Half Asleep Handjob


Half Asleep Handjob

I was lying in bed, dozing off, when suddenly I felt a hand on my thigh. It wasn’t just any hand either; it was his hand. I knew it instantly. I felt the warmth of his body against mine and a spark of pleasure ran through me. I opened my eyes and saw his handsome face leaning over me. His gaze was filled with desire and I knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted me.

He was already half dressed and I could see that he was ready to go. I quickly got out of bed, still clothed in only my undergarments, and followed him to the bedroom door. He grabbed my hand and led me to the lounge room where he had set up a cozy little area with a couple of chairs and a low table. On the table was a glass of red wine and a bowl of strawberries.

He pulled me into his lap and kissed me passionately. I was a bit taken aback by this but I couldn’t help but enjoy his passionate embrace. His hands were firm as he caressed my body, exploring my curves. I moaned as he touched me, my body desperate for more of his touch.

He finally ripped his mouth away from mine and he said to me, “I want to give you a half asleep handjob.”

I had no idea what he meant by this but I knew I wanted to find out. He gently unbuttoned my shirt, his fingers tantalizingly slow and his eyes never leaving mine. He then proceeded to massage my breasts, his hands so sure and gentle that I was almost in a trance.

He moved his hands lower, taking off my shorts and panties. He then lay me down on my back and began to caress my thighs, his touch light and gentle, as if he was barely touching me. His lips followed his hands, his tongue lapping at my skin, my eyelids fluttering as I fought to keep my eyes open.

He moved up to my stomach and I felt a spark as his lips and tongue explored every inch of me, his movements becoming more urgent as he moved closer to my most sensitive spot. He licked and kissed my clitoris until I was screaming with pleasure and my body was shaking uncontrollably.

Finally, he stopped and moved back up to my breasts. His mouth now so close to mine that I could feel his breath against my skin. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, his hands roaming all over my body. I felt lost in the moment as my pleasure and desire for him grew with each passing second.

He moved back to my clit and delicately inserted a finger into me, his thumb pressing down just above it. His movements were slow and gentle, as if he was savoring every second of this intimate moment. I felt my body grow more and more aroused as he added another finger and then another.

He increased the speed and intensity of his movements, his fingers working in perfect harmony. I felt my orgasm approaching and I knew I was in for a wild ride. I screamed out in pleasure as I felt my orgasm overtake me and my body shook in pleasure.

As I lay there, my body still trembling from the intensity of pleasure, he gently pulled his fingers out of me and kissed me tenderly.

He gently laid me back down on the bed and I was instantly asleep, exhausted by the amazing experience we had just shared.

The next morning I awoke to find him still lying next to me, his arm draped over me. I smiled at this tender gesture and I knew that this wasn’t just any handjob. It was one of the best experiences of my life and it was all due to his expert and gentle touch. I knew from that moment on that I was hooked, that no other man would do.