A quickie ’bout a quickie (22F/18M)

I’m trying to get over some writer’s block… I miss y’all! So I thought it’d help to write up something quick and dirty.

We matched on Tinder. He had just gotten back into town for spring break. He’s way younger than I usually go for — which is to say he was younger than me. 18. A Freshman. I’m not even sure I fucked freshman when I was a freshman. But he was good in chat, tall and fit — a soccer player clearly putting his college athletic center to work. His hair was short and neat. His face was shadowed by uniform stubble. I’d say he was approaching dark and handsome, like he was preparing to say good-bye to his awkward teen years. I say “preparing to” because in person, it was clear that he still had a little growing up to do. He said he was of Persian-descent and had strict parents; growing up, he didn’t talk to girls that much. So it wasn’t a surprise when well into our first date the Friday he got into town, he put his v-card on the table.

And I happily took it.

But that’s a longer story that I want to savor writing. For now, I’ll say this: after our first night together, he was hungry for more (obviously). We saw each other on Sunday and Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday I was busy. Thursday, he called me and said he was taking me out to lunch with a terrible joke about how he was dying to eat out. I was picking up what he was putting down regardless haha.

I practically skipped out of the office to meet him in his mom’s sedan (sexy) — me, a modestly curvy brunette dolled up in her Safe-For-Workplace-Best. It must’ve been obvious that I was skipping out for something better than olive garden.

“So where we headed?” I asked right before our lips meant.

He pointed south. “I was thinking that parking garage.”

“Well I wish you had told me. We could’ve just met there and used my car — the back seat is bigger.”

“I’m sorry! We could switch?”

“No. I like this better.” I leaned in and nibbled his ear, my hand moving down to the bulge in his jeans. He wore a polo shirt and smelled like spice. “Drive.” He started to pull away as I worked to unbutton his pants.

“Slowly.”

I worked his cock out of pants and stroked it until it pulsed and quivered.

“We can take road-head off your ‘never-have-i-ever’ list too.”

I plunged him into my mouth, taking it slow so he wouldn’t blow before we got into the garage. His long fingers dove into the waves of my hair, playing with my scalp. Slight thrusts forced me to deep throat his curved cock.

“You fucking goddess…”

I played with his cock as we spiraled up into the darkness of the garage, toying with the tip, light but decisively, until he pulled into a spot. I released him just as I got a hint of pre-cum.

We were four floors up and alone. We switched to the back seat and I thanked the lord I wore a sundress that day.

I don’t even know if he bothered to tuck his dick back in for the switch, ‘cause it was out again when I got in the back. We were making out furiously. He tried to lean me back.

“This’ll be easier if I fucking ride you,” I sighed in his ear.

“What if someone is coming?”

“I hope so.”

I slipped off my panties as he slipped on a condom. I lifted up my skirt and straddled him in the middle of the back seat, my legs splayed. I slipped onto the curved shaft, angling my hips so his thick, swollen head could meet hot, wet pussy. I started grinding slow, working his girth inside me.

“Oh baby you’re so fucking thick… “ I gave my girlyish gasp as I finally hit his hilt. I gyrated against him, hitting my clit in just the right way. “Oh fuck baby this is so hot…”

He played with my tits over my dress as I picked up speed, grinding my clit into his pelvis — the curve of his cock teasing my g-spot. My fingers dug into his shoulders and neck for leverage. I could feel his ropey muscles tense as I did.

Then he started to thrust into me, his hands on my hips. I ground into him harder, pushing one of his hands up to the roof of the car for leverage.

“Me first baby… I’m so fucking close…”

He just slid into the seat, giving me more surface area to work with. I rocked back and forth, working my clit perfectly into him. I wish I could’ve seen his face as every muscle in my body stiffened on top of him — my eyes closed as my vagina clenched around his cock. Silently I came, and collapsed onto his chest. I breathed heavily into his ear for a few seconds until his hands moved from my back down to my hips… I could feel his rock hard cock still pulsing inside me. He started to move my hips on and off his shaft. I took the hint and caught my breath. I took control again, bouncing up and down as he moaned and groaned.

“Good. Fucking. Shit. You’re. Fucking. Amazing.” He gasped in-between thrusts.

He leaned his head back as his hands dug into my waist pounding me on and off his cock with brute force.

“Yes fucking cum for me baby… fill me up…” my fingers gripped his neck again as the pain and pleasure of thrusting built up… I was almost turned on again…

“Oh. Oh fuck—“

He grabbed my ass hard as he came, under the dress, digging nails into my bare flesh. I felt long, hard spasms inside me. I felt the heat of him and I immediately craved it again.

He was breathing heavily as he rolled the condom off and threw it out the door. We cleaned off as best we could and drove me back to the office.

I put in a solid 45 minutes of work before I ran to the ladies’ room. I tore my tits out of my dressed and snapped him a pic: me twisting my tight nipples.

Caption: “Tonight?”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4inlmk/a_quickie_bout_a_quickie_22f18m