The Hand of Amy
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It is amazing the people you meet in life and the bonds that form from those connection. Amy was no different. We met several years ago when we both attended college. After we graduated we managed to remain in contact and became very good friends. When I became a lecturer in management I would, on occasion, reach out to her for information on vacancies at her organisation to help out any up and coming students I had. She, the HR Professional was never short of advice and guidance to assist. As we communicated we started to share little tit bits about each other’s lives. Over the years she would share more and more detailed information about her life. I obviously asked about her sexual side and her explorations as a single woman in her thirties. She was a bit hesitant at first as she was not accustomed to my openness but after a while her willingness to share some of her exploits became common place.
In this one particular case she told me that she had met a young man in his mid-twenties on one of the popular dating sites. She told me she had “analyzed” his profile and determined that he was a young stud looking to fuck a black girl. He was of a different race and religion and she said she thinks he wants a chocolate fantasy. I jokingly said to her “And who the fuck can blame him, men in their 20’s generally want to taste the rainbow”. Although we live in the 21st century, in a very diverse society old ways of thinking still persist. I tried to explain and bring some perspective of his background, upbringing and beliefs to her but it was difficult for her to relate.
Amy was an unassuming stunner. She was about five six, slim built and fit. She liked outdoor activities so she had very toned legs and ass. Her hair was shoulder length. Her skin was a copper brown, smooth and unblemished. Tits were relatively small, very “cup able” and I would tell her that “What can’t fit in a man’s mouth is wasting”. She would giggle every time I say this but it was my philosophy as well. She told me she wanted to teach this boy a small lesson and humble him a bit. “Bring him back to reality” she said. I just had two questions. “Are you going to suck his cock or fuck him?” She responded “Neither”. “So you just going to play with him?” “Yes” she responded and I could tell her wheels had started turning. I told her to tell me how it goes.
A few weeks on she called and invited me for a drink. I found this request a bit strange but she laughed and said “I have a story to tell and some material to show”. She knew this would peak my curiosity as she has shown me pics of her exploits in the past. Her code word for that was “material”. I laughed and asked her where and when. She said “the sooner the better”. I replied “No time like today”. So we organized to meet after work.
Amy arrived first at the sports bar, because I had an inkling of what she as going to tell me and possibly show me, I told her to get a corner seat with our backs to the wall. As instructed, when I got there she had managed a secluded corner seat to the far end. The location was strategic, as we could see anyone approaching. By the time I arrived she was already seated and she raised her hand as she saw me. As I approached she stood up and I gave her the customary hug and I kissed on her forehead. She smiled and invited me to sit. Without hesitation she ordered two drinks and the waiter scurried off.
We were now seated, relatively alone at the table. She looks over and says “So I have a story, right” and begins to giggle. I replied “I am sure you do”. With my response she burst out laughing and I could tell she was excited to tell me. After composing herself, she continues “Well it’s more like something to show you with some narration in between.” My curiosity vibes kicked in and my heart rate went up. “OK then”, I said as she reached into her hand bag.
She had just enough time to whip out her phone before the waiter arrived with our drinks. He rested them down and asked if we needed anything else. Almost in unison we asked for a menu and told him that would be all for now. As he left she glided her fingertip across the phone to unlock it and tapped it a few times, smirked while she waited and handed it to me and said “Take a look at this”. Without thinking I blurted out “What is this”. I was a bit loud and she started laughing. “Would you just take a look at it” she said. Hesitatingly I touched the soft play button on the screen.
As it started she launched in to a mini narration “So this is the guy I was telling you about”. The video started with a front shot of a person standing in a white towel, clearly a guy, hands on his waist. The range of the shot was from just below his neck to around mid-thigh. From his upper body and arms, the guy was a light brown hue. His physique suggested that he worked out. He was not overly done or bulky but you could tell he worked out and was “ripped”.
As the video continued, a second pair of arms appeared from behind him. With that I quickly glanced across at Amy’s hands, did a questioning nod and she replied “Who the fuck else it would be?” For emphasis I opened my eyes as wide as I could and pretended to pat down the air in front of me and said “OK ok no need to bite now”. I turned my attention back to the video only to be interrupted as the waiter returned with the food menu. I quickly held the phone to my chest, protecting the screen from view. Amy thanked the waiter and told him we need a few minutes to decide. I watched him as he walked away and quickly started back to look at the video.
I saw the second pair of hands start at the upper shoulders and quickly slid down and under the arms to reach around to rest lightly on the his chest. It moved slowly, and deliberately as if its owner was trying to read braille. The fingers glided across his skin starting at the center and pulling lightly back and across. The touches were feathery only pausing at the nipples to add effor t. She held his nipple between the thumbs and index fingers and rolled then back and forth. Sometimes it looked like she was strumming a guitar with just her thumbs. When she did this, his breathing changed slightly and his pelvic bulge became just a bit larger. Sensing this, she continued south rolling her fingers across this abs as if ambidextrously playing a piano accordion. At this moment, I paused looked up at Amy and asked “I am supposing there is more”. She nodded very animatedly and said “Yep”. We both laughed and she sipped lightly on her drink. I quietly whispered to her to place the order when the waiter arrives and she smirked in response.
As the video resumed, the hands went just a bit further down until the waist of the wrapped towel stopped them. Unwrapping presented no issues at all as the left hand tugged gently on the tucked part and without effort the towel separated. She held both sides and opened it as if she was drawing the curtains to the world. I was not prepared for what I saw next. As the towel flared open his cock swung upwards and I dramatically leaned back in my seat. She must have noticed I blinked a few times and she burst out laughing accusing me of being an ass. I laughed back and said “This thing will do some damage”. She repeated what I said, nodded, smiled and exclaimed, “Yes it will.” Clearly more interested than concerned.
His phallus was intimidating. I jokingly asked Amy if this works out separately, as it too was ripped, long, wide with a bulging head. She must have seen the shock/admiration/ contempt on my face and reminded me “Clearly we are all blessed evenly but differently”. I agreed and chuckled. His erect cock was like the love/hate villain in a movie. It looked big and bad with an air of invincibility. The veins looked like they were cloned from his forearm and glistening in the light. Interrupted again, as the waiter took the order I secured the phone to my chest again fumbling in the process.
As it resumed I saw the hands guide the “actor” to widen his stands a bit followed by the appearance of a lubricating oil. The hands unclipped the cap and placed a generous amount of lube on the head and shaft and stroked it in. The left hand capped the bottle and that was the last I saw of it. As the hands continued to work the cock I started to see glimpses of its owner i.e. Amy. I could tell she was topless and wore what looked like a black pair of boy short panties. I could also tell the cock’s owner was falling victim to the hands. He started to move and respond to the teasing. Amy would stimulate him in different ways. When he got accustomed to the right hand pronate grip she change hand positions. Her left hand was the explorer. It travelled from the chest all the way down to mid-thigh caressing and rubbing every, and anything.
As things changed with the “actor”, and he continued to submit to the sensation of the moment, Amy increased the temptation. I paused for the food to arrive and to order another rounds of drinks then my attention then shifted back to the video, where Amy had started to become more and more prominent. She emerged from the back of the “actor” and stood at his side facing him. I could not see her head or face but I could now say with certainty she was only wearing panties. She continued to caress and stroke him while making sure her nipples would brush against his arms, chest and back. She pressed and gyrated her covered pussy against his hips with slow and deliberate movements.
The view then became interrupted as she was now standing in front of him with her back to the camera. Her form was impeccable with a gentle elongated torso with slightly wide-ish shoulders and a narrow waist that flared sensually into her fine tight covered ass. She started to kiss his body and slowly work her way down. As she did, I then noticed that she was wearing some kind of masquerade type face mask. I knew the intention was to hide her identity but it also infused a sense of mystery. Maybe it was the expression on my face but she knew exactly when I had reached that point on the video and she asked “Do you like it?” I was speechless by this time but I managed as slow and long “Oh…………. Y-e-a-h”. The adrenaline had hit my blood stream and I felt it coursing through my veins, I as now becoming aroused.
I continued to watch, surprised and mesmerized by what was unfolding. Amy had worked her way down and was kissing around the base of his cock. I could see her tongue reach under his balls and slowly they swung to her lips and swung back as her tongue released then. The “actor’ was weak. He had started to buckle under the pressure and make uncontrollable sounds. She continued to lick and kiss his thighs, using her nails to lightly scratch them. This sent him wild. She made no movement to suck his cock but instead teased and tantalized him humble him. She wanted to break his bravado and it looked like she was succeeding.
While squatting she maneuvered to the back of the “actor”. She was trying to lick his balls from below but had to reposition herself to a somewhat kneeling straddle position to get low enough to reach under. She used both hands to brace herself against his legs. As she did I saw a faint outline of her pussy through her black sheer boy shorts as he leaned forward slightly. He moved his hands from his side and it appeared, from his angle, that he was bracing himself against something in front and above him.
Without notice she stood up to embrace him from behind wrapping her arms around him. She kissed the back of his neck and used her hand again to work down the front of his chest and abdomen eventually reaching his erect member. He was ready, as pre-ejaculate had started to “ooze” from his penis like a slow lava flow from a dormant volcano. Amy felt this with her hand and used it to further lubricate his cock. His breathing patterns and noises changed. He could only muster some “umm’, “hmmm” and “suuuuuuuuuuuurs” that sounded like hissing through clenched teeth. Without warning a chair was dragged into the scene and he was guided to lift a leg onto it. Amy bent over slightly and reached below and between his legs to continue to masturbate him. The stimulation became too much to bear and he started to appear helpless to the avalanche of sensation.
This final move placed him in “check mate” and started the chain reaction to his climax. With his leg up Amy quickly bent over and did a quick rim of him while still massaging his cock. His response was instant as he threw his head back uncontrollably. She increased the stroking action as his ball brushed gently against her forearm. It wasn’t long after the white lava eruption started. He let out an “Oh fuck” and his faith was sealed. His balls retracted, his body convulsed and spurts of cum left his massive cock heading skyward like water from a fire hose. The climax was so strong Amy had to help him to the chair after where he sat for a while.
I remained quiet for a few minutes after viewing. Amy also did not say a word. She wore a very smug look and was content to sip her drink. When I was able to speak I looked at her smiled and said “Well I have a request and a question.” “Go right ahead”. I said “One day you are going to tell me how you pulled that off and have you ever thought about doing me?” As the words dropped from question she burst of laughing. “In time”, she said, “In time”.