Not the craziest story, but I tend to find the most erotic aspect of these things is the sometimes banal authenticity of real events. To that end, here’s a brief description of an encounter I had about 8 months ago.
I traveled to a southern state for the wedding of two college friends. It was a long drive to the lake house where it was taking place. The night was warm and dark-green, with a comforting din of insects in the background. The wedding was the following day, but there was already a big party going on at the house when I arrived. The house was glowing from inside and out. Terraced balconies led down to a dock and boathouse tucked into the lakeside. I picked up a clear plastic cup of red wine and reacquainted myself with friends I hadn’t seen in years. I saw Elisa organizing people to play some kind of group game, and I joined in. She’d been a passing friend of friends several years ago, enough that we recognized each other by face if not really by name. I enjoyed her energy as she reigned in people to play, her long legs gliding underneath an airy, floral print dress. Strawberry blonde curls ran down her neck and lay on the thin straps of the dress. I saw her glance at her reflection in a window, adjusting the linen over her modest breasts, before she walked over and said hello to me. The small talk was good, she was smiling a lot. Talking led to drinking, led to smoking, led to making out next to the lake by three that morning.
She took my hand and said “Follow me to bed,” a pleasant phrase to hear. I was slightly disheartened when she led me to bedroom lined with bunks and multiple people sleeping. We slipped into an upper bunk, and stripped down to our underwear. I wrapped my arms around her and we lay face to face, noses touching. “This is nice,” I said. “It is,” she replied.
We awoke together, I kissed her neck. I woke up with an erection; my still fabric-clad penis pushed against the panties covering her labia, and even through the layers I could feel her warmth on me. Most of the people sleeping had gotten up, but two people remained in the room. Quietly—barely moving the sheet above us—she slipped a hand down my stomach until it was wrapped around my penis. She used her thumb on the underside of my glans, steadily rubbing it with little circles, occasionally squeezing out a drop of my precum for lubrication. We kissed and I rubbed her small breasts, little dollops of fat on her athletic torso. I slipped a hand into her panties, past a soft triangle of pubic hair, but she grabbed my hand before I got any farther. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. This didn’t slow her down, however, as she was now more decisively stroking me—still silently—up and down. The last person had gone upstairs for breakfast. “Finally they got the hint,” Elisa said, smiling as she wiggled to the foot of the bed. I was on my back. She kneeled between my legs and pulled back the underwear, my penis snapping out. Gripping closer to the base, she continued to jerk me off, but now wet lips enveloped the head of my penis. It was not a flashy blow job, but her eagerness and rhythm were thrilling. This tall, beautiful woman seemed to want nothing more this morning than my dick in her mouth. An orgasm was building as her head bobbed up and down, leaving a sheen of saliva on my shaft. My legs tightened, I grabbed her shoulder where it met the neck and I started to come. I groaned as the first two spurts shot into her mouth. She was keeping her lips closed—perhaps intent to swallow—but with the third spurt she gave a little cough and opened her mouth. Semen spilled out down her lips and hand as I continued to come. She wiped her chin and hugged my pelvis. We went upstairs for breakfast.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9e66g1/mf_coming_in_a_friends_mouth
That’s pretty hot. I love mornings that start slow.
Did you find out why she stopped you?