Excuse the vagueness of this post, but the guilty need be protected.
I am not usually nervous about meeting guys. I have been talking to this guy for a while. We are friends and have a good connection. One that could probably be a lot more, truth be told, if things were different. Maybe that’s where my nervousness came from. He showed up and while I know I was walking, it felt like running towards him and he threw his arms around me and we hugged, hard. Like old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years- not like two people who had never been face to face before.
We talked about the day, and the usual banter we usually share. I lay down and he sat next to me his hand on my leg. I even wore a skirt to meet him, not because of the accessibility, but because I wanted to look nice. As his hand traveled up my thigh, I am certain that he could hear my heart beating. This was ridiculous. What’s with all the nervousness? I made a joke about how many lights were on and I jumped up to turn some of them off. I went by the mirror and made a quick hair and make up check, clicking off that light as I left.
He was sitting on my bed and I kicked his legs open so I was between them. He put his hands on my waist and I leaned in to kiss him. Warm, strong, familiar.
Familiar?
I pushed him back and climbed over him. Feeling his hand on me, grabbing my tits and holding my hair. He reached between my legs and up my skirt. His fingers reached into my lace panties and rubbing on my clit, pushing inside my pussy until I was writhing on top of him, unable to wait much longer for my fix.
I was so impatient it was just a minute or so before clothes were off and I was where I love to be. On my knees with cock in my mouth. His cock was full and smooth and slid into my throat again and again. The nervousness was gone and I took my time, working his cock with my mouth and hands. Savoring the taste and texture of new cock. I like to take my time, feeling it with my hands, my lips, my tongue. Looking for the sensitive spots. Sucking hard, licking soft. Feeling his hands in my hair as he gently thrust into my mouth.
I could feel my pussy soaked and wanting to be filled so when he pulled me up I didn’t hesitate. I almost came before his cock was all the way inside me. It has been so long since I have had real cock inside me. I have needed to be properly fucked for so long and my whole body was anticipating it so much I could feel my whole body taking him in, his cock invade me and I moaned out loud, “ohhh god” as I came down on him.
“Oh fuck! Your fucking pussy is so fucking tight,” he said into my mouth as we kissed, rocking back on him. He thrust upwards into me, fucking me from the bottom. “Is that what you need?” Jesus it was so good. Every time he thrust up into me, he pushed me down on his cock and my spine tingled. It took a few thrusts, before my body finally released. I wanted to cry, it was so amazing. The flesh, the connection, what my body has craved out for, for so long. Physical one on one connection with someone who truly makes me feel all of the things that a woman should feel when she’s being fucked. Safe, connected, respected, beautiful and salacious.
I came hard, again and again and probably a fourth time- each time with him encouraging me and spanking my ass hard and grabbing me by the hair the way I like it. Usually once my gspot gets going, I can get fucked and fucked until I practically pass out. He let me use his cock to release the years of frustration and find the part of me where I belong, where the Bad Girl lives and breathes. I fucked him hard until he finally rolled me onto my back and fucked me even harder than I could have imagined it. Long deep thrusts, each one sending me father back into my body until I felt him shaking and I exploded once more, grabbing on to him and pulling him deeper, deeper into me.
He collapsed on me, and we kissed again, harder- and then soft.
“Hi there,” I smiled, “So do I live up to the hype?”
“Fuck yes,” he laughed out loud. His rich laughter filling the room and breaking the haze of fuck.
Still naked, we lay on the bed staring into the ceiling. A bit dazed, like in the movies when the characters are in shock at how good it was. I turned to my side and pulled him towards me. His head rested on my breasts and our limbs were tangled.
He laughed, “You know- Miss Emotionally Unavailable, this is what we call cuddling.”
“I know baby,” I said kissing him again, “It just doesn’t happen to me very often, don’t spoil it.”
He didn’t.
