We were in our mid-20s and just beginning a fiery romance — the kind where we spent whole days forgetting the rest of the world existed. Where we spent whole weekends fucking, stopping only to eat and use the bathroom, and sometimes forgetting to eat. This is the story of one of our earliest encounters.
I wasn’t expecting to hear from her, as she was out drinking with girlfriends. I was surprised and excited when my phone rang. I picked it up off my desk, saw it was Kay, and smiled. “Hello, Kay “‘I said. “How was your evening?”
“It was good,” she responded, and then hiccuped. Apparently the wine had been good to her. “It would be a lot better if you came over.”
“Oh, is this a booty call, is that it?”
“Not exactly,” she answered, with a smile in her voice. “I just wanna, you know, see you!”
She was not convincing. Not that I minded.
“Be there in 15 minutes.
She giggled. “Ok, bye,” and hung up.
Kay and I lived in separate apartments only a short drive from each other. I took a few minutes to make sure I was presentable, ran to the parking garage elevator, descended, and hopped into my car.
Minutes later, the elevator in her building opened to the 8th floor. I walked briskly to the far end of the hall, stood before her door, and knocked. She opened the door and grinned. The blush of wine was on her cheeks. Her blue eyes sparkled. I wanted her immediately.
I pushed the door open, grabbed her around the waist, pulled her to me. and kissed her hard. Reaching behind me, I kicked the door closed.
She responded by opening her lips and meeting my tongue with hers. We kissed passionately for a few minutes, biting, licking, sucking, as our hands roamed over each other. Over her shoulder, I spotted her small kitchen. I grabbed Kay under her ass, lifted her into my arms, and carried her into the kitchen as she wrapped her legs tightly around me. Her burgundy skirt rode up around her legs, and I could already feel moist heat pressed against me as we moved toward the kitchen.
Once inside the kitchen, I set her down on the counter and looked at her. She was 5’3″, about 115, chestnut brown hair, blue eyes, and a stunningly sexy, curvaceous body that was slender and not in all the right places. She was wearing a tight button-down, white shirt, through which I could see her swelling breasts and nipples.
I kissed her hard again, first on the mouth, then on the neck, sucking her soft, delectable flesh into my mouth. I loved the way she tastes. I moved to her earlobes next, and she moaned with pleasure. After a few moments, I disengaged and looked into her eyes. I wanted her so badly.
I opened my mouth to speak, not entirely sure what would come out of my mouth. What did was, “You’re going to need a new shirt,”
She gave me a confused look in response. “What?”
I stepped forward, grabbed hold of both sides of her shirt, and ripped it open. Buttons flew and cloth tore, and I lowered my face and hands to her chest, caressing and kissing and sucking on and biting at her breasts. She moaned aloud , called my name, and nearly fell off the counter. I steadied her, and then I slipped her bra off and inhaled her bare breasts, covering them in bites and kisses. I loved the rough texture of her hardening nipples, growing stiffer under my influence.
With her legs slightly akimbo, I slid one hand up the inside of her left thigh, up to where her panties covered her, and pushed a thumb against her clit. She yelped and moaned, and as I rubbed small circles there, she got wetter, and wetter. I slipped a finger underneath her panties and slid it inside her. She moaned again, louder this time. I moved it inside her, and she began to rock her hips forward to meet me. “Please,” she whispered, “please.”
I lifted her off the counter, and she wrapped her legs around me again. I grabbed a fistful of her hair — firmly, not harshly. I kissed her hard on the mouth, then sucked an earlobe into my mouth, then whispered, “I’m going to fuck you now.” She gasped. “Oh, God.”
I carried her the few short steps from the kitchen to her bedroom, threw her down on the bed, and stared at her. She lay before me, tattered shirt around her waist, chest bared, dress pushed up, legs apart, wet panties peeking out from between her legs. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. I tore my own clothes off, then grabbed hold of her panties, and roughly pulled them off her body. She smiled hazily and opened her legs wider. I crawled up between them, placed a hand flat on each thigh, and pushed them open further.
I lined up and pushed myself inside her. She groaned loudly, and threw her head back. I pushed slowly, deeply inside her, relishing the silken heat of her pussy. I felt every pulse, every twitch, ever ripple of muscle as she felt me move within her.
We moved together, slowly, but intensely. We moved together l, slowly, then more rapidly, but still controlled.
She moaned , and gasped, and then looked at me. “Pound it,” she whispered, and then grew louder. “Pound my pussy.”
I pushed her hips back and held her ankles in my hands, moving until I was sliding almost straight down into her. Harder, harder, harder, I thrust down into her. I would pull nearly all the way out, until there was an audible “pop” as the head of my clock cleared the last muscle of her vaginal walls, them thrust back down into her. We did this for several minutes, until she began to cry out. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, you’re hitting it! You’re hitting it!”
I could not have been more aroused, and I could not hold on much longer. Thankfully, she began to scream and convulse under the power of her own orgasm a few moments later. “OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod,” she cried, and began to come. That was it for me. I pumped deep inside her and let go, emptying myself into her until I had nothing left to give.
We collapsed together, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, incapable of speech.
It foretold many such nights to come.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/754cwv/i_bought_her_a_new_shirt_mf
Very hot!
Fun times!