First story I ever wrote for an old FWB. [FM]

‚Äč It's a later time in life, and we are living on our own. I have a small get together, close friends only, and you are of course invited. We talk and joke and play games, and it gets really late when everyone else leaves. As you are leaving you discover your car has a flat and you have no spare. You try to call some people to pick you up,but it is too late. You ask if you can stay the night and I kindly let you stay. I show you to the guest bedroom and I leave to shower. You sit on the bed then hear the water running. When you hear the water turn off you venture to find me. You walk into the master where I am and discover me wrapped in just a towel. You start to turn around but I tell you to stop and that its fine. You walk in and ask if I had any extra baggy clothes that you could wear as pajamas. I tell you to come with me as we go to my closet. You look through some of my baggier things as I put my hand on your back. You continue looking but are a little bit shaken. You find a couple things and turn around abruptly and end up very close to me. My hair is still wet and dripping and a strand has fallen out of line, you push it behind my ear and I suddenly grab your shirt and pull you even closer to me. We look into each others eyes for a quick moment then suddenly our lips meet. I start feeling up and down your back as you hold me by my hair with your other arm around the small of my back. I stop the kiss and start unbottoning your shirt. When I get to the last button I rip the shirt off you then pull your undershirt off. I start kissing you all over until you stop me and pick me up and take me to the queen bed in the middle of the floor. You throw me down and my towel comes undone. You take the towel off of me completely and throw it on the ground you pin my arms above my head and start gently kissing my neck and chin. You meet my lips again and get rougher and harder. You move down my torso, already wet from my hair, and continue your roughness. When you reach my chest you let go of my arms to squeeze and pinch my breasts. I start to moan quietly and you smile. You kiss my stomach and continue moving down with your lips, but keeping your hands where they were, until you get to my pussy. I'm wet and ready, but instead you tease me with your fingers a little bit. Touching and rubbing, but never letting me get too far. You stick one finger up me and use the other hand to continue your fast paced rubbing. I look you in the eye and ask you to please eat me. You smile as your mouth meets my pussy, you start licking rubbing all the while fucking me with your finger. Just as I am about to have an orgasm you pull away and smile at me. I sit up enfuriated at your stopping when you kiss me on the lips again. I pull away and unbutton your jeans and pull your pants down and see your dick erected and ready for me. I ask if you would please fuck me and you smirk and push me back down on the bed and slowly insert your dick into me. I moan in pleasure, you start slowly moving back and forth. As you increase in speed and force my volume increases. Eventually I am screaming and you are just about there. You ask if you can cum in me and I scream in agreement, you let go and the second I feel it I scream at my first orgasm of the night. You pull out of me exhausted, and sweaty. I look up at you panting and still soaking from the shower. You walk away pick up the clothes you were just wearing and the ones I had loaned to you, and walked back to your room to dress and go to bed.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2vvn6q/first_story_i_ever_wrote_for_an_old_fwb_fm