Page 9 of Man Hands
Ihave entirely lostmy mind. It’s somewhere on Braht’s pretty lawn, beneath awillowtree.
And good riddance. I don’t care that I’ve lost my mind, because I’ve found my vagina. My poor neglected vagina that’s been ignored for so very long. In fact, all of me has been ignored for so very long that it takes me a few moments to realize that I am wrapped around a perfectstranger.
The gardener breaks our kiss for a second, and I realize that I’m in a room. A garage? I take a quick look, and I see a sailboat that someone’s working on. It’s all sleek and shiny. There’s the smell of paint or turpentine and man. I really don’t know anything about boats, but even I can tell this one looks expensive. It must be, because it’s made ofhardwood.
I love hardwood. Speaking ofwhich…
There’s a man standing between my legs, and I’m sitting propped on a pile of cushy boat seats, and I’mpanting.
“Hi,” he says. One word and I can tell he has the voice of pure sex. Sex and testosterone and probably bullfighting or something. He’s no Steve, that’s for sure. And then he smirks. It’s the cutest fucking smirk I’ve ever seen, so I just lean in and kiss it. He hasn’t shaved in a few days or maybe this is his natural state, I don’t know, but he’s a little sandpapery. I need to be smoothed down. Ireallydo.
Then I realize I didn’t answer him. Where are my manners? I pull away and I say—actually I just sort of breathe it—“Oh.Hi!”
We stare at each other for a beat. And then he’s kissing me again, and I’m back on the stack of cushy seats, and my legs are wrapped around him, pulling him in close like I’m reeling in abigfish.
He reaches for the ties on the side of my dress, and then he stops kissing me and says, “MayI?”
May I?What gardener talks like that? Whathumantalks like that? I nod eagerly. His muscled arm gives one quick pull, and the bow loosens and my wrap dress is no longer wrapping me because he’s pushed it wide open, exposing all of me to the hungriest gaze I’veeverseen.
Another sound is tugged from his chest. It’s soft and low and needy. We’re so close together that I feel the vibration against my lady parts. The room swims a little. I’m so far out of my element it’s not evenfunny.
Thank god I’m not wearing the grannie panties and the sports bra! (I loveyou,Ash!)
He leans over me, and I arch up, looking for another kiss. But his mouth lands on my neck instead. I move my chin, giving him permission, and I’m not disappointed. He drops eager, open-mouthed kisses down the underside of my jaw, and then trails them downmyneck.
I’m vibrating again at the very first one. It’s been a million years since anyone worshiped me like this. He dips lower, his tongue skimming the swells of my breasts. He makes this little “uhng” grunt. It’s a deep grunt. A grunt that would certainly make me have an erection if I had a penis. I feelsomething,and I think I’ll call it a ghost erection. Man, am I hung! And I arch alittlemore.
Somewhere in the back of my consciousness a few of my brain cells attempt a moment of clarity. I’m vaguely aware that I am hardcore making out with a man I just attacked in the garden of a stranger’s house while my ex played hand paddle with some beautifulcollegegirl.
But clarity is overrated. And carpegardener.
I grab this man’s hand and put it right on my bra-clad tit. He makes another noise of approval and cups my breast.YEAH!I hope I didn’t yell that. But it really doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters at this very moment is his man-paw and my nipple underneath thatfabric.
This is happening. This is real. I can’t breathe. I don’t evenwantto.
8Thanks,Man
Tom
Ihad a brain,but it paused for a commercial break about fiveminutesago.
This is not part of my regularly scheduled programming. But all I can do is kiss this woman and her beautiful round body and the rise of her glorious tits. I sort of want to plant my face in there and root around for something.Christ.
I can’t stop kissing her. I want more than just kisses, but my brain is broken. My hands wander artlessly over her soft skin. I had just enough mental power to ask her permission, and when she granted it, I could onlyplunge.
Plunge is an apt word. I reallywantto…
Yeah.
So far, it’s just my hands moving over her curves. God, what fucking curves. My ex-girlfriend was so skinny that it was like trying to have sex with a stack of twigs. I was always afraid I’d snap her into pieces. When you want to fuck someone, you don’t want to worry about breaking her in half. You want her to be able to take you. Allofyou.
This woman, though? Fuck. She’s awoman. She’s solid, in the best way a person can be solid. And there’s plenty for me to holdonto.
She lifts her body toward mine, her tongue finding my neck, and I just go for it. I reach behind her and—with more tugging than a man who’s good with his hands should need—I unhook her bra. Several more of my hard-earned brain cells go up in smoke as I watch her breaststumblefree.
Holy bazongas,Batman.
This is probably a fever dream. Maybe I gave in and drank one of Braht’s designer drinks and got loopy. This can’t be real. All this perfect boobage in front of me, free for the taking into my mouth. And I fucking do it. My tongue is all over her, taking her nipple against my tongue and sucking until itpuckers.
