[MF] shy guy licks my pussy a second time

see [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/nooneisnotaword/comments/7h58ku/archive/) for background (“shy guy series”). PMs welcome, quick response not guaranteed.

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SG texts me as I’m about to pull out of the parking lot at work on Friday. I haven’t planned to go out, but I haven’t any other plans, either. I tell him to expect me in a couple of hours, and then run a few errands before going home for a shower. While letting my hair dry, I experiment with positions for a photo I want to post later.

I pick a floor-length dress that’s little too small in the top. No bra, no panties. High-heeled Timberland boots in black, my favorites. My long coat keeps me decent until I get there.

I buzz in at his condo. He responds much faster this time than he did the first; I imagine he’s having fewer second thoughts, having been between my legs before.

He lets me into the apartment in the same way he did the first, hidden behind the door at first until I step inside. We say hello and I sit to unlace my boots. Before I’m finished, he goes into the bedroom and sits on the bed, watching me and waiting for me to join him. It’s not presumptuous, given our arrangement, but it still gives me a thrill because it’s such a stark reminder that this is all I’m here for.

I set my shoes nett to the chair by the front door and walk barefoot to join him on the bed. Instead of sitting next to him, I crawled on from the bottom and laid down behind him. He followed suit, wrapping his arm around me so I could rest my head on his chest while he stroked my arm through my jacked. We talked for a few minutes before he reaches down to my skirt and tugs at the light fabric a little, complimenting the style. Knowing he’s unlikely to make an overt first move, I take this opportunity to say, “Oh, it’s actually a dress,” and sit up to take my jacket off. I drop it off the side of the bed and lie back down, this time with bare arms and a nearly-bare chest. I can’t overemphasize how plunging this dress is; it barely conceals my nipples.

SG likes it. He starts caressing my bare arms, spending time gently cupping and stroking the elbow of the arm that’s resting over him. He rubs my skin and compliments how soft I am (I do have very soft skin), plays with my fingers, and holds my hand.

After a long while, he gets a little more forward and starts to rub the outside of my leg and gather the fabric of my skirt to pull it up. The more of my legs are revealed, the less he can help himself from stroking them up and down with this incredibly soft touch. When my skirt is around mid-thigh, he moves to rest his cheek on my top hip (I’m still on my side, but have turned so my shoulders are lying flat) such that he’s looking down the length of my legs. After a minute, he apologizes and says that legs are his thing. I tell him to keep going, to take his time, because it feels great.

Eventually he slides his hand under the fabric to caress my ass. I hear him grunt quietly when he realizes I’m not wearing panties, and he can fully enjoy groping my lower half. He ghosts over my pussy occassionally, but never makes contact; he’s fully immersed in enjoying my legs stretched out in front of him.

I’m more turned on than I’ve been in a while. He spends *so* much time warming me up and making me *anticipate* when he finally makes contact with my cunt–while refusing to do it–that him making contact with my cunt is all I can think about.

I roll onto my back, the leg farther away from him bent and the one nearer stretched straight against his body. He picks up the fabric between his fingers and pulls it up to reveal my pussy without ever getting close to it; instead, I feel the light cotton drag over my skin and the slight shift in air temperature against the bare skin. He continues, for a while, to only touch my legs, ass, and stomach. I sometimes roll back towards him a little to give him better access to my ass, hoping that he will go the extra few inches to my wanting hole. It’s the only encouragement I want to give, because I’m truly fascinated by his fascination with my thighs, the backs of my knees, my calves … I like giving him unrushed access to touch and look at me exactly the way that pleases him most. He’s in heaven already and that is a supercharged feeling.

*Finally*, he touches my pussy. At first it’s light and non-committal, grazing the outer lips on his way from one leg to the other. My dress keeps moving higher. When it reaches the tight elastic band just below my breasts, I sit up momentarily to strip it off over my head, leaving me completely naked (and him still fully dressed–another dynamic I love). He leans down to suck my nipples and plays with my tits with his free hand and the other, at long last, spreads my lips. He pushes one finger inside me easily and I intentionally massage his finger with my inner muscles, trying to show my appreciation for the fullness and entice him to give me more.

He fingers me for a minute or two and then gets up to get between my legs. I spread my legs as far as I can and my eyes flutter closed as he makes first contact with his tongue on my swollen nub. He spreads my lips with his fingers and I angle my hips upwards, wanting to give him the best possible access. He uses this to shove his tongue in my hole and wiggle it around as deeply as he can reach.

I don’t know why, but my body is particularly responsible to stimulation on my clit tonight. My thigh muscles are jumping involuntarily every time he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit. There’s one spot in particular that almost brings tears to my eyes, a certain bundle of nerve endings that always make my eyes water when worked past a certain point. It’s never happened so early. It makes me want to pull away and push harder against him at the same time.

I don’t know how many times I come, but it happens fast and frequently. I decide not to hold back this time, not to worry about squirting in his mouth or leaving stains on his sheets. I’ve come here for the express purpose of pleasure and I am going to embrace every bit of it. When his fingers start pumping my g-spot and the urge to piss rises, I turn off my mind and ignore any reservations and let my body go after what it wants. I’m not sure if I squirt, though I do feel an aggressive release of pressure and an insane high from letting my cunt run wild.

At some point, I dig my fingers into his hair and push his face harder into my clit to ride out a particularly strong orgasm. At another, I pull my legs back toward my chest, gripping my shins to open my hole for his fingers and exposing my clit as much as I can. I put my feet on his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin through his t-shirt. I’m louder this time, in a fog of pleasure that is focused wholly on me. I rode his tongue and hand as long as I wanted to.

After a particularly exhausting release, he pulls back and asks if I want to try a toy.

Uh, *duh*.

He goes to his bedside table and pulls out a new piece, curved like a half moon. It’s three glass bulbs in a row leading to a handle with an O ring grip. He sits between my legs this time, putting one arm under my leg to caress the outside of my thigh while the other manipulates the toy against my sensitive pussy lips, coating the tip with his saliva and my cum. The first bulb pops inside without warning and I moan involuntarily. The second and third follow quickly. He starts to fuck me with it right away, watching as the toy stretches my hole more than his fingers had.

He gets back between my legs to lick my clit again.

The bulbs popping in and out of my tight hole feels *incredible*, because I get the feeling of being freshly entered while also having the fullness of the other bulbs inside me. The half-moon curve hits my g-spot *too* easily. Between his tongue on my sensitive clit and the constant assault on my vagina, I come again quickly, this time hard enough that I’m tempted to slow him down. Honestly, the only thing that kept my there with my tender cunt getting plowed relentlessly was the thought of writing this later, imaging all of you experiencing my helpless pleasure vicariously.

The intensity grew exponentially with each release. When he kept fucking me at a steady pace, a satisfying depth, and stroked the firm tip of his tongue in just the right place on my clit, it set off a cascade of orgasms less than a minute apart, barely relaxing from one before I start to moan and squirm in preparation for another. My legs are trembling out of control and I am drenched. I don’t know if I squire, but I feel the same kind of release that I did [the first time I squirted](https://www.reddit.com/r/Rapekink/comments/7da54c/i_squirted_for_the_first_time_at_28_after/), several times in a row, and I hear him say *wow* from between my thighs at least once.

I grab his hair in one hand and a panel of his headboard in the other. I actually heard the cheap wood crack a little. I can feel my juices running down between [my ass cheeks](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/7h14p1/curvy_f/).

When I catch my breath, I’m not sure I want to go on. I’m sensitive and spent. Though he’s slowed, he does not stop fucking the toy in and out of my overworked cunt. He waits no more than ten seconds and leans down to suck my clit again. I just whimper and let him do it. It only takes a few minutes for me to reach another blindly climax; as soon as the moment is over, I’m begging him to slow down, telling him it’s too much.

He laughs and kisses my clit, making my legs jump one more time. He slides the toy out of my sopping hole and puts it aside, then comes up to lie on his side next to me. I roll to my side to face him. Knowing now that legs are his weakness, I tuck mine up between us in the fetal position, which places my lower leg flush with his upper thighs, pressing my shin along his hard cock through his jeans. He wraps his arms around me to pull me closer and says, “Yes, more of this.”

And I did do more of it. A lot more.

[to be continued]

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7h5piz/mf_shy_guy_licks_my_pussy_a_second_time