Her First Fan

Scene II

Layla wouldn’t need to wait long to see Jon again. They made a date for just two nights later. He would come to her place. Her husband would stay with a friend.

Jon arrived, set his things in the bedroom and suggested that they start by taking a shower together. Layla agreed and as they walked upstairs, Layla’s mind went wild – questioning what she was doing, how this works and who was going to make the first move.

Though comfortable with her body and though Jon had had his fingers deep within her just nights before, she found herself shy to remove her clothing. Layla shared with Jon how she felt and so they sat together – fully clothed – for a few moments, she on his lap and his arms around her.

That steadied her enough to take off her shirt, untie her capris and slide her panties down her legs until she was standing before him – as unclothed as she could be. He undressed quite unceremoniously and she averted her eyes, embarrassed to be standing opposite a nude man who was not her husband.

Jon suggested a bath. They ran the water and relaxed into the heat together, Layla lying between Jon’s legs but facing away from him. Jon gently bathed her, tenderly running the soap up and down her arms, her thighs, her strong back and shoulders. He wet and shampooed her hair, expertly foaming her locks, massaging her head and making her sigh with pleasure. As Jon rinsed Layla’s hair and began to work the conditioner in, Layla knew that her turn would soon be over and wished that this sweet moment would last forever.

Layla closed her eyes, savored the moment and then focused her attention on Jon’s body, which she had not really looked at it until just then. Strong legs, a long torso, wide shoulders and – a very large and thick cock. She doubted that she’d ever be able to fit that inside of her. Being small and on the tighter side, she didn’t usually have much luck in that department.

But she noticed that his cock was different from her husband’s. She thought, she held it and then she realized: a foreskin. Jon was uncircumcised and she was holding her first foreskin. Slightly frightened by this new object and new experience, Layla touched Jon’s cock, examined it and then wrapped her fingers firmly around his shaft.

She soaped up her hands and loved the give of the foreskin as she moved her hands down the shaft and back up over the head. It was like a game of hide and go seek and Layla became giddy in an almost-childlike way, playing with his cock and exploring this new toy.

Jon kissed her – first gently, then fervently. Layla pushed back his shoulders and looked him in the eye. “I need to tell you something. This might sound strange, but I feel the urge to tell you that I love you.”

Layla knew that what she was experiencing wasn’t “true love”, but that didn’t change the fact that she felt those words wanting to come out when sharing an intimate moment.

Jon smiled, unfazed: “So tell me then.”

They finished their bathing, rinsed off in the shower and Jon combed out Layla’s hair – sharing a moment of intimacy that Layla had never felt with anyone else. Jon, having longer hair than most, knew exactly how to comb out her locks and treat her curly hair. It was touching.

When Layla’s hair was thoroughly combed, Jon turned to her: “So, what did you have in mind?”

Layla looked down, once again bashful. She had been having dark fantasies since she was eighteen, but – feeling a bit guilty and strange about them – she hadn’t even mentioned them to her husband until a few months prior.

Layla confided in Jon her fantasy of being dominated, of being sexually pleasured against her will and being forced to like it. She shared with him her fantasy of being called into an office late at night and being bent over a desk by an older manager who takes advantage of her. She would never want it in real life, but there was something so hot about the fantasy.

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