eyes remained closed, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure.

Ava’s gaze traveled up and down his body, taking in the sight of his slender form, the way his muscles tensed with each stroke. She felt a stirring within her, a mixture of arousal and compassion.

As Jerry’s pace quickened, his breath coming in short gasps, Ava leaned forward, her voice low. “Come for me, Jerry. Let it all out.”

Her words were like a trigger, and Jerry’s body tensed, his hand moving frantically up and down his shaft. With a low groan, he climaxed, his small cock pulsing as it released a few strands of warm cum onto his hand and stomach.

He slumped back in the chair, his eyes fluttering open, a look of relief and satisfaction on his face. Ava watched, transfixed, as he gently stroked his softening penis, his fingers smearing the sticky fluid across his skin.

“Thank you, Dr. Collins,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That felt amazing.”

Ava smiled, her expression softening. “You’re welcome, Jerry. And I must say, you have a beautiful technique. You know how to pleasure yourself, and I believe that skill can be transferred to a partner.”

Jerry’s eyes lit up at her words, a newfound confidence shining through. “Really? You think so?”

“Absolutely,” Ava assured him. “But remember, it’s not just about the physical act. It’s about the connection, the trust, and the desire you build with your partner. Size is just one aspect of a much larger, more complex experience.”

Jerry nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities. “I understand. And I appreciate your honesty. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone like you.”

“Anytime, Jerry,” Ava said, her voice warm. “And remember, if you ever need to talk about this or anything else, my door is always open.”

Jerry stood up, his confidence seemingly restored. He pulled up his underwear and zipped his pants, feeling a sense of empowerment he hadn’t known before.

“Thank you, Dr. Collins. I’ll see you next week for our regular session,” he said, a smile on his face.

Ava nodded, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “I look forward to it, Jerry. And remember, don’t be afraid to explore your desires, no matter how unconventional they may seem.”

As Jerry left her office, Ava couldn’t help but wonder about the impact of their session. She knew that Jerry had taken a significant step towards accepting himself, but she also understood that his journey was far from over. The world of intimacy and desire was complex, and she was eager to guide him through it, one step at a time.

Little did Jerry know, as he walked out with a newfound sense of self, that his story was just beginning, and the path ahead would be filled with unexpected twists and turns, each one leading him closer to discovering the true nature of his desires.