This story was a request by a girl I was chatting with before I met up with her for the first time, she wanted me to describe what I’d do to her when I met her that night. It didn’t go *exactly* as such, but it wasn’t too far off, either. Enjoy!
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You’re sitting on the couch of the lobby, pleasantly making small talk with a few familiar faces. You’re dressed nicely… not too nicely, but nice enough that if you were meeting someone, they’d know you were trying to look sexy for them. That hint of casual sexiness not ordinarily found on a girl. A tight black shirt, with the neck cut in a low tee. The tops of your breasts just barely peek out from beneath the fabric; goosebumps play across them, hardening your nipples. You’ve got your best bra on, sexy black lace, but it’s not quite visible beneath your shirt.
Your lower half is obscured by a flowing burgundy skirt. It’s a dark, luscious red. The red of passion, and of sex. It trails to just below your knees, seemingly innocently. But with just the simplest motions, you could make your curvy hips and tight little ass grab the attention of anyone you wanted it to. You’re not wearing any stockings, you wish you could have, but were worried they might draw too much attention to yourself… Instead you decided upon black leather boots that laced up to just where your skirt ends. The dark colors contrast your fair skin just perfectly.
You weren’t hoping you’d get laid this night. Far from it, in fact. Something told you you should dress up though… you’re not sure why, but it just seemed like the night to do it.
And when the door to the building opens up ever so slowly, you know you made the right decision. Nobody else is paying attention, but you are, and your heart is a flutter. Was it nervousness? You don’t know.
I slide the door open as I walk into the lobby. I too, am dressed rather well. Too well for a community building BDSM 101 class, most likely. Sleek black leather shoes cover my feet, leading seamlessly up to my tight, dark blue jeans. jeans that hug my legs just as they should. I knew a vest would be overkill, so I’ve got on a close-fitting black dress shirt that hugs my frame nicely, outlining my broad shoulders and flat stomach. I’m not ripped with muscle, but I have a hard leanness about me. My collar is relaxed and open, just barely exposing the top of my chest, and I’ve got a sleeves rolled up my forearms. A sleek black watch sits on my left wrist, ticking quietly away.
You’re not sure you should get up, and you’re so nervous you’re stuck sinking into the couch. I’m no better, I’m nervous as I’ve ever been. But just then we lock eyes. I’m exactly the person you were hoping you’d see tonight, and I’m everything you were hoping I’d be, and you’re even sexier than I imagined you.
The nervousness falls away in a snap, and a deep lustful hunger fills us up in it’s place. You flash me a devilish grin, and I smirk at you as I walk over. You jump up from the couch. Your voice is low and full of sex appeal. “Hey… I know you,” you say.
“Not yet you don’t,” I’d reply. “I think I know how we can fix that, though,” I utter in a deep alluring voice, practically a whisper. I flash a wink at you, and motion my head over to the hall. I begin to move over to the hallway, and you’re following me as though in a daze. I turn and open up the side door to the building, and step back out into the night air, and you’re quick to follow. The door slams shut and then we’re alone. You feel drunk with anticipation. It only takes a second for me to slide my arm around your waist and pull you close. In another second, your back to to the hard wall of the GALA building, and your mouth is opening up for mine.
Your body is being held fast by mine against it. I’ve got one hand trailing down your thigh, gently. My other is cupping your check while we kiss vigorously, exploring each other’s mouths with our respective tongues. You’ve got an arm wrapped around me, while the other grips my firm ass, rolling it in your grasp, trying desperately to keep me as close as possible. You can already feel my stiffness through my jeans, hard against your lower stomach. You can’t help but let a few moans escape your mouth.
I lower my hand from your face, and wrap my arms around you. In one smooth, hard motion I lift you up and force you against the wall. Instinctively, your legs wrap around me and hold me tight. My cock is straining against my jeans, begging to thrust into you, now that your cunt is right up against it. Having stopped kissing, we lock gazes. That’s when I start to grind against you as you remain pinned to the wall. Neither of us say a word, but your eyes begin to close a little, while your mouth opens up in a moan. You want me. Right there, right then. You’ve never wanted anything more, and the wetness you feel seeping through your thin skirt is testament to that. After all, you didn’t bother to wear any panties.
I’ve run my hand underneath your shirt at this point, and have begun to knead your breast while my mouth plants tender kisses all around your neck. I could practically cum, it’s all so much. “Fuck me,” you cry out. Quietly at first, and then more loudly. “I want you in me… Fuck me! Fuck me now!”
I press my lips up against your ear. “Say ‘Please sir, please fuck me,'” it’s a quiet growl. You oblige me, practically screaming “Please sir, please fuck me!” It’s almost like you’re hoping to get caught. I love it. I unpin you from the wall, but only long enough for me to unbuckle my belt, and free my cock from my jeans. You marvel at it, but only briefly, before you grab hold of your skirt and hike it up with both hands. I grab you by the waist and force you to the wall again. I grab hold of my cock, and rub the head against your entrance. You’re soaking wet, dripping down your thigh even. We lock eyes once again, as I position my cock head just barely in you. I take my hand off of it, and grab hold of you so I can slowly lower you onto me.
My cock glides right into you, as it slowly fills you up. Our eyes are still locked, and once your pussy is completely full of my cock, I begin to thrust in and out of you, grinding you against the wall. Your legs are wrapped right around me, and your arms are draping over my shoulders and you look me in the eye, savoring every second. I start to quicken my pace, fucking you harder and faster. Soon, you can’t even keep your eyes on me; everything is a daze. An erotic, pleasure-fueled daze. You can’t help but moan gutturally as you shudder and buck against me in orgasm. “Cum in me!” you cry out between thrusts. “I want it, I want your cum, fucking cum in me!” you scream. I’m thrusting against you like mad, with my eyes locked with yours. After one final, long hard thrust, I stay fixed balls deep in you, and my cock begins to twitch and spasm. I start thrusting again, as hard as I can as my cock explodes inside of you. You hear my low, loud grunts reverberate through you as my cock pulses inside of you, filling you with cum. You practically scream once again with pleasure, as your whole body goes electric with orgasm. You’re bucking wildly against me again.
It isn’t until many minutes later that you’re finally able to think clearly again. You’re still wrapped tight around me, and a mix of our cum is leaking out of you. You can’t believe what just happened, what you just did. More over, you can’t believe how much you loved every second. We lock eyes again, and kiss passionately. I let you down from the wall, and it takes you a minute to sturdy yourself. You can barely stand from the intense fucking you just received.
Once you’ve recovered, you take another look at my cock. I’m still rock hard, and I’m covered in our juices. “We can’t drive back to my place with your cock like that, can we?” you ask, smiling that devilish smile of yours. Before I can reply, you slink down to a crouch and grab hold of my cock. It’s searing hot, and feels almost like it could burn you. You’re exhilarated by it, as you take me into your mouth. I grab hold of you hair gently as you suck my cock dry of all our juices. You relish in the taste of my cum, intermingled with your own taste. After another swirl of your tongue around my cock head, you pull me out of your mouth. “That’s all? ” I ask.
“Fuck no. It’s my turn, and then we’re going to my place,” you tell me. I smile, and nod my head. I lift you up and press you against the wall, as I crouch, lifting you higher. I duck my head down beneath your skirt, and then press my face up against you. You’re even wetter than I thought, and my whole face becomes covered with your juices, as you sit over my head, you hand grabbing hold of my hair. You can’t even tell what I’m doing anymore, it all blends together in a medley of pleasure. Before long, you’re bucking against my face in another orgasm, crying out for all the world to hear.
After that, I let you down and we smile at each other. “To my place?” you ask. “Gladly,” I reply…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9l5goc/the_spark_of_a_new_encounter_mf