The Chronicles of Max Tentacles - Part one

I’m staying in a little country house just outside of your town. I have been there all summer long. I paint and write my novel in seclusion. I drive into town once, maybe twice a week, to buy groceries and supplies needed for my stay. I have seen you twice—luckily for myself—while at the store. On the third encounter, we are in a coffee shop, and when you turn around, we bump into each other slightly.

Your coffee spills a little on my shirt. I am dressed for working outside and painting, so my shirt is already spotted with paint. We catch eyes and notice the wonderful sparkle and vibrant look in your eyes. You grab my shoulder quickly out of reaction, and my muscles are slightly flexing from the spill. I wish your hand would stay there forever; it has been over four months since I have felt a woman’s touch. Your short hair smells amazing from just taking a shower, and I melt from your smile.

We have a difficult time talking because I don’t speak your language  and your English is limited, but I am able to hand you my address. You ask if I am an artist, and I offer to cook you lunch and have you over for midday coffee and maybe a walk around the little pond out back of my cottage. You agree, and my heart skips a little in anticipation. I watch you walk away, and I can’t help but notice your hourglass figure. Your round little backside sits nicely above your legs. You are petite and beautiful, and it makes me want to pick you up and carry you around. You turn to glance back at me, and we both smile. I want you to know I’m watching you walk away.

The summer house has a small, clean pond that can be swum in. It’s like a natural swimming pool with an electric pump to keep the water moving. It has one small room on the second story with a simple staircase. The kitchen is open, with lots of wood and a great stove. Lots of windows, because the old house has been modernized.

There is an outdoor shower with sparse bushes separating the two houses, and a larger lake open to the public about a ten-minute walk through the trees. You have dark blue underwear on that can be slightly seen underneath. It’s a wonderful summer dress for a warm afternoon. Your underwear is comfortable with just a little lace. It is not a g-string, but it is cut in a way that shows off your ass and upper legs.

I have a loose button-up shirt and pants that are good for painting and exercise, but they look good and are very expensive. They fit the form of my body well. I clean up the house and begin preparing the food. I shower in the big shower, the warm water running down my body, and I think about what it would be like to hold you tight against my body. I think of you squeezing my arms, and I picture your lips.

You are a little nervous as you get dressed to come out to my summer house. For some reason, you trust me. You have never done this before. I send you a text message offering that you can bring some friends if you like. I also tell you to please not wear perfume—I love how you smelled in the coffee shop. Your shampoo and your natural aroma are wonderful. I apologize for being so forward and ask if you are vegetarian.

I want to roast a chicken and some potatoes over the outdoor fire pit. Also, you should bring your swimsuit—I have multiple swimming options.

I spend the noon hour with only a towel on after I swam in the pond naked. The water was soft and cool against my naked body. I would crawl on the rocks, then climb up the big rock with a nice flat top to lay in the sun if one wished. Instead, I would dive out into the deepest spot in the pond. The mother of two toddlers and a wife to a stuffy businessman who seemed to be gone most of the day pretended not to watch, but when I was on top of the rock she was able to get a good view of me. It was far enough to feel private, but also I could tell it was an interesting spark to her long day with her kids.

My mind was on you and your petite, shapely figure as I walked back into my cottage. My penis was hanging low from the warmth of the sun hitting it, and it swung back and forth, hitting my thighs as my legs stepped forward.

As you drive to my house alone, you can’t help but think of my lips kissing your neck. But you try to think of only sitting in the garden with a refreshing conversation. It has been a long time since you have had the touch of a man who has flustered the butterflies in your soul. I wait for you—you will be in my little country house in 20 minutes.

I lay on my couch in the living space, and I look out over the blue sky through the big window. I close my eyes and fantasize about if, for some reason, you and I were making love. I wrap my hand around the shaft of my penis. It fills my large hand, and I feel it pulsate slightly. I can’t resist the desire to pull on it. I think about you sitting on top of me while you lay on my chest and kiss me gently.

I smell the coals on the fire getting warm, and it reminds me of good times in the past. I want to show you the best time. I want you to be full of joy. I’m not sure why, but I feel strangely connected to you in the most wonderful way.

I look at the clock, and I have to stop pleasuring myself. It is stiff as a board thinking of you. I stand up, and it points towards the air. I grab my balls before I put on my light blue underwear. The tip of my cock pokes out the top of the waistband, the head pressing into my belly button.

I get dressed and hear your car pull up—you are five minutes early. I am half hard as you come to the door. I see you walk up. Your hair looks wonderful, like an elf, and your yellow dress. I try to see if you are wearing a bra. Then you go out of sight, and I hear a knock at the door.

I can feel the energy from the other side of the closed door. My mind is full of wonder as I open the door and see your beautiful smile. You walk in. I give you a small hug and hold your arm a little to show you to the kitchen for a drink of your choice. I don’t drink, but I offer you a drink of your choice.

I roasted an artichoke over the fire and serve it with herb butter to dip it in. The taste of the food and the aroma ignite your spirit. You watch me cooking and walking across the room. I have full legs and a strong ass—you can recognize it by the way I walk. You watch my strong hands handling the food and cutting vegetables. You sit on the patio enjoying the summer breezes. Your legs look beautiful in the sun. Your hair moves gently in the wind. I am happy each time I make you smile and laugh.

You look at me with wonder in your eyes, and I can’t help but imagine we will make passionate love to each other this afternoon. You have some thinking to do. I see you feel your legs with your hands. I know my catering to you and my cooking is driving you wild.

I sit next to you and we have a drink before the food is ready. The chicken smells amazing and is almost done. I rest my hand on your thigh. The soft fabric of your dress feels wonderful on my hand. I try to sneak a look at your breasts. The low-cut dress gives a good look at your cleavage, and your bra does well at pushing them up. Your soft skin looks like warm velvet. We only eat a little—you want to explore the property. You ask if we can swim in the pond. We get changed in separate rooms. Your door is cracked, and I almost see you changing, but you move to the side as you put on your swimsuit.

I put mine on, and it is soft material that stretches for swimming. They are only tight at certain moments. You look fit, and I love looking at your ass when you walk. I dream about being behind you and pulling your suit down to your ankles.

You watch me dive and swim, and you are a little stunned how easily you can see the shape of my penis from under my suit. You try not to look, but every time I get out of the water to dive, the suit hugs my body. The thick head can be seen pinned against my leg as I walk.

You also enjoy the dive, and I enjoy watching your firm breasts gently bouncing. I don’t hide that I am undressing you with my eyes. You dive in, and when you surface you arrive into my arms. I hold you tight with my big muscles, and I kiss your lips gently. After a moment your tongue slides perfectly into my mouth.

You rub gently across my cock, and I can feel you take a deep breath.

After we swim, I show you the outdoor shower. I go to fix a snack and get you a drink. The water is warm, and you take your bikini off. You are naked on the side of the house with the water running down your beautiful bare breasts. There is a bar of soap and some shampoo that smells of coconut and a little lavender.

The neighbors can almost see you, and if I looked through the window I would have a wonderful view of your body, but as much as I would like, I do not want to invade your privacy.

I shower in the bathroom on the bottom floor. Once again, I have to keep myself from pleasing myself, but I make sure my cock is very clean, and for a minute I close my eyes and pretend your lips are wrapped around it and your soft little hands hold my balls.

When I walk back into the kitchen I’m dressed, and I get a slight glimpse of your breasts as you put your shirt over your head. I love the shape and how your nipples rest, pointing slightly up.

My mouth watering, I think about kissing your body as I cut some fresh fruit and light a few candles. Your hair is messy and sexy, and your wonderful dress looks better than when you first entered my cottage. I want this afternoon to last forever, and I want you to have the most wonderful time.

I sit closer to you as you laugh when I feed you a piece of melon. I tell you I know it is a little cliché, but I would like to do it. I watch as your lips gently kiss the melon, then bring it into your mouth. Your lips shine with the juice from the fruit. You ask for another, and this time you gently kiss my fingers. You laugh and put your hand on my strong thigh. I can’t hold back my desire, and I gently move your head to the side this time as I put a grape in your mouth. I kiss your neck gently. You tell me you want to go into my hot tub on the patio. You squeeze my thigh as you get up to go in the tub. 

I watch your big ass as you walk. Without missing a step, you drop your dress to the floor and step into the warm water. Your ass looks amazing in your underwear. You turn to watch me and look at the beautiful trees just off in the distance. I pull my shirt over my head, and my tan body looks brown with the sun hitting it. I pull my pants off, and my light blue underwear is tight against my cock. I adjust it so it has a proper bulge. As I walk, I see you can’t take your eyes off it, although you try to look at my eyes. You are more forward than I suspected, and you take both your panties and your bra off, throwing them to the side. You signal for me to do the same with a hand gesture—we don’t speak each other’s language. I stand up and pull my wet underwear down. The waistband has to expand to get over my large package as my underwear hugs my body. My cock drops out and dips into the water. You only get a glance of its soft skin and pronounced features, but it’s enough to seduce you completely. 

We move towards each other, meeting in the middle. My hands quickly go to your ass, and your skin is soft and smooth in the water. You look at my chest, and one hand runs along my shoulder, then down to my chest and my beating heart. The other hand grabs hold of my half-exposed cock. You pull it out of the water and point the head upwards while squeezing it gently to feel the firm texture. Then your hand slowly pulls on my already half-hard manhood. Your beautiful breasts rub against mine as I bring you close. I know now that I will fuck you multiple times this afternoon. I will fill our desire in a traditional way the first time we fuck.

 You hold my head as my lips press up against your beautiful vagina. I taste the tang and need more. My lips make love to your pussy, and then my tongue moves from the bottom of your lips slowly up to your clit. You squeeze your legs against my head. I can hear a gentle moan from deep inside your lungs.

I feel it happening again. My back and sides slowly open up with my excitement as eight tentacles push out from my body and slowly begin to move up towards you,  they are smooth and strong as they growe and slide across my wet warm body.