A Shell of A Man

Before I could respond, she reached out once again and aggressively, pulled me on top of her. She caressed my hair with both hands as our tongues played tag; her right knee was digging into my crotch, rubbing the growing bulge in my pants. "What's this??...... awww, you like me don't you sweetie?" she teased.

She proceeded to unbutton my shirt, slowly running her left hand inside, rubbing my hairy chest.

"A nice hairy chest. I love hairy men. So manly. All real men have hair." She exclaimed.

I was so completely lost for words, that I said the first thing that popped in to my head "You, you're amazing. I dream about you. I dream about touching your tits and sucking on them, they are just so---"

Out of nowhere, Babs broke out into uncontrollable laughter. This went on for several minutes as I sat there, feeling every little bit silly and pathetic. After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped laughing, composing herself.

"oh my! Do you want to see my breasts honeybunch?" she teased

"Oh god yes! really?? Yes, yes I do!" I must've sounded like a teenaged boy.

"Well, that's a right you have to earn." She said with a serious tone.

With that, separated herself from me, sitting on the other side of the couch.

"I hope I didn't say anything wrong" I said

She took a large swig of wine before shooting a look at me.

"Get undressed."

I looked over at her in terror, 'did she just say what I think she did?' She was so straightforward, so in charge, so dominant. This was her show, she was the boss. She stared at me and assertively, she continued...

"Didn't you hear me kid?"

Nervously, I arose from the sofa standing before her.

"Go on" she cooed me on, taking another sip of wine.

I proceeded to remove my shirt, placing it on the sofa beside her. Then I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the ground. I stepped out of them, one leg at a time, folding them, placing them on the sofa beside her.