[MF] Close Encounters of the Target Kind, pt. II

So after finishing my [Target shopping experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/84dh34/close_encounters_of_the_target_kind_mf/), I realized that I did not have Neesa’s number or anyway to contact her. She never reached out to me and a year or so had passed since the original meeting. I had thought of the encounter often but didn’t dwell on it. There were other hook ups to be had!

My old business card, which I had handed out, had my personal cell number on it as I used one card for two jobs because I was lazy and a wallet can only carry so many items. No one ever utilized my personal cell phone so I ended up removing it from the card and eventually got a corporate phone to boot so it was a surprise to receive a text from an unknown number late at night.

I was sitting in the graduate library of the college I was getting my Masters degree from, studying for some business accounting class that was much more difficult than it should have been when my phone went off.

“Is this JH3JH3?”

I assumed it was a classmate, looking for us to join in so I fired back an assertive “Yup.”

I placed my phone back on the table and went back to crunching numbers with my classmates when it vibrated again, not thirty seconds going by. Which was cool, they probably needed to be buzzed into our library area as it was after hours. I double-tapped the screen and let it open on the table.
“I’m ovulating.” read the text, immediately accompanied by a photo of a wet, purple toy pushed to the depths of a shaved olive-toned pussy.
I fumbled for the phone, inadvertently sliding it off the table into my lap. I did my best to professionally excuse myself from my classmates. “I uh…I have to take this.” I mumbled as I stood from the cheap plastic chair. Luckily their lives were miserable due to school so they didn’t give a shit what I was doing as I darted through the door and into the empty hallway.

It was a dark corridor, like I was an extra in The Faculty or something so I lowered the brightness on my phone and took in the image before me.
I honestly had no idea who was texting me. I’m unsure I could pick different pussies out of a police line-up.
I racked my brain, trying to figure out who would be sending me this. I couldn’t place the first three numbers for a region either.

My phone vibrated in my palm as I darted my eyes back and forth in the hallway. Opening the message I saw the text “Don’t you want to fill me up?” display across the screen followed by two images. The first was the toy, sitting at the entrance to this woman’s love canal, very faintly you could make out a thin bridge of grool from her lips to the tip of the toy (I saved this photo for eons until it was lost to the void). The second photo showed the toy bottomed out inside of her, her finger tips and nails gripping the rubbery base.

As a side note, at the time I was experimenting with some FWB’s and receiving such a text wouldn’t be so out of the ordinary but I would either a) know the number texting me or b) recognize who was in the photo.

I found myself studying the photos, telling myself I was being more Sherlock Holmes than Ron Jeremy as I tented my slacks in this hallway. Her hips were so smooth and the color of her skin was glowing; I was mesmerized. I was intrigued and didn’t want the opportunity to go to waste so I had to answer back.

Using years of sexual seduction, charm, and the vocabulary earned by two degrees I typed back:

“Who is this?”

I honestly don’t know how she didn’t teleport through the phone at the Casa Nova line. I’m hard just thinking about it */s*.

My phone buzzed almost immediately after I hit send.

“Maybe I waited too long to text you…” A new image of her fingers spreading her lips wide filled my screen.

“Maybe I should pretend this purple dild is someone else’s cock…”

“Maybe I should find someone else to hit my Target…”

Two thoughts ran through my mind and one still does to this day. First, I knew immediately who it was. The bad Target pun narrowed it down easily. Second, who calls them dild’s? Is adding the ‘o’ that difficult? I immediately shifted tactics.

“Thought you forgot about me…” I texted back. I like to think that I have a calm demeanor but I could feel my heart thumping throughout my body.
I paced back and forth in the hallway like I was jonesing for a cigarette, waiting for some type of response. It felt like ten minutes but was more likely closer to one when my phone flashed, signaling a new message. It was a short clip, roughly eighteen seconds long of her phone laying on her bed as she straddled over top the screen on all fours. I was able to witness four plunges of that sex toy into her pussy, twisting as she dug for a treasure that she was having trouble finding.
The images alone have been seared into my brain but it was the vocals that made it a lasting memory.

“Fuck me JH3. I need you. Now. Knock me up…knock me up…knock me up..” she growled as the video cut off. I have a huge impregnation fetish so this resulted in me sporting a massive chub in the middle of this academic hallway.
I took a photo of myself, still dressed but with an obvious bulge, and shot it back to her.

Before she had a chance to look, she sent me a text. “You need to let me know the next time you travel back to Maryland. I waited too long.”

At that moment, the door opened to the hallway as one of my classmates walked out to refill her water bottle. I proceeded to do that fake thing where you place the obvious off phone to your ear and say a lot of “mhm’s”, “yeah’s”, and “can you repeat that last part?”. I don’t think I was fooling anyone as the phone buzzed again next to my ear as she returned to the library common room.

“Damn boy…I mean, man…if you dressed like that the first time I met you, we wouldn’t have made it to the car…”
It was at this point that I decided I needed to drop the bombshell on Neesa so I typed back “You know I live in Maryland, right? Like, thirty minutes from where we met.”

Five minutes went by without a response. At eight minutes I went back to my classmates as I was able to cool myself down. At fifteen minutes, I forgot about the fast lust-filled exchange and focused on statistical anomalies in tax documents for some non-profits.

Roughly an hour had passed since my text when my phone finally buzzed. I had almost forgotten what had transpired earlier and didn’t reach for it immediately as I finished whatever analysis I was convincing myself I was doing. I grabbed my phone and double-tapped the screen.

The text was an address and a room number. Firing up the ole Google let me know that address was a hotel somewhat close to me. My first thought was “organ harvesting” but the allure of pussy was much too strong to stop me. As I packed up my stuff and bid adieu to my colleagues, I texted a close friend with the address, name, and phone number of where I was going and who I was seeing in case I ended up on the news. Safety first everyone.

I texted back “thirty minutes” and received a ” ;) ” almost instantly. When it’s almost midnight, you can pretty much drive whatever speed limit you like and I was there a little earlier than anticipated. The hotel was nicer than I imagined for what was about to transpire. As it was later at night, I had to be buzzed in by the front desk as I didn’t have a key card but once I told them the room number I was going to, they just let me waltz right on through. I don’t know anything about hotel security but that seemed like a bad policy.

I stepped in the elevator and stepped out on the fifth floor, making my way to the eighth room. I was hoping for something close to the corner or stairwell for noise purposes but that was not my luck. I could hear a few TV’s on behind closed doors but the floor seemed pretty empty.

I took a deep breath, knocked on 508 and heard shuffling behind the door. A shadow appeared behind the peephole and then the door unlocked, opening slowly. I stepped into the hotel room, which was as standard as they come. To my right was a door to the bathroom and kidney removing tub, in front of me was a TV on a dresser pressed against a wall with a bed facing it. I saw remnants of a person being in this room but did not spot Neesa. I took another step as the door swung closed behind me and turned before I was pushed harshly against the wall.

Her thick lips were pressed against mine and I felt her hands run over my chest and stomach over my dress shirt. Instinct took over as my hands ran around her back and pulled her close as our tongues reenacted a famous wrestling match. She finally pulled back and smoothed the kimono style robe she was wearing against her body and shyly said hi.

My eyes took in every inch of her and the robe, a light white with red flowers pasted on it, complimented her skin color and curves phenomenally. As I was checking her out, she was eyeing me up. It had been a year and while not much had changed about my appearance, I was not dressed like a bum this time. Tan suit jacket, button-up dress shirt, slacks, Florsheim shoes. She bit her lip, grabbed my hand, and pulled pushed me onto the bed.
She stood at the foot of the bed with the robe barely concealing her body. A deep V ran from her cleavage to her naval and if it wasn’t for the loose belt barely holding the robe closed, nothing would be left to the imagination. It was my first real look at her body since the first time we were confined to a car and I was still in awe at what I was seeing. She knew I was checking her out and played it up. Finger tip to her lips, pouting lips, a slow turn and reveal. The bottom of the robe rested on her ass, the bottom of her cheeks just becoming visible with the slightest of movements.

She placed her right knee on the bed next to my left leg and brought her left knee next, straddling my legs. Her hands worked my belt delicately as she starred into my eyes. The belt came undone and was dropped next to the bed. She unbuttoned my slacks and teased my cock through the fabric with her long fingernails before undoing the zipper. I helped by hiking my hips up and she slide my boxers and pants off with a few tugs. Precum was beginning to pool at the tip of my cock as it bobbed back and forth once released from it’s cotton prison.

She rolled her head left, letting her hair fall to the side of her face as her mouth came within an inch of my cock. I could feel her hot breath on my skin and it just made my cock twitch more. Her fingertips started to lightly stroke my hardened member as her breath fell onto me. She finally spoke, in a deep, husky voice.

“It’s that time of the month…when I should be restraining from anything related to sex…my mind knows this…but my body…” She took her hands from my cock, which elicited a sad groan from me before she cupped her bountiful breasts through the robe and squeezed them, “…but my body says otherwise…I keep thinking…” She paused, taking that moment to run her tongue from the base of my balls to the tip of my cock head and back before resuming, “…I keep thinking about that day in your car. Your cock…This cock…” Her finger dabbed the tip of my slit, wetting her finger tip with precum before bringing it to her lips and smearing it like a lip gloss. A small moan escaped in unison with the action. “What I’m saying…the choice is yours.” She pointed to the bedside table and there was a pack of condoms, unopened, sitting next to the alarm clock. My eyes followed her finger and then returned back to her.

I don’t know what had happened between last year and that night, but she had learned that she was a vixen and that her body was a fucking weapon. She was using it accordingly. I stood absolutely no chance.

I sat up quickly, shocking her as she gasped and pressed our lips together. My hands immediately went for her full ass, gripping and kneading it as she pressed her body against mine. I put my hands on her back and turned us with her falling onto her back on the bed and me on top. Her robe now fell open, her heavy breasts flattening to her sides as I now stood above her. I quickly removed the suit jacket and dress shirt, discarding them to the floor (thank you dry cleaning!) before grabbing her left foot and pointing it towards the ceiling. I kissed her ankle and slowly made my way to her inner thighs. I kissed up and down and between, alternating sides as I enjoyed the look of my pale skin to her bronzed tone.

This was my first time being face-to-face with her pussy and I wanted to make the most of it. The scent was intoxicating as I let my tongue lick the sides of her lips before settling gently on her hood. It pained me, but I was as slow and as gentle as I could be. Every time she bucked her hips towards my face, I would retreat, wanting to drive her over the edge for the photos she was sending earlier. My lips and beard were coated in her flavor. She kept gripping at my head to shove me deeper but being shaved, there was nothing for any grip so her hands were just flailing and grabbing the comforter.

Neesa let out a guttural groan and spoke through gritted teeth “Just fucking fuck me already”. I didn’t need to be told twice.

I climbed up her body, pausing momentarily to cup her large breasts with my hands and suck and bite on her nipples before moving to her neck. She grabbed my cock and lined myself towards her entrance but I shooed her hand away. Using my hand to guide myself, I teased her wet slit with my cock head while whispering in her ear.
“I should really use a condom” I pressed my head against her opening.

“It’s an unsafe time for you” I pulled back, sliding my head lower along her lips.

“Once I’m inside you….I’m not pulling out” She moaned, gripping my ass as she tried to get me to take the unprotected plunge. My tongue flicked against her ear as she arched her neck.

“Do you think it’s a good idea? Taking my cock bare?” I let the words linger as her breath became more shallow. I slapped my hard cock against her cunt, refocusing her attention.

“JH3JH3…please” she pleaded into my eyes the way a child does to their parent when they want a pet and I couldn’t say no as I slide every inch inside of her.

If I thought her pussy was amazing the first time we had sex, I wasn’t prepared for this time. She was so worked up and so tight that I slide all the way in on that initial thrust. Her breath was caught in her throat as her body shook and I started to build a rhythm. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me close so we were forehead to forehead, her mouth open slightly as we stared in each others eyes. I had been so worked up and hadn’t cum that day yet that I lasted only a few minutes.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t warn her. I continued our movements until I felt my cock start to swell and I buried myself inside of her. She started moaning loudly, eventually sinking her teeth into my shoulder as I pulsed into her cunt.
As our breathing settled, we laid there, eyes locked. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me. But we weren’t done.

The erotic nature of the entire scene had me hard again immediately and I started to slowly thrust into her, pushing my cum deeper inside. Her eyes widened and her legs wrapped around my waist as we picked up the pace and we moved from having sex to barbaric fucking. The sound of her creampied cunt being pounded by my slick cock filled the room with the sloshing sound as the bed started to creak under our assault. Having cum once already, I knew this time was going to be much longer.

Knowing Neesa would let me do what I wanted to do (within reason), I took a moment to find my belt from the side of the bed. Pulling out was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make as a human being but it had to be done. Ordering her onto all fours, I had her crawl to the corner near the bedside table. I was able to loop the belt through the bedframe and around her wrists, tightening until she couldn’t move on her own volition. The look on her face and gasp were a mixture of faux-shock and extreme arousal. Reentering her pussy from behind solidified that arousal. The view from behind was mesmerizing as my cock repeatedly plunged into her tight cunt. The way her ass jiggled as my hand came down upon it with forceful smacks made me have to bite my own lip as the sound echoed throughout the room.

Neesa started to moan loud, and while I was a more than captivated audience, I did worry about what would happen to any hotel neighbors and their complaints. This hotel had the headboard drilled into the wall, so no worries about the wood bashing against the wall and making noise. The bedside table though…not so fortunate. Neesa was pushing her hands against it and with each forward thrust, the table was bouncing against the wall. With one final smack, I pulled out of her and had her straighten her legs so she was laying flat on her stomach in the prone position.

Her ass was made for wide-screen in that view and I had to pinch myself to put my attention back where it was needed. Her pussy was turning red and you could see feint instances of my cum trying to escape from her hole and that simply wouldn’t do. As I mounted her from behind, I took what was left of her robe and pushed it into her mouth. I felt her pussy clamp down further as the fabric wrestled with her tongue.
This is my favorite position and I took advantage of it, utilizing my leverage to forcefully fuck her wet pussy. Her moans started to seep through the cloth so I leaned forward and wrapped my forearm around her neck, applying just enough pressure to restrict some airflow. I remember the noise of the bed creaking with each thrust over and over and over again.

There were no words spoken during this exchange and when it came time for me to cum again, I buried myself once more in the pussy I was making my home and came.

I untied her hands and gave her an ass massage before showering (it was really red) as we made small talk. She was glowing and radiant for a woman that just got fucked and came in twice.
We had some more fondling and a blow job before passing out around three in the morning.

I took a personal day at work and we grabbed breakfast at the hotel and grabbed some Plan B from the local pharmacy. We’ve stayed in contact a little but nothing comes close to these first two times.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8a0n3m/mf_close_encounters_of_the_target_kind_pt_ii

6 comments on “[MF] Close Encounters of the Target Kind, pt. II

  1. Wow. My god. I read the first part too. Don’t let her get away! Do you really know anything about her?

  2. Love it. Loved the first one as well. Going to follow you if I can in hopes that you’ll share some of your FWB stories – again, you have an amazing writing style and sense of humor!

  3. Whoa very hot! All the whispering before you plunged into her brought back some great memories for me.

  4. > Using years of sexual seduction, charm, and the vocabulary earned by two degrees I typed back:

    > “Who is this?”

    This made me lol.

    Well written my man, looking forward to the next one.

  5. That, my friend is an awesome story. These situations don’t occur often enough.

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