Sometimes, It’s Best To Skip Conversation [MF]

I’m going to make this one quick, easy, and nasty – just like the girl I’m talking about.

I’d seen Rebecca around the bar fly traps for years. I think back then, it was maybe three years of seeing each other from across the room, but for some reason or another just never actually having a conversation.

Not this time.

We happened to brush across each other on our way to and from the meagre dance floor, and we both stopped, for once. I introduced myself, to which she responded by “Yes, yes, I know. Wow, we’re actually talking.”

“I know, right? How about I get you a drink, and I’ll use that as an excuse to get myself another one?”.

We lineup on the quick end of the bar, I get her requisite G&T, and double up on my whiskey. We choose a quiet corner, and start shooting the shit. We get over the usual pleasantries fairly quickly, and agree to skip over the rest of the menial (there’s a life tip for you – you know those conversations you have hundreds of times over? Everyone’s sick of that, and so should you). I tell her I’m stepping out for a cigarette, and she’s keen to join.

Rebecca isn’t my usual type – she’s on the hot side of trash, but, you know what – I need some of that sometime. Actually, I lie – I love getting nasty with the hot side of trash. Tonight, she’s keeping it simple, a little black dress and jean jacket combo, with throwback army boots. I’m a sucker for that look too. We stroll out the a little hidden smoking area, out the back of the bar, and strike up our cigarettes. We both watch each other take puffs and exhale. It’s the lips we’re watching.

She flashes a smile and edges to stand next to me, so we’re touching side to side. I take a drag of my cigarette, and knowing all the signs, simply say “So, breakfast in the morning, then?”. I find food and drink euphemisms to be quite effective. Note that down too.

She takes the lead, and adopts this sort of hip sway motion and she steps toe to heel to the cab rank. We both know the subtlety game, and she hops into the back of a cab first, and then I wait about a minute before hopping in the front. As I close the cab door, I turn my head back and say “Sorry, what was your address again?”. The cab driver laughs, as subtlety ends when the taxi begins. Her house isn’t too far away, and we actually sit in silence for the cab ride. We really don’t need to get to know each other like that.

The cabs pulls up to her house, and she leads the way again with that same hip swinging swagger. She starts removing her jacket to show off her shoulders just before she gets to the door, and then stands at the door way to that same cheeky smile on her face.

It only takes another 30 seconds until we’re both on her couch, and she’s straddling me. She ‘s swinging those hips against me, still clothed, and is using her hands to guide my hands. We’re both purposefully not kissing, but we’re biting at each other’s necks. She’s a tiny little thing.

I pull the front of her dress a little bit down so I can expose her left nipple, and lick it ever so slightly. She likes it, so I keep it slow and constant. My other hand is grabbing her ass, as she thrusts herself against my enlarging cock. She quickly gets that out of my pants (quickly) and starts rubbing her clit, with my cock, through her underwear. Which means I bring my teeth down harder on that nipple, and she groans somewhere between pleasure and anger.

She pulls her underwear aside, and slips my cock inside her pussy. As I was picturing, her pussy is tiny and tight, and swallows me with no abandon. She brings her knees up now, so her feet are set apart, and grinds even harder. I’m not usually one for skinny girls at all, so that feeling of her bony pelvic grinding on my own body is unfamiliar. It takes a few minutes for mind to turn that around into a turn on, so I move one of my hands behind her shoulder and start pulling her harder into me.

I free her other nipple, and I interchange my bites and lick between her breasts and neck. She returns in kind, and hangs onto me by my own nipples (secret – I fucking love that).

I tell her I want her to come first, and to do anything she needs to make it happen. That’s when she leans forward to kiss me, shoving her tongue into my mouth and sucking on my tongue, and then switches up her hip movement accordingly. There’s no glamour despite the intimate notion of the kiss, just the sort of messy kiss I remember from when I was an awkward teenager.

It takes all of a minute of hard grinding until Rebecca starts to have a higher pitch squeal, and it’s obvious she’s about to come. She buries her tongue further into my mouth, and I’m squeezing her breasts with full force as she grinds harder than ever with that skinny ass of hers. She’s loud, this little thing, as she does that angry and pleasure scream of a groan she has. After she comes, she keeps grinding away, and she stares at me with that cheeky smile.

I ask if I can come now, to which she nods.

I push her off me, with a little resistance from her, as her pussy keeps tight on my cock. I tell her to sit on her couch facing me, to put her lips on my cock, and her lips only. I jerk off furiously, as she sits on her couch, dress pulled down to her waist she’s staring straight forward and focussing on my cock. I tell her to look up at me, and give her instructions on what’s going to happen next.

“Okay, so I’m going to make you suck my balls, and then I’m going to come. As I come, I’ll give you two choices – you can move those tits of yours forwards, or you can rub my cock all over your face. Understood?” It’s a mouthful to say, but I like to think that the ability to maintain some form of eloquence when fucking is pretty important.

She nods in approval, lips on my cock. I figured she’d be into this.

I do as I told her I would, and she does the most incredible thing. As I come she lets it shoot all over her tits, and after a few seconds, grabs my cock and squeezes it against her cheeks. She’s done both of her options.

When I’ve finished coming, she leans back on her couch and starts rubbing my come into her breasts and her face, and then rubs some onto her pussy as well, occasionally licking her fingers too in an ultimate show of “I really don’t give much of a fuck”.

I fuck her as many ways I can think of for the rest of the weekend, and I come home looking a dishevelled wreck of a human. I really don’t remember much of the details, but I can still remember the smell our fucking made.

As I said, I do love myself some nasty trash.

Talk’s cheap, keep it simple.

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