Let it go,” she says as she slides out from under me, leaving me hard and frustrated. This is gonna be a lonely night.My name is Ethan Mathews. Noth...ing really special about me, I’m an average guy with an average shitty life. I’m 5’7, 155 pounds. I’m not just nothing but muscle but I’d say that I’m pretty fit. I’m not overly huge. Just a little over 8 inches but my girlfriends tell me I’m big so whatever. I’m 17 and from a small town in Texas. I would say that I’m a good ole’ boy. But that will. You trained for years, surpassing the other young men in fleetness and strength. Your body, in the sun and sand is well-muscled and tanned, stature approaching that of the gods you've glimpsed only in the occasional painting or statue that passed through town. You know you are handsome and desirable, but you've ignored the glances of the young women (and men) in the village alike - too focused on being as strong and ready as possible before you make your way. Shortly after your 19th birthday,. Being something of an exhibitionist probably helps you in your career." Yes. I think you're right." In fact, I suspect if you think a moment, you could share with me an exhibitionist fantasy you have had in the past." You're right. I have had fantasies about showing myself. In one I am dancing naked, like in a strip bar. The men watching are kind of course and rough. I am embarrassed, but for some reason I have to dance. I have to strip. I have to let them see me naked. I have to spread my legs. She smiled, climbed on top of me, and took my cock in her hand. She rubbed the head against her pussy, then slowly, slowly lowered herself onto me. Zee held me deep inside her for a moment, leaning down to kiss me. Then she started moving up and down at a slow, measured pace.I watched the her face and was entranced by by tits bouncing gently up and down. My hands grabbed Zee's hips and her ass. We both gave ourselves over to the pleasure we'd waited so long to feel.Try as I might, I couldn't.