Hey everyone. Long time reader. First time posting. This story happened years ago. But, I’m writing about it because I think about it often. I tried to keep it short to save you, the readers, time. You can skip down a few paragraphs to get to the dirty stuff.
Around early 2013, I met a woman on Plenty of Fish. Beautiful, 5’6, long black hair, and curvy. She was a high school biology teacher. She wore glasses and her hair was always in a ponytail. When she let it down, it would fall to the top of her butt. For this story, we will call her Consuela. After about four days of chatting online, we decided to meet up at the mall. The first meet up went well. We talked about dating and who we were dating. Consuela had been out on a few dates and had prospects. I was cool with it.
A few days after our first meet up. I asked her out on a real date. She couldn’t for some reason. But then she invited me to meet her at the mall again. This time at the Barnes & Noble. She would do her lesson planning and grade there. I guess she wanted company. We did this for a while. Sometimes I would bring my work with me. I felt like I was getting put in the friend zone. But, I liked her. And today, I still like her.
Eventually, we stopped talking. I assumed she caught feelings for another guy. I mean we were open about dating from the beginning. A few months after we stopped talking, she sends me a text. She said she missed hanging out with me. I was overjoyed that she hit me up. But of course, I played it cool. This was a Tuesday. On that Friday, we actually went out on a real date. At the end of it, we hugged and kissed. The following week we were texting each other every day. On Sunday morning, she invites me to her apartment. I’m like, “Oh god. This is about to happen. We are finally about to do this.”
I text back “Yeah, sure.”
Consuela, “Yay”
Me, “Should I bring snacks”
Consuela, “Just bring yourself. I have fruit and stuff.”
Me, “okay”
Dirty Stuff
I get to Consuela’s place. She opens the door and I’m hit with a warm lavender smell. Consuela had on leg hugging PJ’s and a tank top. Her curvey booty jiggled as she walked around. Man, I was getting worked up. I remember seeing a stack of ungraded papers on her small dining table. She, already a movie on. I sat on the couch and she offers me a drink. I asked for water because I wanted to be sober for whatever was about to happen. She came back with a cold bottle of water and slowly sat next to me. She quickly got cozy and sat her feet in my lap. I could feel my heartbeat getting faster as her feet got closer to my package. After about 10 minutes of watching the movie. She gets up to go back to the kitchen. I gave her butt a slap and she giggled.
Consuela came back with a bowl of strawberries. She sits down and begins feeding them to me. After the third strawberry, I look into her eyes and I lean in. We kiss, passionately. My heart is racing. She wrapped her arms around my neck and now I’m on top her. I kiss her neck. She lifts up her shirt to reveal her amazing breasts. The contrast of her dark brown areoles to her copper brown skin was and is a glorious sight. As I stare in awe, Consuela proceeds to put her hand down my jeans. She gets a good grip on it. She’s pleased. I begin to go down on her then all of a sudden she stops me with “ I can’t do nothing. I’m on my period.”
Sigh.
But, it didn’t end there. We sit up, she takes my hand and guides me to her bedroom. “Lie down,” she says. She gently started stroking my dick. I said, ” that feels so good.” Conseula then proceeds to give me one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever experienced in my life. Her mouth was warm and wet. But she didn’t get sloppy. It was sensual. Her lips glided up and down my shaft like a piston in an engine. As she went further down my shaft, she let out a long pleasurable moan. She paused to look me in my eyes and asks “you like that, baby?” “Yes,” I said as she gently stroked it. She continued slow and steady. After about ten minutes or so I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m about to cum.” She sucks and strokes it a bit faster. I explode. She pauses as my sperm fills her mouth. She swallows.
“I’ll be right back”, she says. I can hear the water running in the sink. She comes back in.
Me: that was amazing.
C: I’m glad you liked it.
After a half hour of talking, I got dressed to leave. We both had to get up early so I needed to get back to my place. I wish I could say that we eventually had sex. But we never did. Texting was consistent for a while but she eventually ghosted me again. I mean literally sucked the soul out of me and ghosted. Occasionally she would like a post on my Instagram account. But nothing beyond that.
I recently found out that she got an advanced degree and is now married. Turns out the whole time we have a few mutual friends. I wouldn’t dare disrupt her marriage. But, the idea of being with her stays on my mind.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9wsq1s/mf_biology_blows
So odd that she never wanted to actually have sex…
Great story tho