Twas the Night Before the Contest....

Dave and Diane were in their hotel suite the night before the contest.  Diane had just hung up her pantsuit jacket and placed her heels at the foot of the bed.  Dave was still in his blue jeans.  Diane sat cross legged on the bed.  “All right, muscleman, get into your posing trunks and go through your posing routine.”

Dave took his clothes off and slipped on his trunks while Diane lay on her side with her feet on a pillow.  When Dave was ready, she said, “OK, muscleman, strut your stuff.”

Dave went through his posing routine while Diane watched in rapt attention.  “What a body!  Dave, you simply can’t lose tomorrow!  If the judges don’t declare you the winner, they’re blind.”

“Joe told pretty much the same, except they should turn in their judging cards.”

“Well, then they’d be both blind and incompetent.”

Diane sat on the bed and pointed to her lap. “Park it, muscleman,” she ordered.  Dave sat on her lap and after they kissed, Diane outlined his pecs with her finger.

“You know, Diane, an athlete’s not supposed to have sex the night before a contest.”

“There’s sex and there’s sex,” cooed Diane.  “Lie down, muscleman.”  Dave complied and Diane straddled him.  She massaged and squeezed his pecs.

Dave joked, “More than a handful is a waste.”

She kneeled on the floor and ran her hands over his brick like abs.  She grabbed and groped his crotch.  Dave felt his penis grow rigid. She ran her hands down the insides of his thighs and kissed and licked them. She did the same with his calves and kissed his feet.

Dave heard her purr, “My, what a hard-on you have,” as she ran her hand over the front of his trunks. 

“I have a great partner.  You always make me as big as a house,” Dave joked.

He watched intently as Diane slipped off his trunks and revealed his huge erection.  He noticed the hungry look she always had when she gazed at his erection.  A starving man looking at a steak couldn’t have looked hungrier.

“Hand me a condom off the nightstand.” Dave complied and watched her slip on the condom.  She clapped her mouth around the erection.  Dave knew that she was going to suck him out like a water pump.  After a moment of Diane’s voracious sucking, Dave felt himself ejaculate.  Diane sat back with a kittenish smirk on her face.  “There is no greater pleasure than blowing a hot blond.”

“Unless it’s fucking one,” Dave replied.

They grinned at each other.

Diane went into the bathroom and came out with her customary wet cloth.  “Time to take care of me, right?”

“Right,” she replied.  Dave watched as she slipped off the condom and cleaned his penis.

“Diane, I know your slipping the condom on is sexy but why do you use it for oral sex?” inquired Dave curiously.  “You can’t get pregnant that way and there’s no fear of any std.”

“I don’t want you ejaculating in my face.  It’s easier to clean your penis than my face.” Diane explained.

She stretched and yawned.  “Time to go to bed, darling. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

Dave slid under the sheets.  Diane slowly removed her shirt, dangled it and dropped it. She unhooked her bra and did the same thing.  Then, she slowly slid down her pants and stepped out them.  She was clad only in her panties and nylons.  She slid the nylons off and finished by slipping off her panties, dangling them for a moment and then dropping them.

She stood nude with her hands on her hips.  “I should learn to be a stripper or a belly dancer.  I think it would be a lot of fun.”

“I certainly think it would be a lot of fun,” Dave answered.

Diane smiled.  “I’d probably write an article for Cosmo. ’The Fun Way to Seduce Your Husband.’”

“No doubt it will be a blockbuster,” predicted Dave.

“Well it’s time for bed,” she said.  And so, the elegant, sensual and very nude Diane H. Hanson slipped under the bed sheets.