Women Enjoying Naked Men Ch. 03

_Oh, no_, thought Taryn. _She's going to tell us how she seduced this guy, and it's going to get me hot, I know it_.

If at that moment Taryn had been a subject in the research described in the book that had launched her journey of finding and enjoying pictures and vids of naked men with hard cocks, the plethysmograph noting the presence of lubricating juices in her pussy would have lit up like a Christmas tree.

She squirmed again in her seat.

"And then this yummy man approached me, saying he recognized me from a panel I'd done earlier that day. He wanted to know if I could answer some questions he had." The woman's eyes defocused a bit, something Taryn picked up on because she was so enthralled by the story. Suspecting what the tale portended, she was watching the workshop leader intently, as if staring at the storyteller would help her hear better.

"I told him I'd love to chat, and that maybe we could find a quiet corner somewhere. He said that'd be great because — oh, and I have to tell you that what he did next was just about the sexiest thing he could have done, and it got my juices flowing immediately — he said the quiet corner would be great because he was a little embarrassed about asking me these questions. And then he blushed. He blushed!"

The woman laughed, easy with the memory and easy with the act of telling this arousing story.

"There is nothing, and I mean nothing, sexier than a nice guy — one who's definitely not in that category of men who troll for any woman with a strapon because all they want is selfish pleasure — there is nothing sexier than a nice, handsome, in-shape, eager man who wants to be pegged but who is shy about asking for it," the woman said, putting her hands beside her on the sofa cushion and stiff-arming herself forward just a bit.

"That got me so hot I wanted to rip off his t-shirt right there and run my hands over his chest while I devoured his mouth."

The room was completely quiet, every ear tuned to the speaker's words.

"We found a table tucked into an alcove in the hotel restaurant, and he asked the waiter to bring me whatever I wanted to drink and munch on, and that he'd have hot green tea. What a gentleman!" The woman leaned forward and said, "Ladies, don't you love being taken care of by a gentleman? This guy was pushing all the right buttons for me."

_Me too!_ thought Taryn, unconsciously licking her lips at the word-picture the speaker was painting.

"Then he asked the first question, and I knew the crotch of my panties was going to be wet very quickly." Again the woman paused for effect, masterful in her tale-telling.

Taryn held her breath, waiting for the woman to say what Mr. Sexy Guy's question was.

"He said — and his voice was barely more than a whisper, and he was fidgeting when he talked to me, explaining that it was truly a stretch for him to be speaking about this with anyone, let alone a complete stranger, but that because of 'my line of work'," the woman paused, grinning, "he figured I'd heard it all before and that he believed I really did want to give good advice to guys like him — he said he'd been masturbating for a while with butt plugs because it felt really good, but now he desperately wanted to get pegged because he knew having a woman do that to him would be incredible. The problem was, even though he had no trouble getting dates since recovering from his divorce three years earlier, he had no idea how to bring the topic up when he found a lady he might be interested in pursing a long-term relationship with."

The woman stood up, adjusted her slacks a bit, shaking out one leg briefly, and said to the audience, "I have to get really comfortable to tell the rest of this story," she said, smiling and clearing her throat with a knowing nod.

The workshoppers all laughed, knowing exactly what she meant. They were eager to have her turn them all on with her erotic storytelling skills.

Taryn knew she was turned on. _How hot would it be to have a guy tell me he had been masturbating while he had a butt plug snugged up his asshole, preparing himself for the time when he'd be lucky enough for me to fuck him with my strapon?_

It would be too hot to think about right now, she realized as the workshop leader resumed her story. Taryn did not want to risk getting lost in her own X-rated daydream and miss even one word of the erotic tale the audience was listening to.

"Well, I ask you," the woman said, continuing with her story, "what would you have done if you were in my place?"

That comment brought a wave of laughter from the audience. Ms. Bawdy Storyteller was entertaining them royally and sexily.

"I could not resist the temptation of teasing him into more sexy talk, into saying things that would bring another blush to his handsome face." She then said in a stage whisper to the workshop attendees, "That just gets me so wet."

More laughter. More permission to proceed — immediately — with her sexy story.

"'So,' I said to him, 'tell me more about using your butt plugs. How long have you been sliding them into your asshole as you masturbate?' This adorable man blanched immediately. Damn! That was so sexy. I knew he was going to stumble through and answer every one of my questions after he forced out his response. He said he'd been doing it for several months."

The scenario the workshop leader was painting was really having an effect on Taryn: A handsome guy in a quiet corner of a nice restaurant admitting that he wanted to be fucked with a strapon and asking her how he could make that happen? It was almost a stereotypical set-up for a porn vid about pegging. But imagining herself in the speaker's seat at that restaurant table would be something Taryn knew she'd think about during her next masturbatory session.

"Hmmm," I said to Mr. Wants-to-Be-Pegged, "what size plug are you using now, and tell me what you do with your plug. How do you use it when you stroke your cock?"

Oh, damn, thought Taryn, this story is going to get really, really hot, she thought eagerly.

"The plug he said he was using was one I knew about, and it was-"

The woman interrupted herself, looking left to the end of the sofa where her suitcase of demonstration pegging equipment lay. "I think I actually have that model with me," she said, shooting the audience a we'll-all-pretend-this-is-a-coincidence glance. Reaching into the suitcase, she extracted a butt plug that was, while not overly large, certainly a step up from a beginner's toy.

"So I knew right then that this delicious man was a pegging virgin who was," she paused, holding up an index finger, "one, eager for his first strapon fuck and," she added a second finger to her digital count, "two, totally prepared to open up and invite every inch of my favorite double-ender inside his sexy ass."

_I SO-O-O-O want to find a guy like that!_ thought Taryn, crossing her legs yet again as she listened to this sexy tale.

"I was such a naughty tease with this guy," the workshop leader continued, placing the butt plug back in her suitcase. "Under the ruse of being an expert who was ultimately going to give him advice about how to ask a lady to peg him, I had him describe how he masturbated. I watched him blush, seeing his pretty eyes dart nervously around the room and at the table, trying to look at anything except me as he forced himself to tell me what he liked about sitting on his plug, how it felt inside him and whether he knew if it reached his prostate, how hard his cock was when he slid his butt plug in, how he worked up to the plug he was currently using, and other sexy details that just kept turning me on more and more."

Taryn knew that later that evening, after she got home, she would be re-creating in her mind the scene the speaker was describing. And she would be masturbating as she did it.

"Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I leaned over the table toward him and said his name softly, demanding his attention with my whisper."

Ms. Master Storyteller paused, reaching one hand to her neck, rubbing lightly behind her ear as she drew out the dramatic silence.

"'I'll make you a deal,' I said, holding his gaze, 'I'll give you step-by-step instructions on the best way to approach most women about having them peg you if you'll come with me right now up to my room, let me lube your sexy asshole and my strapon, have you lie back and get comfortable, and allow me the pleasure and honor of giving you your very first strapon fuck.'"

The audience was holding its collective breath.

And holding . . .

And holding . . .

"What happened?!" an exasperated guy in the front row blurted out after several agonizing seconds of silence from the storyteller. The group laughed nervously, but in a way that it made it clear everyone wanted to know what happened next.

"He did not look away, his gaze searching mine for a deliciously long time, and then he said softly, 'I would like that very much.'"

The audience sighed in relief, Taryn included.

_What a life this woman has!_ Taryn thought.

"I'll leave you to your own imaginations, ladies and gentlemen," the workshop leader said, "as I am not one to describe my own intimate encounters, even with guys such as this one, who was a one-time pegging encounter and whom I've never seen or heard from again."

"Tease!" said one of the female audience members, and everyone laughed.

The sexy story concluded the beginner's workshop. There was a half-hour break before the advanced workshop began, and people drifted to a small table of refreshments or chatted pleasantly (much laughter!) in small groups, or went straight to the area of the store where the proprietor had created a special display of all things related to pegging: lubes, dildos, harnesses, DVDs, even a richly illustrated book titled, _The Kama Sutra of Strapon Sex for Couples_.

It took Taryn all of a 10-second flip through the pages of the _Kama Sutra_ book to know she was going to buy the book right then. There were line drawings of couples engaged in strapon play interspersed with text explaining the positions, what worked best for certain kinds of stimulation, and so on. But it was the center pages of full-color pictures of a handsome couple, totally nude save for the strapon and harness the woman was wearing, that demanded Taryn's attention.

The guy was so hot, so buffed, so dreamy, and the woman doing him was trim, toned, and all natural — no fake boobs, no overplumped lips, and no ridiculous make-up. This was a natural couple who looked like they were sharing a truly intimate connection as they made love, him the receiver, her the penetrator.

The things they were doing!

His gorgeous, hard cock!

His firm, rounded glutes!

The inventive positions they were in!

The look on his face as she plowed his ass!

Taryn had seen many pegging pictures and many videos, but this book, with its pictures so explicit and at the same time so intimate, was like nothing she had encountered. It was like a coffee table book dedicated to her favorite obsession.

She closed the book quickly, not wanting to see one more picture because she wanted to turn to each page at home, comfortable (and nude) with all the time she needed to study the images, to imagine herself in the woman's place, to look at the expressions on the man's face as the woman slid her strapon dildo — a pretty, pink one, Taryn noted, guessing its size to be about seven inches long — inside the totally hot guy's willingly offered asshole.

As she headed to the check-out area to make the purchase, Taryn's imagination was racing, spurred on by the quick glance at the pictures that would not leave the mental screen of her mind. Distracted by her daydream, she almost bumped into the evening's guest expert.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said to the woman who had minutes before teased the attendees with her sexy story.

The woman turned to face her, smiling. "No problem." Glancing at what Taryn clutched in her hand, her smile broadened. "One of my favorite books. I think you'll enjoy it."

Looking sheepishly down at the book in her hand, Taryn said, "Yes, I'm pretty sure I will."

The woman laughed, leaning toward Taryn with her reply. "We'll both pretend we don't know what that means."

Seeing the blank expression on Taryn's face morph into recognition and then into nervous embarrassment, the woman said, "I'm pretty forward, you can tell, huh?"

Taryn just nodded, relieved.

"I have the book myself, and I can tell you it's one of my go-to sources when I want to, well, uhm, shall we say, 'Engage in a bit of alone time'?"

That broke the ice pretty definitively as far as Taryn was concerned.

"It does have some lovely pictures," she said, smiling.

The woman picked up Taryn's invitation for more conversation. "There's a picture in that book of the guy his back on the vanity in the bathroom, his hands gripping the edge of the counter, his knees drawn up and his head tilted back with the most arousing expression on his face. The woman has grabbed onto his thighs as his ankles are over her shoulders, and she's looking at herself in the mirror while she slides her strapon into his beautiful ass."

Taryn had not seen that one.

"That picture is so hot to me for some reason," the woman said before pausing a split-second to continue with, "like the other pictures aren't hot," followed by an expression that told Taryn exactly how much irony the woman was pouring into her comment. "It was responsible for two of my orgasms during masturbation month."

During her presentation earlier in the evening, the workshop leader — now chatting pleasantly with Taryn like the two of them were at some mundane event, killing time with idle talk — had told the group about the origins of masturbation month and how she celebrated it each year with blog postings describing what pushed her over the edge to orgasm during that day's masturbation session.

"Have you ever pegged a guy?" the woman asked.

Now more at ease about the conversation, Taryn replied without hesitation. "No, but I really would like to try it."

"Trust me. You'll like it."

They grinned at each other.

"No, you'll love it!"

That comment was the opening Taryn wanted: a chance to talk to the pegging expert about making her fantasy become reality.

"I guess the fact I'm here for your workshops kind of proves the fact that I expect I will love it," Taryn said, smiling. "But I am so eager to do this with a guy, to see how it feels and what it's like with a real man instead of just practicing with my strapon and fantasizing I'm with a man who is loving what I'm doing to him."

"How do you practice?" the workshop leader asked, reaching for the book in Taryn's hand. "I mean, how would you practice doing something like this if there weren't a guy to be sexy with?" She pointed to a page with a picture of the couple demonstrating guy-leaning-over-coffee-table-woman-behind-him position.

Taryn took the book back from the woman, now comfortable enough with her conversation partner to reach for it, while saying, "Please, I don't want to see any more pictures until I'm home."

They both laughed.

"But I actually have practiced that position, though not with a double-ender. I only have a flare-based dildo for my harness."

Feeling like an initiate who'd just received her journeyman's license to peg after being in the woman's workshop earlier, Taryn was delighted to find the lingo rolling off her tongue with such ease.

"So, do you pile up pillows in front of you and practice thrusting into them or something?" the woman asked, slight puzzlement on her face.

"No," Taryn responded, laughing, "though I did do that early on, before I found the male masturbator with the locking clamp on its base."

More puzzlement from the workshop leader, now leaning forward to gently touch Taryn's elbow and indicate with a nod of her head the area of the shop where the chairs were set up for the audience. "Why don't we sit down for a few minutes to talk. I definitely want to hear more!"

Taryn was delighted at this display of interest from the evening's featured speaker.

After they sat down, Taryn described the masturbation toy she'd bought, how she'd found multiple surfaces around her loft to which the device could be fastened, and how she then was able to practice her strapon-fucking movements in various positions.

"It has worked out pretty well, I think," Taryn said, "but I won't know, of course, until I get the opportunity to use my strapon with a man." Noticing the woman's continued expression of interest as an invitation to more talk on the subject, she elaborated. "You know, I've found it really difficult to find decent pegging videos, and one of the reasons that so many are bad, apart from all the BDSM and humiliation and sissification stuff that I'm just not into, is that the women are so obviously unpracticed-"

The workshop leader interrupted gently. "You mean because they look stiff as boards, moving their entire bodies from hip to head as if they're bolted upright and don't have flexible spines?" she asked with a grin.

Taryn laughed. "You've noticed?"

"That's what I mean about us ladies needing to practice to get used to having a cock and using it in the way guys are so natural with," the woman said. "It sure sounds like the set-up you've described would've helped me before my first time with a man."

"Now that I've been in your first workshop session and heard your advice," Taryn replied, "I'm eager to get a double-ender and try using it with my practice toy."

"I am fascinated," the workshop leader said, placing her palms on her knees and leaning back slightly. "It sounds like what you have devised is an inventive solution to the practice problem I have described often: wielding a cock and screwing a man just aren't natural movements for us women, and we need a way to get that sexy, rocking and gliding motion down pat before we slide our strapons into the first male ass we penetrate."

This woman certainly had no compunctions about speaking frankly, but Taryn loved it — the topic was her favorite, and she felt proud the expert was complimenting her on her creativity in finding a good way to practice strapon fucking.

"You know," the woman said, the gears turning in her mind obvious to Taryn, "this practice solution of yours might mean your first time out with a guy could be successful even if you're using a double-ender."

Now THAT was the biggest compliment she could have received from the pegging expert.

Taryn knew she'd be back at the pegging paraphernalia display that evening, searching for the double-ended dildo the workshop leader had indicated during the first session was her favorite.

"Yes, it's really important to me that the first time I peg a guy should be good for both of us," Taryn said, reaching down to lean the book against the leg of her chair as she continued her conversation with the evening's featured presenter. "There's a guy I've been out with a few times, a professor at the university, and I-"

"Let me guess," the woman interrupted. "You're a professor, too?"

Taryn nodded.

"Just something about you," said the woman. "You're obviously a professional woman. You speak well. You come across as extremely intelligent."

Flattered, Taryn said nothing.

It was strange. Such a comment from someone else who worked at her university, or any other university, would have been demeaning. Sexist, even. But from the workshop leader, it was a compliment.

Why was that?

"In my experience, guys of a certain type are attracted to ladies like you . . ." the woman paused, quickly grinning, ". . . ladies like us!"

They both laughed.

"Guys attracted to you will probably be guys who aren't the ones just looking for the strapon and not the woman wearing it. That is, if they know they want to get pegged."