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Cathy James kept Nate, her boyfriend of six months, waiting for days—actually, it was close to two weeks. She’d asked him to withhold his orgasm until they saw one another again. Of course, he’d been more than willing to comply. She knew he’d be frustrated, yet she also knew he loved the tense, anticipatory feeling of orgasm denial. While most men found it impossible to keep their hands off their cock, Nate had assured her he could, and he would.
Flight attendants’ schedules often changed. This time was no different and she’d arrived two days early. After entering Nate’s apartment, Cathy kicked off her shoes and headed toward his bedroom after hearing strange noises. She pushed the door open and gasped.
Stretched out in all his naked glory with a pillow tucked under his head, lubricant glistened on his hands and crotch.
Wooden clothespins dangled from his nipples and with every move they quivered. His cock looked angry, as if he’d extended self-pleasuring for a long period of time. Like the many times she’d tormented him, pushed him to the limits. He squirmed, thrust his hips upward and groaned as though he was about to send a geyser of spunk into the air. God, the man was magnificent.
She stood in the doorway and watched his lanky, swimmer’s body writhe. The vision reminded her of the day they met. She’d gone to the pool with her friend, Sandra, and been abandoned when Sandra met up with a fella. Cathy had decided to stay at the pool. The tiny string bikini stretched over her abundant curves proved a wise decision that day and she’d basked in the attention of several men.
Nate had been one of those men. Tall and slender, his blond hair fell to his shoulders in thick waves. She’d noticed his wide chest and washboard stomach and wished his baggy swim trunks hadn’t covered everything from bellybutton to knees. When she’d told him he should behave or she’d spank him, he got a dazed look on his face and thrust his hands over his crotch. Cathy smiled when he snuck off into a corner, but was soon distracted by another man approaching her. She’d forgotten all about Nate until hours later when she walked to her car.