I got down on my knees to adjust the rear derailleur on a specialized como 3. He walked over to check my work and when I turned around his crotch was at eye level. I licked my lips and looked up at him. The heat in my eyes made him startle and freeze, but a moment passed and they narrowed and he gave me a small smirk. I reached for his crotch and his eyebrow raised. I passed my hand gently over the hard...denim of his fly. Enjoying the twitch of his member. At the front of the shop we heard the bell of the door jingle and the other mechanic greet a couple inquiring about our bicycles. We knew we had some time. I bit my lip and looked back up into his sea glass aquamarine eyes. Undoing the button on his pants, I held his gaze and the heat exchanged could have melted plastic. I took my time, sliding the fly down one metal click at a time. His red boxer briefs could barely contain his erection which leaked into a small wet puddle, leaving a mark. I gently caressed his cock, feeling it flex against my hand, enjoying the anticipation of putting it in my mouth. Imagining the sweet, salty flavour of his pre-cum. I pulled down pants and boxers, his throbbing dick getting caught on the waistband of his boxers, I eagerly reach inside and grip the smooth pole releasing it and feasting on it with my eyes. He let out a small groan and I look up to see his eyes unfocused. I push him back against the work bench, crawling forward on my knees, feeling the grit from the floor digging sharply into them reminding me that I'm not dreaming. He rests his hands on the bench bracing himself as I lean in to slip the tip of him into my mouth, a little lick a small suck. Feeling his ridges with my mouth and tongue, exploring and conquering. His breathing becomes shallow and I smile to myself, wondering if he'll be able to keep it down as I slid him further down my palette. His hands grip the edge of the work bench and he closes his eyes tightly, pressing his lips together to stifle a moan. I lean in, taking as much of his dick as I can down my throat. Sighing to relax it, resting my hands on his hips. He presses back against me, looking to make sure I'm okay, his sweet gaze melting my heart and fuelling my passion further. I slide up and down getting his nice and slippery and wet. I place one of his hands at the back of my head and he gently caresses and massages my hair, further relaxing my throat. I slide my hands around his hips kneading those bicycle-tuned glutes for a moment before finding a firm grip and pulling his body towards my face. His hand pauses on the back of my head gently pushing before resuming his caresses. His other hand comes around and joins in petting my face and hair. I bring my hands around to grip the base of his cock and go to town sliding up and down. Suddenly, we hear the other mechanic calling for help from the front. We lock our eyes and I quickly stand up and drag my sleeve across my mouth, giving him a wink before I turn around and flounce off to the front leaving him fumbling with his zipper.
I've always had a thing for younger men so when I applied as a bicycle mechanic and the owner included one of the other mechanics, young Leonard in the interview, my mouth went dry. He was quite a bit taller than me with a sturdy frame and a gentle but confident gaze. I took a deep breath and made casual conversation with him trying not to oversell myself and give away my nerves. With pride I told him about my skillset and he replied with words of encouragement. A nice contrast to the men from other shops I applied to who asked questions of me with authority and command. Not people I particularly felt like working with, or especially under, in what is already a male-dominated industry.
The owner walked back in and relieved some of the sexual tension in the room and Leonard carried on with his work passively listening to the rest of the interview. That evening when I got a call that I would start in a couple days, my lady parts responded with delight. My mind on the other hand, was chagrined, understanding that working with a sexually arousing individual would make work more fun, but also had a lot of potential for complication. How was I going to navigate this attraction without causing myself undue stress?
Leonard wasn't there on my first day so I had an opportunity to get my bearings before my animal brain took over control. So on the second day, when he took charge of teaching me, I had to take deep breaths in between lessons. The heat of his body just behind me as he oversaw my work was crazy-making and the warm ocean green of his eyes reminded me of home. I peppered him with questions designed to assess his mate compatibility outside of his devastatingly good looks. I tried to focus on his acne and other flaws to bring myself down from my want for him. I gathered information and mentally construed it to deny compatibility, only to leave that day feeling that I had been so obvious and crazy in my interrogation. How embarrassing. Can I turn off my lady parts?
Finally, I became comfortable enough to stop interrogating and start sharing. Leonard was an attentive listener and more intelligent that I realized at first glance. His youthful and sporty appearance hid his education and it came through as he finished my sentence when I was describing the nuances of why I felt passionate about group process. I was surprised and enjoyed the warmth of the hand he offered me as I took some screws out of it to help him put the hub back together.
On our last day together for the week, as I was about to pedal off Leonard caught my attention and using his slow cadence he told me that I would succeed at my mechanical efforts, holding me down with every words as my brain told me to run away from this sizzling hunk of a man. The other mechanic observed us and before I could assess what he was thinking I pushed out a quick 'thank you' and took off. On my ride home I couldn't help but wonder if he was so through and encouraging in all areas of his life, not just mechanics and conversation.
My friend grinned at me mischievously. Though we had known each other for several years I had only briefly felt attracted to them, in response to their overt sexual interest in me, as we settled in to our platonic and emotionally supportive dynamic. They reminded me too much of my father to feel any sense of romantic interest. Now though, after getting to know each other so intimately, the feelings stirred. Our intellectual compatibility and my increased confidence in their company lead to a curiosity, "what would physical intimacy with them be like?" A curiosity worth exploring in words at least.
We shared similar emotional nuances and I felt understood by them in a way that I hesitate to discuss with most people. My fears and concerns and random thoughts that popped into my head were all safe to share with Alex. They shared with me often and regularly without the feeling that we needed to be available when the other was in crisis because we both had a multitudinous support teams which we had meticulously crafted.
Sexy? Their tattooed body that was a mismatch of their musical interests and general principals that they valued and lived by. It was chaotic, much like they initially appeared to be, but actually I found them quite steady as a friend. Reliable. True to their word. Honest. Authentic.
Their beard was a major obstacle for me. I didn't want all that hair near my mouth and it was another trait that reminded me of my father who had had a beard my entire life. Could a beard be enough of an obstacle to exploring sexual fantasy with this person?
I choked back my disappointment hoping that my inquiry into Leonard's injuries would lead to him lifting his shirt and giving me a pleasant view. I guess they had healed and I tried to be happy for him pondering if I should ask if he took any photos. We hadn't been around each other for a few weeks due to his injury so he was not able to work. I missed having his quiet and grounding demeanour around. I guess it wasn't just his physicality that drew me in, but it felt like he really listened and cared about what I had to say. Whenever I spoke to our other mechanic about the unjustices I observed in the world, he seemed to quietly support me with a resounding, "that's right!" I didn't want to look into it too deeply, but it appears that we had similar viewpoints on a few things.
The only problem was that he was a drinker. This is a pretty massive problem as far as I was concerned and had come up in conversation several times in our short time working together. It even led to me thinking about drinking, wishing I wasn't sober, and actually having a drink in a situations where I didn't predict alcohol would be a factor. I didn't like to admit the amount of influence that my attraction to him had over me. It was embarrassing and cruel. Is someone's drinking habits enough of an obstacle to prevent exploring sexual fantasy?
To be honest, it makes it even more appealing. Forbidden fruit. The less available someone is, the more they appeal to me. Is this really true? What does availability really mean? I just never want to go back to being with a Zack. Such a lovely man and so easy to ignore his voracious addiction because of it.
It's hard to pull my attention away from Leonard's sex appeal. He seems to emanate a wall of heat when I'm close to him and he doesn't move out of the way when I do get close. He appears to be oblivious of personal space perhaps from working in the tiny shop for so long.
It makes my knees weak to remember my body brushing past his. I turned away so my breasts didn't touch him because that felt inappropriate. Some of my physical boundaries are in tact, but my emotional and fantasy boundaries are extremely loose. Maybe I should still a screwdriver in them and tighten them up. It might be an opportunity to set some and see what that's like. I could experiment and see how it makes me feel. Part of me is enjoying this crush, but I also don't want to be drawn to individuals who prioritize drinking. I've been there and done that and I'm ready to move on no matter how sexy someone is.
I return to what I was doing, checking the fasteners on the bike. I notice if I'm quiet, he's usually quiet unless I ask him specifically about bicycles. Then he can go on for awhile.
I just wanted to know what it was like for him to focus that kind of attention on my body. He obviously had the ability to learn the minute details of something. Would he apply that same kind of attentiveness in the bedroom? Examining every part of me and seeing how it works. Checking my face for signs of pleasure and pain and memorizing how to illicit each reaction from me. Would he even have the confidence for this kind of play? Or would it take some time to get to know each other with our clothes on before it could happen?
Another experiment for me, spend time in close quarters with a very attractive individual and not physically act on it for a time. Just breathe and focus on my work. My hormones might be synchronized swimming, but they are only a part of me and my intelligence is almost as strong. It can at least have input before I makes decisions and it can guide me into safer situations when I interact with him. I can think my way out of this! Not really, but I can notice the sensations that the idea of him elicits and I can accept them as sensations separate from behaviour and action.
He wraps his beefy hands around my bird-like wrists and gently pins my hands above my head, his eyes searching mine to ensure I feel safe. Smiling mischievously, I peck him on the lips and our eyes dance a slow waltz with each other. I love the buildup. It's my favourite part. Seeing how riled up we can get one another before someone gives in. Cat and mouse, with love and care. I long for his hands and his mouth on my body, but I'm in a winning mood and I look at him coyly. 'What yah feeling like doing tonight?', I tease. His eyes darken and his gaze slides down to my heaving chest. His lips part and he pushes his chest against mine before lowering his mouth gently onto mine. He kisses me slowly, taking his time, being thorough. Discovering my mouth for the first time. Tasting me and savouring it in his memory. I moan gently and I feel his cock flex against my thigh. He pauses and I catch my breath, feeling like I'm melting. Warmth is spreading through my pelvis and I feel my vulva pulse. My resolve to win our teasing game begins to slip away. I press my thigh more firmly against his stiff member. He slips his hands down my back and scoops me up under my bum, wrapping my legs around him and lifting me. He carries me into the bedroom and gently lies me down on the bed underneath him being careful not to put his elbows on top of my hair. The heat of his body is cozy and I close my eyes in warm bliss. He's careful not to lean too much weight on me and he moves next to me admiring the look of contentment on my face. When I open my eyes and see him watching me I grin and roll him over to hop on top of him. I move my hips and slide my vulva up and down his cock through his jeans pinning his hands over his head for a change. I give him another peck and then put my ear over his heart and listen. We synchronize our breath together, finding a rhythm that feels easy. After a few minutes pass, I start to wriggle impatiently, my wet cunt urging and reminding me that it wants to be filled. He sits up and kisses me deeply while I continue straddling him. My hands run through his hair, tangling in it, feeling it's texture, searching for something to hold onto. He reaches down and tugs at my shirt. I lean back and lift my arms so he can pull it up over my head. We continue kissing and he caresses my lower back with the tips of his fingers, his callouses scratchy and sexy on my sensitive skin. I dry hump him through his pants, my skirt draped around us. His hands move down to my hips squeezing and pulling them closer and more firmly against him. We breath hard, exerting ourselves. I start to feel like I'm getting close and I catch his eye to inform him. He looks surprised and delighted, grinning mischievously himself and slowing down, watching me pout in return. He lies me down and pulls my skirt and panties off in one swoop, leaving me in my bra which I quickly pull over my head and toss along with the rest of my clothing. He remains dressed, eyes raking my body with excitement, lingering on my taut nipples and puckered belly button. 'You're beautiful', he breathes appreciatively before lowering his mouth to my right breast. He kisses around the nipple first, then cupping me in his hand he gently takes the entire nipple into his mouth and compresses his lips over it. Warmth spreads through my whole body and my back arches involuntarily. A moan escapes my lips and he suctions my nipple further into his mouth, digging his fingertips into my back. I dreamily look down at him and then push him away, flipping him over and stripping his clothes off with my clumsy hands. I want to see him naked. I am not disappointed at the view and I kiss my way down his belly coming face to face with his raging hard on. It flexes as I wrap my hand around its base and closing my eyes, I inhale his musky scent. With my other hand I cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze, looking up at him and gauging his response. He stiffens with pleasure, his eyes going hazy. I slip the tip of his dick into my mouth and taste his delicious salty precum. I grab his wrists and place his hands on the back of my head, encouraging him to guide me at the pace that feels best for him. He grips my hair and gently and slowly lowers my mouth over his engorged penis. I grip his testicles to steady myself. I enjoy the sense of power that I feel pleasuring him. Feeling his hands guiding me at a faster pace and his excitement increases. I resist, teasing him, pulling him out of my mouth and slowly licking the length of his dick watching it glisten and examining its details. The foreskin pulled back so I can see the mushroom shape of the head. I stroke it with my head, smearing my saliva over it and enjoy watching the head bob in and out of sight like a game of peek-a-boo. I giggle and he swats at me playfully, moving over me and tickling me. I fight back and yell, no! no! no! in bursts through my laughter before he stops to make sure I'm enjoying it. We smile at each other and then he brings his dick close to my dripping vulva. I feel the heat of it agains the tender skin. I reach out and press it against me allowing him to slide up and down my wet slit. We both breathe in sharply as the head makes contact with my swollen clitoris. I push him down and line him up with my vagina before looking up at him and drowning in each others eyes as he slowly and meticulously slides into me, allowing my folds to part and invite him further in. Once he's at the hilt, he pauses and we take a couple of breathes together before he pulls slightly out and then slides back in. We both moan with pleasure and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist before angling my hips upwards. He leans over me and begins to pump in and out, I whisper in his ear, 'I'm winning', with a playful grin on my face. He smiles, and his eyes remain closed but he rolls us over into cowgirl position. He commands me to come sit on his face and I comply. His mouth gently suckles my tender, swollen vulva and it feels like seconds before I cum hard on his face, his hands hold me against his mouth, but his tongue slows down as the orgasm tremors though my body. I lie down next to him and he spoons me holding me close, his dick still hard against my back. He whispers back, "Who's winning now?" After a few minutes of rest, I turn around and straddle him returning to cowgirl. His now soft cock begins to stiffen under my still wet pussy as I slip and slide around. I quickly slide it inside me, much more impatient than he is. I bounce up and down on his dick, eager and excited to pleasure him. He matches my pace pumping up as I grind down. My breasts bounce up and down with the force of our bodies making contact with each other. He steadies my hips over his with his hands. As he gets closer to orgasm, I feel my own starting to build. I tell him I need a littl more time and he slows down looking lovingly into my face. He asks me how I want to cum this time, and I jump off him and position myself on my hands and knees in front of him. He kisses my wet vulva and then slides himself into me from behind. Always slowly at first to make sure he doesn't hurt me. This is something that I love about his lovemaking. Then he quickly increases his pace, his desire to cum inside me consuming him. 'How are you doing?' he asks. 'I'm so close', I respond in staccato. 'Are you ready?' he asks. "Yes!", I shout. He puts his head down and pumps into me in a quick rhythm as we both groan out our orgasm together. Slumping into the bed a sweaty mess afterwards, catching our breath. I think we both won, I giggle as he pulled me close and kissed me on top of my head. 'Everyone's a winner here', he agreed with a smile. We both fall asleep quickly, exhausted by the exertion. But 8 hours later, as the morning sun begins to pour through the curtains, I shimmy into his crotch feeling his cock respond with gusto.
