Sex and Silence

Sex and Silence

A small silence settled. I restart the discussion on what he preferred as a session. And he flips through the book again, more quickly, and dwells on what he likes. We are talking about what he would like to do as a session.
“Are you a little muscular?”
“Not that much, a little sketched … do you want to see?”
And on that, he gets up and raises his t-shirt a little. I discovered a nice velvet skin, brown, slightly drawn abs, apparent without being too marked. It is up to see appear a nipple very small, brown. Some shaved hairs appear on the exposed chest, while a fillet of hair from the navel to the boxer of the young man. I am in turmoil.
“Very pretty,” I say in a low voice. “Nice color and it looks like velvet your skin”
“It’s sweet enough yes … you want to touch? ”
Oh yeah ! I look him in the eyes, he smiles. I hold out my hand and put my palm on her belly, I feel the abs, I touch the skin. I confirm that it is very sweet. I put my hand up to the left nipple, I put a finger on it before descending to the navel.
I am always admiring this kind of navel, full, with a nice drawing»
He keeps his t-shirt up. I look him in the eyes. He looks happy that I like it. He asks me for that, and I’m just confirming it. He is handsome, even more than I would have thought. His chest, his smile, his eyes are wreaking havoc at home. I’m crazy, my eyes are sparkling, I can not speak. Normal, my brain is down, obsessed by what I have before, by so much simple beauty.
His eyes are insistent and I understand that he saw my lump in my pants. It is not very discreet, it must be said.
“I have some scars on my back. I hope it will not be a problem for the photos.
I ask him to show them to me. He takes off his shirt and turns around. Here he is naked. The elastic of his underwear is now quite apparent, the jeans back over a black banner half of the yellow inscription Calvin Klein. I approach him, I put my hand on his back, at the place of the scars. They are almost invisible.
“How did you do that? ”
“A scooter accident five years ago. I made the con
I pass my finger on the little blister. I caress the fingertip. My comings and goings on his skin make him shudder. I am sorry for that. And in a slow motion, he turns to face me. His gaze crashes into mine, my hand remained on his skin, on his ribs. And time is stretching. I do not think anymore, I am captivated by the beauty of the young man.
In a slow motion, he turns to face me. His eyes are stuck in mine, my hand is stuck to his skin. And time is stretching. I do not think anymore, I am captivated by the beauty of the young man. Suddenly I realize, I withdraw my hand quickly, I back.
“No it will not show on the photos, and it’s not ugly, it’s your charm”
He smiles at me.

Wants to fuck right

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