Sarah is [M]y Tinderella [Part 3] [MF]

Gentlemen, and ladies/catfish, sorry for not posting in ages. Life and Sarah have kept me busy recently.

That’s a good way of summarizing the past few months… busy. I’ve had to go out of town for work more than once which sounds cool, but honestly, I’m not a fan of it. It interrupts my schedule of working out and eating right and since I can be pretty introverted, I find myself flicking through the channels alone on weeknights. And by the time I can get home, I have to use the weekends to prepare for the week. It can get grueling and a little lonely.

What’s worse is that one night a week is pretty much all I can spend with Sarah. I took off another Thursday from work which, believe me, we made the most of, but I’m going to stay away from that in the future. Too many of my coworkers are asking nosy questions about if I’m seeing anyone, why I seem to walk with a spring in my step on Thursday morning, et cetera, and I’m not willing to explain the situation with Sarah. Maybe that makes me shallow? Or maybe I’ve internalized a fair bit of slut-shaming? I don’t know.

** To skip to sex

Anyway, it was Wednesday afternoon last week at work… I was finishing up with a few things and really looking forward to meeting up with Sarah that night. I texted her that it had been a long week and I was really looking forward to hump day, which she responded with a wink, when my boss came by. He said that something came up in California and my flight left that night, and be ready to work through the weekend.

After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I said something about plans with friends and stuff, but he just shook his head. He said the company would reimburse me for any plans I couldn’t cancel and that he was sorry. It wasn’t just me, He was going to do some stuff too, and our whole team had to head out there. The only guy who stayed behind was an exception because someone needed to hold down the fort and it was his anniversary. So I really had no choice, just go home, pack up and we’re gonna carpool it to the airport at seven.

I called Sarah on the way home. She didn’t pick up… of course, she was dropping her daughter off with her ex. By the time she could call me back, she was in the shower and I was halfway through packing. I explained the situation using a few choice words and apologized… she said she understood, but it did suck. And yeah, it did. I’m starting to really like this chick, and besides, the sex is fantastic. I said I wish I had time to swing by and say goodbye, and get a goodbye kiss and maybe a little more, but I really had no time to do that and get back in time to head to the airport. So, I guess we had to say goodbye now.

I’ll be honest, I got a little choked up and it hit me out of nowhere. I guess it’s because Sarah is the best part of my week by far. Most of my friends have become flakey because reasons, so I’m alone most of the weekend. And yes, I do continue to try and meet girls on Tinder and other dating apps, but it’s pretty useless. I got to a second date with this 22 year old who was incessantly immature and annoying, other than that, it’s coffee dates, polite rejections, or not so polite rejections. It fucking sucks. And California wasn’t going to be better because even if I met a nice girl there, it would be no more than a fling, and that’s even if I wanted to do it because I’m not sure that would be treating Sarah right, and if I met a girlfriend material girl there, then so what, since I live in Florida…

**

I had just finished packing up my suitcase when I heard a ring on the doorbell. What the Hell–already? It was like six fifteen. I grabbed my stuff and went to the door and there was Sarah. She was standing there, her hair still damp, in no more than a towel that barely clung to that curvy hourglass frame of hers, just barely held up by a knot next to her big soft tits.

For the second time that day, I picked my jaw up off the floor.

“Hey baby,” Sarah said. She was blushing so much, she could barely speak. She wiped her hair out of her eyes and then undid the knot holding her towel up around her bust, and slowly pulled it apart, exposing that body that I adore so much. She gave her big tits a shake so that they jiggled, practically bounced all over the place, and let the motion continue down her body, down her increasingly toned tummy, to those broad lovely hips of hers.

She’s usually clean shaven, all over, but this time there was a little vertical patch of blond hair right above her still wet, pink pussy.

“Sorry,” she giggled, still blushing bright red. “I didn’t have time to finish shaving.”

I think I said something back. I don’t think it was very intelligent because Sarah just laughed again, slowly getting less nervous.

“So, uhm… are we gonna go inside?” she said.

I looked around. I should mention, I live in a fairly isolated area, heavily wooded, and my nearest neighbor’s barely within walking distance. All you can see from my front porch are trees, the occasional glimpse of a passing car, and the much more occasional pedestrian or bicyclist.

So with that in mind, and my cock rock hard from seeing here there, naked like that… I shook my head no. Then I dropped my bags, grabbed her tight, and kissed her as passionately as I could. We were making out in open air in seconds and I could feel her squirm against me, she needed it just as bad as I did. I ran my hands through her hair and tugged her back gently, so that I could kiss all over her pretty face. Then I looked her in the eye and decided to be a little rougher than I usually am… I lightly slapped her across the face, barely hard enough to sting and not hard enough to leave a mark. She looked surprised at first but then gave me that coy naughty perverted smile of hers and just kissed my hand.

“You naughty girl, you needed this, didn’t you?” I teased her. My thumb was at the corner of her lips so she began to lick and suck at it to tease me as she nodded. “Yeah, baby, I needed this,” she hissed. She began to get down to kneel on her towel but I stopped her when she was just squatting and began to grind against her face a little roughly. I could feel how much that turned her on, she was grinding her face back and feverishly trying to tug down my pants.

I helped her out and a moment later, there she was in my favorite posture again… grinning, blushing, looking up at me with my dark naked uncut cock resting across her face from her chin to her forehead. I stroked through her hair a few times, enjoying the sight before she made me moan by reaching out with her tongue and licking my balls just once. She then sucked not one, but both of them into her mouth and closed her eyes to focus without being distracted by my moans. She played with them for a minute before letting each pop out of her lips in turn.

“You’re dirty,” she commented. “Let me clean you up, okay?”

I had nothing to say to that. I’m usually the one who dirty talks and I’m okay at it, but this was uncharted territory. For the next few minutes she licked, kissed and sucked over every inch of my cock and balls, and my lower groin and thighs too. She had me going so crazy it didn’t occur to me to take a video, and I was begging to fuck her when she finally tried to throat my cock again.

She got pretty far this time, maybe a little past halfway, before she had to pull off and cough hard. She spent a second catching her breath and wincing, saying something about how her throat was gonna be sore, before she grinned up at me and smacked my cock against the same cheek that I had slapped.

“So you want to fuck me, huh, baby?” she cooed. She stood up halfway, slowly, and ground her big boobs against my cock. I precame a little bit and stroked through her hair, over her pale shoulders and a back that was just starting to get a little freckly. “Fuck yes, baby, can I please fuck you? Please?” I begged her.

She grinned up at me, winked… and shook her head no. Then she hugged me around the waist and kissed my torso a few times, her big tits teasing my cock merciliessly.

“If you want to fuck me, you have to take me,” she grinned.

For a second, I wasn’t sure what to do. My past relationships have been pretty tame and although Sarah and I started off pretty slutty, this was really foreign to me. But I could see that she was giggling and grinning and the way she snuggled against me like that was so cute and so fucking sexy… I ran my hand through her hair and slapped her again, before picking her up and carrying her bridal style into my bedroom. I don’t even think I shut the front door behind me.

I put her down on the bed, back down, and immediately started to kiss her. I don’t care that she’d just given me oral and in fact the sheer naughtiness of it is a turn on. I kissed her face and slapped her lightly again a few times before I leaned up and looked down at her. She is so fucking sexy and erotic when she’s laying there, all pale skin and curves, giggling up at me with a flushed face and slightly messy blonde hair. My cock was hard and pressed right up against her, when I took her wrists into my hands and pinned them down over her head.

“Do you want me to fuck you baby?” I teased her. “Mm-mmmm,” she giggled, teasing me right back. “No, please, don’t,” she said, but everything about her face and eyes and body said yes and she blew me kisses afterwards, just in case.

So I pushed forward, slowly, until my cockhead popped inside of her. That always makes her kind of twitch and open her mouth in a mixture of pleasure and pain. But then, as I started to go in farther, she was moaning and squirming and the way I held her hands over her head made every movement send her big boobs jiggling. I took my time going all the way in her, and when I started to thrust I was super shallow, super slow about it.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna miss this,” I moaned. “God, you’re the best fuck ever…” “I’m gonna miss your dick,” she moaned back. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore… fuck me, baby.”

I couldn’t play games anymore at that and let loose on her. I was too frenzied to be really rough or methodological about it, she had me turned on so much I don’t even think I lasted that long. I think she came once or twice, she started to moan something that sounded like a mix of “fuck” “oh my God” and “no” all at the same time. But as my form started to fail and I got closer to cumming, she told me to pull out, she was ovulating.

I’m pretty sure I came right there. I mean, Sarah’s the longest relationship I’ve had since college and I’m way more attracted to her than I have ever been to any of my previous girlfriends. Plus, she’s so fucking sexy and sweet to me, plus the way we met and fucked unprotected within an hour of meeting each other, and the way she showed up at my front door, and the fact that I was going to be gone for a while, I just couldn’t help it.

But, I played it cool. I managed to stay hard for a few thrust later and pulled out to straddle her chest. I jacked myself off until she took over, opened her mouth wide and shut her eyes… and I came again across her chin, cheek and nose. The pure white cum was bright even against her pale skin as it clung there, even as she began to lick and wipe it away. I sat there panting for a moment, her own chest rising and falling, making her big tits grind against my cock… I swear I could have gone again then and there. But, she licked me clean, gently, and then just lay there, her little hands on my thighs, smiling up at me, my cum still on her face.

“I’m gonna miss you, baby,” she said. I think her voice quavered a little bit, or maybe it’s just wishful thinking. I reached down and held her hands. My cock was still pretty hard and the head was against her chin. “Yeah… I’m gonna miss you too.”

I think we both wanted to say a lot more than that. But we just sat there for a minute, until my phone buzzed… that was my boss, texting me that he was running a little late but would be there in like half an hour.

I told her to shower first, but she made me go and I did. I came out extra dolled up, with cologne, hair all gelled up and everything, and when I did, she had tidied up my bedroom a little bit and was still laying on the bed naked. I wanted nothing more than to hold her tight and fuck her again, or just hold her tight, except my boss texted me again that he was just a few minutes out with the crew.

I gave Sarah my house key and said to make a copy, and we’d figure things out later. She just nodded, didn’t say anything, and for what felt like a long time, we sat there and kind of looked at each other. Like I said, I think we both wanted to say more than “I’m going to miss you” but neither of us quite had what it took. I gave Sarah a goodbye kiss and she accepted it in a kind of lukewarm way… was starting to feel awkward when she kind of scooted down, unzipped my pants and gave me a kiss through the boxers. Said that was her way of saying goodbye. I swear I’m never soft around this chick.

Anyway, after that, I headed out just as my boss pulled up. I barely had time to shut the door and pretend to lock it, and hope that they didn’t see the white towel on my doorstep that Sarah had left. I hopped into the car and texted Sarah goodbye and for the next hour or so, I was busy with getting to the airport, talking about work, etc etc etc.

But I’ll be honest, I was kind of torn up about things and when I had a minute to myself, i was texting Sarah again. She has my house key now so I guess I’m committed in a way, but I trust her more than I trusted any of my exes. I know if I stay with her it’ll be alright, at least in the short term. I’ve been texting her left and right from here in Cali and some of the texts she’s sent back have been… interesting. But I’ll save that for another post I guess. For now, Sarah is still my Tinderella but maybe, just maybe, we can become more than that?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9t6jrk/sarah_is_my_tinderella_part_3_mf

4 comments on “Sarah is [M]y Tinderella [Part 3] [MF]

  1. You’ve got a good thing going. And since apparently your job is kind of shitty in how it impacts your life, fuck those people if they ask about your personal life. Live for you.

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