[MF] New to town, I got a heck of a welcoming gift

So, I recently moved to a town south of Portland, Maine, took up a job with a small company and have pretty much loved every minute of living here. I moved out here from Nebraska to pretty much just try something new. With that all said, one of the more bizarre experiences of my life transpired just two weeks of being here.

We had a little barbeque at one of my coworker’s houses, and they even invited me, the new guy. I thought that was pretty special, and after a week of work, I had gotten along with just about everyone. So, I get there and it’s a crowd of about 20 people. Coworkers, their families; kids and a couple neighbors. Me, I came alone because, well, I’m the new guy.

The sun starts setting and the beers keep falling. It was a really great time; super low key. So, it’s about 8 p.m. and that’s when I meet Liz for the first time. Older daughter of one of the neighbors who had come over. She’s super cute, about 5-foot-9, brunette hair down to her shoulders. She’s wearing this blue flowy top that is older, maybe a size too small at this point. Or maybe it was made to accentuate her figure.

She had some painted on faded blue jeans that, those too, hugged every curvature and left little to the imagination. She had a rather large ass and I don’t think she was worried about anyone taking notice. Surprisingly, she was super friendly with me. We caught up, where I moved from, why I was here, what I do now and how I like the area. I asked her the same, where she was from, what she did for fun. You know, that painful but non-risky banter you have at these kinds of shindigs.

Anyways, an hour goes by, we play some cards and more beers go down, and everyone is feeling good. We light up the bonfire pit and grab the lawn chairs to gather around. And here comes the part for why you all are here.

I had taken a real liking to Liz and noticed she disappeared for a bit. I wasn’t that curious, but I noticed I had taken notice, and was hoping she hadn’t taken off. I went inside to grab a beer and at the end of the hall, I noticed the bathroom door open and the light on. Any other day and I guess any other BAC level, and I would’ve dismissed it. But that little wandering thought about Liz was lingering in the forefront of my mind.

I creeped up to the door and let my voice in. “Hello? Someone in here?” I asked. Without hesitation, it was Liz. “Yeah, come on in. I’m not busy.”

So I stepped in and didn’t see her. The room opened up to the sink to my left, the shower straight ahead (curtain closed) and the toilet behind the door and to the right. To get to it, you had to shut the nearly completely. So I did. And there sat Liz.

I don’t know why I remember this part so clearly, but she had this stupid smirk on her face. Like, ‘oops. I totally “didn’t” mean for you to see me like this.’ But there she was, jeans and pink lacy thong down around her ankles, slightly scrunched forward, wiping herself.

“Sorry, had to take a leak quick. But I’m glad you found me,” she said.

“Oh, wow. You know I could’ve waited outside, right?” I told her. Kind of not really realizing the whole end game that was going on.

“No, that’s why I called you in. No need for you to be out there while I’m in here.” She stood up and stepped out of her jeans and thong. My eyes immediately went to her waistline. It was a couple days unshaved, but petite. Her hips were wide, I knew this, but her pelvis protruded more than I imagined. She caught me looking.

“Go ahead. I’ve been thinking of you holding me most of the night.” He words were direct, but I knew she was as drunk as I. But that apparently wasn’t stopping either of us. She reached out for my hand and grabbed my upper forearm. In an awkward, I’ve-seen-it-in-the-movies-this-way motion, she pulled it toward her, but I hardly moved. She tripped over her pants and fell clumsily at me. I caught her and without missing a beat, locked lips.

I could feel my erection strong as iron, pounding out against the fabric of my shorts. There were no secrets left between the two of us as I fell backward, leaning against the sink, my palm pressed against the hood of her pelvis and my middle finger pulsating between her lips. She grunted more than she moaned, into my mouth to keep silent, and she began to adventure down my shorts. First my belt, then my button and zipper. It was a blur, mostly because of the beer but also because it was just happening so fast.

My shorts slid down my legs effortlessly and Liz fumbled to climb on top. This was happening, there was zero doubt left about that, but like this? No. I pulled her back and we smiled at each other. This was a scene right out of one of those passionate rom coms. But nothing was working like it did on the big picture.

I kicked my shoes off, pulled off my socks and slid the rest of my wear to the side, then got behind her, preparing for standing doggy style. “This is simple enough I suppose,” as she leaned over, looking back at me with a straight face. I looked down and there was the warmest kind of greeting: A large, bubbly and jiggly butt. More fat than muscle and I was OK with that. I pulled her cheeks apart and thought briefly about going down on her. But I didn’t want to waste time. At any minute we could be interrupted. Oh shit, the door.

Before diving in, I reached over to the door and locked it, for good measure. In this effort, I mashed my throbbing cock between her cheeks, head down and now rubbing the outside of her pussy. She loved this, and it was completely on accident.

“Yes, tease it. Slowly. Once you’re in….rough. Hard. And spanking. Please?” She was already entering another world and I was ready as ever to join her. I didn’t say anything but an agreeing grunt, and assumed my position.

There was no friction, only sopping wetness as I slowly inched my way inside her. It was warm, almost hot, and it was felt snug. Not tight like you read in all those other stories. Just a nice, firm fit for myself. She let out a soft, reassuring moan and we began. First quick pulses, then slamming thrusts. I grabbed all the ass I could as I pounded away. Thoughts of bathroom porn I had watched in my life trickled in and I shook them away, comically, as I was partaking in something I know hundreds of thousands of people search weekly.

I felt the sensation growing stronger and stronger. He legs began to shake and bend, and I had to support her with my right arm, just to keep her from falling.

“The toilet. You sit, I’ll ride,” she muttered, trying to push me out. I understood the gist of what she was getting at and I pulled out. That alone made her nearly collapse to the floor. I made a motion to catch her without any intention. Just a nice gesture as I had already began walking over to the seat.

I sat the lid down, popped a squat and motioned for her rear to come over. But she declined, walking right over and sitting on my lap facing me. I got greedy, attempting to remove her shirt. She batted my hands away and told me to “get in.” She had become anxious, it seemed. I felt awkward, thinking this was some sort of mutual thing that had been going on for months or years. In reality, we were two strangers fucking at a barbeque, in a person’s bathroom only one of us knew well.

She smiled, forcefully, and began to ride. The anxiety fell away from her face as she leaned into me, starting to beg. I grasped her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and slamming them down on my thighs. We lasted another couple minutes before her faint “yes, yes, yes,” grew louder and as I felt her cum running down my thighs and her body go limp, I realized just how close I had come to, well, cumming.

Painting, she asked considerately, “did you finish? It didn’t feel like you did.”

“No,” I responded. And thinking of her attitude, I said, “But that’s fine. This was incredibly fun. I hope you enjoyed it, too.”

Without missing a beat, she laid her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily, and started riding again. I leaned back to see her face, and she was smiling. I mean, really smiling. The biggest smile she’d given most of the day.

“I’m on the pill. When you’re ready, let go,” she told me, reassuringly again. I leaned back and watched as her hips hugged my lap and she grinded me to completion. Three, four, five pumps sent me shaking this time, as I felt it running back out of her and down my cock. She was forcing it out and it squeezed every ounce out of me.

We sat there for a moment before a knock on the door gave a shock to our senses.

“Anyone in there? Been waiting a little while now…” the voice trialed back into the hall way. We gathered our clothes and came up with a gameplan. I would stay in the show, laying down with the curtain drawn while she scurried out and next in line stepped in. It was risky, but better than the alternative.

So, I got in the shower and the door opened as I closed the curtain. “Sorry, needed a moment!” Liz said as she traded places with one of my coworkers. I was worried. Not if he’d find me but if he could smell the same smell coming from my legs. He didn’t, though. And left after a 20 second piss. I waited for another person to come in, but no one came, and I took my chance and left.

As of now, no one has approached me about the party, Liz, or any of that. Liz and I have been texting, flirting and snapchatting. That whole “beginning stages of dating,” I think. I hope I see her again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6oqzh1/mf_new_to_town_i_got_a_heck_of_a_welcoming_gift