Money can buy you a lot of toys, a new computer, a home to live in and a decent car, but it can’t always buy happiness and companionship, something I have been lacking in the past few years. I yearn for someone to be beside me, hold me tightly, and never let go. Someone to be there all the time, look me in the eyes, and tell me how wonderful I am. Someone who I can return these feelings to. I don’t want any children to have to worry about taking care of, just someone to be with.
I log on to my computer and begin sifting through various websites, trying to figure out where to start looking for someone. I make a profile and seeing where things go, not having high hopes for anything.
I describe what I look like, six feet tall, lean, but toned, short brown hair and brown eyes. Light skin that tans well in the summer, and a couple of freckles across my face. I don’t think much of myself, though I at least do try to care for my appearance, having proper hygiene, trimming any unsightly nose hairs, and plucking the couple of hairs that grow between my eyebrows. I attach a few photos that show this off, but they are not the most professional quality, having to take them myself and making an awkward tripod to hold my cellphone. After a few dozen attempts I manage to get some I feel represent me well.
I ask for someone whose body craves the touch of another. Not just someone to hang out and party with but someone who longs for intimacy and companionship. I want to spend hours upon hours together holding and caressing each other on the couch while watching films, but mostly using it as an excuse to keep us together. Then, when we can’t keep our eyes open any longer, we can kiss and retire for the evening to bed, wrapped up together in a cocoon of limps and blankets until the sun rises and wakes us up, ready to do it all over again.
I give a general idea of my location, saying I’m located in southeastern Connecticut, but don’t go much further than that, offering to travel as necessary to meet anyone who happens to respond.
I don’t have any expectations and fully anticipate no responses, but to not even try means I wave given up without even putting forth any effort, and I know I must at least give this a try before admitting defeat.
I turn off my computer, and begin cooking something for dinner. Preparing meals has always been a favorite past time of mine, even if I usually have nobody to cook for other than myself. I grew up in a home where we ate dinner together every day, and with plenty of opportunities to assist in the kitchen I learned a few things myself on how to create food that I enjoy.
Today I’m making linguini and clam sauce from scratch. Normally I would just use a can for the sauce, but I happened to see the clams at the grocer and went all out buying the rest of the ingredients. Is the additional cost really worth it? Probably not, but it’s very enjoyable creating something on your own rather than just have someone else do it for you.
I sit down at the table, twirling my fork into the long strands of pasta, before scraping it off with my teeth. I close my eyes and enjoy the savory tastes of the ocean, greasy olive oil, and the copious amounts of cheese added on. I try to savor my food as much as I can, but for some reason with this meal I can’t help but finish it off within seconds, or at least it feels that way. I stare at my empty pasta bowl, thinking of getting more, but opt to store the rest of it for later consumption.
With not much else to do I return to my computer, loving back on and looking to see if anyone had replied in the hours I had been away. Surprisingly I had a few responses. One of them in particular really stood out to me. Her name was Emily and explained how she had previously been in a loving relationship but things had gone sour and craved the same things in life that I did, companionship, warmth, and loving arms to wrap around her.
I eagerly replied, saying how she was exactly the kind of woman I was looking for and couldn’t wait to be there by her side. I asked to see a picture of her and maybe set up a time when we could visit each other.
In her photo, she had long, beautiful hair. Golden brown and wavy that your hands could get lost in. Beaming green eyes and a cute nose with a radiant smile. I couldn’t wait to meet her.
On Friday I drove to a nearby restaurant and anxiously sat in my car, waiting for her arrival. I texted her, asking her to let me know when she made it, looking forward to seeing her for the first time. Soon after she replied stating that she had arrived and I jumped out of my car to walk towards the front entrance.
Perhaps I’m making her out to be more gorgeous than she really is, maybe I just haven’t been on a date in a long time, but the first moment I saw her she looked quite lovely in a knee length floral skirt and a black blouse. I wanted to embrace her and kiss her right in the parking lot, but opted for a light hug instead. I opened the front door for her and we were directed to a table next to a window where I could see other customers making their way in and out of their vehicles, though none of my focus was directed on them. Instead I stared at Emily’s radiant green eyes and perfect smile. We fumbled I’m conversation, each of us blushing a little at first at each other’s compliments while waiting for our food to arrive. She told me I looked exceptionally cute in my photographs and looked even better in person, while I felt the same about her.
Finally, our food arrived and honestly, I don’t even remember what I ate. Maybe it was a Rueben sandwich, since I order those a lot, but no matter how delicious it was, the pleasure I had from eating it was nothing in comparison to that received by the woman sitting in front of me.
We finished our meal, paid for it and left the restaurant, unsure of what to do next. I offered to host us at my place and maybe watch a film, and she politely accepted my offer. I sent her my address, and got into my car to drive back home. My palms were sweaty and heart racing the entire drive home, hoping she wouldn’t bail on me and that I would be an exceptional host for her. My home is sparsely furnished, but hopefully it wouldn’t matter to her.
I parked in my driveway and soon after she arrived, stepping out and admiring my house. It’s a small one-story ranch with an unfurnished basement and a spacious backyard. Not enough room to but a baseball diamond, but enough to grow a garden if I desired. I opened the front door and ushered her in, taking my shoes off just inside the doorway.
My living room and kitchen are attached with no dining room in between, I just use the kitchen table to eat at instead. The living room only has a TV stand, coffee table, couch, and a bookcase with a couple of books and trinkets on it. It’s nothing special, but I own it all, so that’s what matters to me. I turned the TV on to the first thing I could find that wasn’t sports, news, or reality programming and sat down on the edge of the couch, offering the rest of it to Emily. She sat down beside me and held my hand with her soft hands and well-manicured fingers. As the program progressed she inched closer towards me and leaned on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her, clutching her tightly and began to forget about what we were watching, instead focusing my attention solely on her. She looked up at me and giggled asking me what was so intriguing. I said nothing, instead opting to stroke her long hair, playing with it between my fingertips.
I pulled her up closer to me and reached in for a kiss, which she eagerly accepted. Her warm lips tasted wonderfully as I pulled her in closer, grasping at her ass and lifting her up. She pulled back and smiled starting into my eyes before climbing on top of me and continuing to kiss me. Our hands were all over each other as the TV buzzed in the background, reaching for whatever our fingers could touch. I slipped mine between her blouse and skirt feeling the sides of her body next to me. I lifted my hands up slowly, and she raised her hands above her head, asking for me to remove her blouse with her actions. I pulled it up over her head, tossing it onto the ground and stared at her bosom, not realizing before how enormous it was. I reached over for the remote and turned off the television. She smiled as I stared at her asking if I wanted a closer look. I nodded and leaned up to kiss her as she unlatched her bra and let it fall between us. I’m not sure how I missed it this whole time, but she must have had the largest breasts I had ever seen. They were curvaceous and mountainous with areola the size of saucers and nipples that protruded just asking to be sucked on, now free from the confines of her brassiere.
I dove my head in between them squeezing them as she moaned on top of me. My mouth latched onto her nipple and I began to suckle, surprised when warm milk flowed freely from her breasts. I gulped it down then playfully asked why she didn’t mention this before. She smiled and replied that she wanted it to be a surprise for me. I declined to ask any further questions, thoroughly enjoying the sweet nectar of her bosom as she stroked my hair. Once I fully drained her breast, I swapped over to the other, which was just as eager to be nursed.
I asked her to sit up on my lap, giving me a better angle in which to nurse her and she eagerly fulfilled my request, letting her breasts sit in front of my face as I continued to drink her creamy milk. As it flowed from her body, I firmly grabbed her ass, squeezing it tightly as she rested on top of me. When I finally finished consuming every last drop of milk I leaned towards her, resting my head on her chest as she asked if I was full from her. I replied stating that while my stomach was full, I still desired more of her body, as I reached between her legs, rubbing her gently. She smiled, and got up, placing my hands on her hips, inviting me to remove her skirt for her. I pulled it off, along with her panties, to reveal her glistening, wet pussy, eager to be tasted.
I guided her over to my bedroom asking her to lie down in front of me. I spread her legs and dove in, sucking at her outer labia and stroking her inner thighs. She began to moan while playing with her breasts, letting drops of milk trickle down onto the comforter. I began to lick her labia and clitoris, flicking it rapidly before suckling on it like I did her nipples. She squirmed on the bed and I had to focus to not release myself from her body as she begged for me to continue. I stuck my fingers inside of her, curling them up and massaging the ridges inside her vagina, feeling around and listening to her to find out where she wanted to be touched the most. Emily screamed in ecstasy, begging me to keep touching her precisely where I was focusing. I obliged, never stopping despite her attempts to roll around on the bed. Finally, she couldn’t hold back anymore and began squirting, gushing out hot, steamy fluids all over my face. I was ecstatic to know how much she enjoyed my touch, but didn’t want to stop just there.
I climbed up onto the bed, kissing her while still drenched by her as she pulled me into her lips telling me how that was the best orgasm she ever had in her life. I pulled off my shirt, using it to dry off both our faces, while she reached down towards my trousers to feel what I was hiding. I pulled them off leaving only my boxers which hugged me tightly to show off my bulging cock. She reached inside and her eyes widened, realizing I was more well-endowed than any of her previous partners, a fitting compliment to breasts of her magnitude. She explained that while normally she would love to go down on me and show off her oral skills, now was not the time for it. She needed me inside of her immediately.
I was in no mood to decline her offer and swiftly trusted myself inside of her, aided by her plentiful natural lubricants. She gasped for air as I filled up her body, and I watched as her breasts bounced back and forth in front of me. I lay on top of her, continuing to move my hips, pressing against her chest and occasionally pausing to kiss her. As she begged for more, I lifted myself off of her, flipper her onto her hands and knees, and slid in behind her watching as she dripped milk all over the bed. I leaned over, cradling her breasts and held her tightly, kissing the back of her neck and telling her how much I loved being inside her. All I heard in response was a serious of moans and heavy breathing, telling me all I needed to know about how much she enjoyed this.
My hips needed a brief respite from all the action and I pulled out, sitting at the head of the bed with my hard cock pointing firmly towards the ceiling, inviting Emily to sit on top of me. She gladly straddled me, sliding down my shaft and kissing me while clenching her muscles tightly around me. She then began grinding up and down on me, her breasts bouncing in the air, mesmerizing me. I propped myself up with an assortment of pillows putting my head within reach of her nipples. I latched on once again and began sucking as she continued to bounce, our legs slapping against each other, echoing through the bedroom. Milk sprayed from her opposite breast all across the headboard. As she began to slow down I cupped and gripped her ass, lifting her up and down to make it easier on her. She leaned over to kiss me, then continued to ride me as I drained as much milk from her as I could, though much of it fell from the corners of my mouth down my chest.
Finally, I couldn’t hold on any longer and let her know I was about to cum. She swiftly jumped off and held up her breasts, inviting me to release myself all over them. I obliged, and ribbons of cum exploded all over her. As I attempted to squeeze out the last couple of drops she leaned over sucking it out and letting me know how wonderfully I tasted. Normally I would want to take a shower together and prevent the bed from getting coated in sperm, but since it was already soaked I saw no harm in lying next to her, basking in the afterglow as we held each other throughout the night.
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