Dating and having sex in a small city will force you to grow the fuck up. Why? Because you will run into the people you’ve dated and fucked often, and you will run into them everywhere.
Because of this, there are certain skills you eventually develop in order to survive: (1) You learn to be good in starting and ending one minute conversations without awkwardness (2) You master the art of the “ex-nod” where you acknowledge your ex with a simple lift of a chin or, alternatively,you gesture with a wave of hand without saying one word (3) Though not always possible, you also learn how to end your relationships neatly because well, you might see them in the cereal aisle tomorrow at the grocery store.
I myself have had to establish personal rules to deal with living in a small city. My main one is that I absolutely cannot date/fuck my own friends or anyone that I see on a daily basis. That rules out the men and women in my daily commute, people who work in my building and those who workout during my gym hours. From time to time however, I ignore my own rule. I figured that once in a while, it’s okay to stop giving a fuck so that I can get a fuck.
I met Jordan at the gym. One evening while texting, he asked if I wanted to continue our conversation in person over snacks and drinks. I agreed, he picked me up and brought me to the pier.
Side note: You know how they say not to grocery shop while hungry because you will end up buying junk food? They really should have a warning about not going on a first date horny because you might end up fucking your date before it ends
Back to the story: The pier was surprisingly warm late that night. We had a fun conversation about good and bad dates that we’ve had around town. Despite the many benches, we sat on the edge of the pier with our feet dangling in the air and overlooking the water.
In between one of our conversations, I decided to stand up and walk. He followed beside me and we shared funny gym incidences we’ve seen. I stopped in front of a high bench, propped myself up and sat while he stayed on the ground standing in front of me. We were eye level now and our faces aligned.
“I’m cold” I said in a lie.
“You are? Do you want me to come closer?”
He stepped forward, reached his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. His face were inches from mine. As I wrapped my legs around his hip, he leaned in and kissed me.
There was an assertiveness to his kiss. While one hand was at the small of my back, the other made its way up behind my head. I felt his hand sift a handful of my hair at the root and pulled it lightly and teasingly. I couldn’t help but grin- I could tell he wanted me. In the middle of kissing, I could feel myself starting to get wet.
He pulled me off the bench and continued to kiss me- this time his hand was nowhere near my head but in between my legs. He started to rub me heavily and I felt myself pulsing down there as his hands brush over my clit.
The pier was dark, my thoughts ran wild at the thought of fucking him. I place my palm over his denim and caress his cock. I wanted more. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down slightly. It was dark but I didn’t need light to be able to tell that he was hard and erect. I licked the palm of my hands wet then began to stroke him. I moved up and down firmly on his shaft and circled around the head. He let out a slight moan, “Oh god just like that.”
I got more aroused as he enjoyed himself. There was nothing I loved more at that moment than feeling his throbbing hard dick in my hand.
He could tell by the look on my face how badly I craved him.
“I want your dick inside of me,” I whispered.
“Not here, I can’t fuck you the way I want”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/4womsh/fm_not_here_i_cant_fuck_you_the_way_i_want
Good Start
…You can’t just end it like that, great story so far!