came five times on a stranger’s tongue [FM]

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Two different strangers touched my pussy yesterday.

The first is my waxer, at a place downtown I’ve never been. I wear jeans without panties, a bralette with a zipper down the front, and a fleece jacket. I park and walk the five minutes to the salon, through a largely college-aged crowd since it was the middle of the day on a weekday. I’ve been so horny lately that every young guy I see I imagine taking aside and fucking, or going back to his dorm where he’d share my pussy with his roommate.

A few minutes after I check in at the salon, my waxer invites me back. She’s a cute girl about five years younger and five inches shorter than me, with jet black hair she had up in a high ponytail, wearing red scrubs.

She has me strip off my bottoms, get on the table, and spread my legs. She applies oil, powder, and then hot wax in strips that harden on their own. My pussy is so tender from the heat and, shortly, tearing the hair out, but I’m sure I’m wet by the time she grazes my clit, pressing my inner lips out of the way to spread the wax on the inside of my labia. If she tried to rub my clit, or cover it with wax, or finger me, I’d let her — but she’s professional. We make small talk. I turned over and spread my ass for her and tell her about my Thanksgiving plans while getting trying not to moan as a result of the near burning heat against my asshole.

I dress with her still in the room. I’m glad I chose jeans, knowing that my newly-bare pussy meant the seam would rub my clit while I walk. On my drive home, I rub my smooth lips, even softer than I remember from the last time I was hairless.

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I got waxed for the second person, a 30-something who posted on Craigslist looking for a woman to get her pussy eaten. I responded the day before and we talked, sent pics, and then exchanged numbers once we realized we were less than 10 minutes apart.

I text him after my wax appointment, while still in the parking garage, to let him know that I’m ready to come over when he is. He doesn’t have the day off, so we make plans for later that night. I go home to shower, then get dressed: the same zipper tops for easy access, thin black leggings without panties, and converse sneakers.

I give him a heads-up text a few minutes before I leave my place, and another when I get there to let him know I’ve arrived. It takes him a few minutes to answer me and I’m starting to get impatient, wondering if he’s going to back out — he had already told me he was shy. I prod him via text a couple of times before he answers, giving me his apartment number so he can buzz me in.

I go through two sets of doors before getting to his. At this point I’m not feeling any nerves, just excitement to finally get a stranger’s face between my legs. I knock and he opens the door right away, though I can’t see him. His apartment is dark, just the hallway light on, and he’s standing halfway behind the door. I realize then that he is *very* shy and probably didn’t expect this to actually happen. I’m not the most outgoing person myself, but when the other person is in dire straits, it comes more easily. So I decide to take a gentle lead, seeing as I’ve been aching to get touched for days now and this guy is not going to make the first move.

I smile and introduce myself, which he returns, and then I take off my shoes and ask where we should go. He leads me to the bedroom, which is pretty dark compared to the lit hallway. I lay down on his bed; it’s soft, bigger than mine, and he has a space heater running, so I’m immediately feeling cozy and comfortable. He lays down next to me, without touching at first, and after a little bit of silence reminds me that he is shy (again). It’s sweet; I enjoy feeling like I’m making someone’s day (or year), so awkwardness that comes from inexperience can be a turn on of its own. I put my head on his chest and he wraps his arm around me, and for a little while I think I might actually fall asleep.

At some point after he’s rubbed my arm long enough, I undo the zipper of my fleece halfway, then reach across to bring his hand to my breast, under the fleece but over the cotton bralette. He seems a little flustered still. I like it, because after squeezing a few times, he pulls his hand back and starts to run just his fingertips over my cleavage. He prods gently, watching the flesh jiggle, and dips his fingers under the top edge of my bra, getting deeper each time. He really takes his time and makes me anticipate the moment when my tits will be bare in front of him to do with as he pleases.

He kind of laughs at himself when he grabs the zipper of my bralette. He undoes it almost all the way and pushes the fabric aside on one side to grab my flesh. For the most part, he’s still gentle and exploratory, just a little less uncertain now. For fifteen or twenty minutes he just plays with my tits, at first with one hand as I lie on my side facing him, then with both and his mouth as I lie on my back underneath him. Eventually both zippers are undone all the way so I’m bare from the waist up, other than my arms.

He gets the courage to run his hand down to the band of my leggings and push them down a couple of inches. I seize the opportunity and reward his forwardness by taking my leggings off myself and splaying my legs for him. Before I’d even finish taking them off, he’s running his hands up and down my thighs and the side of my ass. He looks at but doesn’t yet touch my pussy. Instead, he bent back over me to lick and massage my tits some more while he feels up my legs and stomach.

Finally, he gets up and goes to the end of the bed. My favorite moment is when he grabs my shins and pushes my legs back and apart, just looking down at my spread open pussy. It feels particularly good without any hair to obscure, because I know he can see every fold (and my swollen clit) clearly. This man I’ve just met is staring at my most intimate place, studying it, and I know he’s going to jerk off to the memory later.

He touches my clit with his tongue first. It takes a little while for him to find just the right spot for me, but he does it, and he makes me cum once with just his tongue. My clit gets sensitive after one, but I was far from satisfied. Halfway to a second orgasm, he unceremoniously shoves one finger inside my dripping hole. Instinctively, I start riding it a bit, trying to get that solid stimulation from something filling me up on top of the tantalizing circles he made on my clit. He takes the hint and starts to fuck me harder with his finger while he sucks and uses the edge of his teeth on my clit. I come once like this.

He adds a second, just as suddenly as the first. With two fingers inside me, he’s able to find my g-spot. He alternates between leaving his fingers deep inside me while he plays with my clit, just enjoying the way that my hot insides pulse around him, and shoving his fingers rapidly in and out, ramming my g-spot and making my feel like I might piss all over his face. I come twice more like this.

He switches hands and adds a third finger at the same time. All three fingers dry and it hurts at first. It takes several strokes before his fat digits are coated in my juices, and even then he’s stretching me pretty wide. I love the discomfort, knowing it’ll give me the best orgasm yet. By now my legs are aching and all I can think about is how this strange man is tasting my cunt, watching me writhe, feeling me come around his fingers, how he’ll always have this memory … I come for the last time, pulsing out of control on his hand and mouth.

I tell him that’s all I can take.

He comes up to lie beside me for a few minutes. I can smell myself everywhere. I tell him I should get going before I fall asleep for real. I get dressed and we make plans to get together again Sunday. I give him a hug on the way out, then go home and go back to my regular life.

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