[MF] Waiting.

It had been a few months since I’d last hooked up with my friend with benefits, Chloe. We lived quite a few hours from each other, and we weren’t compatible enough to date, so we resolved to keep things sexual; convenient and easy. It didn’t always work out that way, but for the most part things had settled into a reliable rhythm. We would dirty text, have phone sex when possible, and generally just treated each other like decent friends.

When I returned to the city, summer had slipped into fall, the evening air turning cooler, warm blankets of dusk coming earlier in the day, so that by the time I hit the city outskirts everything had a pleasing ambience to it, an inviting orange glow. Usually, I would meet up with Chloe for lunch or dinner and spend her free nights out, before retreating back to her apartment. However, a few days of texting had changed the routine.

*And what if you came in and I wasn’t wearing anything at all?*

*Just on your knees, ready?*

*Yes. I’d leave the door unlocked and be there, waiting for you.*

I had a few things to pick up before I got there, so I parked half an hour away and shot her a text to give her an estimate of when I would arrive. I got a read receipt, then no reply. Figuring this would be how it would go, I didn’t pay it much attention, taking my time around a few stores, not too concerned if I showed up later than I said.

I arrived at her apartment, a building tucked away just beyond the city centre, and as I found a place to park I noticed the volume of people streaming towards the bars and restaurants further down the road, completely oblivious to the woman preparing herself for my arrival a few floors above them. I skipped up the stairs, landing at the third and top floor, and for the first time I felt a brief tightening of tension in my chest, a disorienting but not unwanted feeling.

Would she really go through with this? Leave her apartment unlocked, waiting for a man? We’d pushed quite a few boundaries before, but this was leaving her especially vulnerable. But hell, that was the fun of it, right?

Swallowing it down, I pushed down on the handle, the clack of the latch feeling amplified in the hall and the door pushed itself open. Her entryway had no lights on, the only source of light the coasting evening sun fluttering through a back window. And no sign of Chloe. With a slight twinge of trepidation, I pushed the door closed, the latch again ringing out as the soft hum of the city streets almost completely died out.

As quietly as I could, I unlaced my shoes and tucked them to the side, the carpet dampening my footsteps slightly. I glanced inside her kitchen, then living room, clean and neat, the whole apartment having a drifting, haunting quality to it, as if I’d step into a slightly skewed and particularly lonely separate pocket dimension.

Chloe’s bedroom was confined to the very back of the hallway, a slight gap spilling natural light onto the carpet. I placed my palm upon the door, in an almost dramatic fashion, a touch swept up in the vibe, and gently pushed against it, the door gliding open, its lack of resistance a foreshadowing of what was to come.

Chloe’s bedroom pointed out over the gardens of her apartment building, a widescreen portrait of the outside, and as the sun began to descend late in the day, her bedroom would often fill with the hazy mask of the day’s dying light. My timing couldn’t have been more perfect then, as she lay face down on her bed, her ass raised and pointed at the door. Completely nude, her body was emblazoned with the light, soft and golden, working its way over her curves as she visibly seemed to flinch at the sound of the door, before settling back down a portrait-like stillness. Her dark red hair was slightly messy, splayed out down the nape of her neck and across her shoulder blades. Her back was slightly arced, presenting herself to me.

With an invitation like that, I made my way to her bed, letting my jacket tumble to the floor and lifting my t-shirt above my head. Her feet and ankles were draped slightly off the bed, and I took them in my hands, running my fingers gently from her heels and up over her calves to the back of her thighs. “Mmm…” She began to purr into life, and I immediately, instinctively hushed her, to which she let out a trembled gasp, then obeyed.

I continued to move her legs until I arrived at her supple ass, giving it a spank and kneading one of her cheeks, spreading her out slightly. I could smell a fresh shower on her, and a trickling hint of perfume. There was already a slight glaze across the lips of her pussy. I moved my left hand down between her legs, tortuously gliding my fingers across her lips, moving my way to her clit and softly drawing circles with the tips of my fingers. My right hand took her firmly by the hip, pulling her body back against mine so that her ass pushed against the crotch of my jeans. I held her against me for a few moments, letting her feel me behind the fabric, a slight grind of her body against mine.

I took my hands away from her briefly to unloop my belt, and let it hit the floor, before I pushed my jeans and boxer briefs down just enough to allow my now aching cock free. The air of the room felt chill against me, and I placed myself against the warm curvature of Chloe’s ass, moving my shaft and head against the smoothness of her cheeks. I slapped myself against her, a few drops of precum leaking out against her skin, then slipped myself between her cheeks and squeezed them against my cock as I thrust, a soft embalm as the underside of my erection grazed against her asshole.

I allowed myself a little more time of this, Chloe’s whimpering growing in intensity, though like a good girl, she continued to not speak. I then took my cock in my hand and aligned myself with her pussy, no resistance as her dripping hole took me inside, contracting with her familiar tightness. She yelped out, and I hit my palm on her ass, a warning, the sound of her skin reverberating out.

I let her move on me for a few seconds, picking up on her rhythm, before I took her hips in my grip and began to match it with a touch more ferocity, her slickness allowing me to pump inside of her with considerable ease. I picked up my pace, gripping her body and forcing it back against mine as I fucked her, before moving my hand to the back of her neck and pushing against her, keeping her body trapped beneath me. She continued to move back against me the best we could, both of us finding an intense, aggressive rhythm as I began to lay into her ass with further spanks. At this point, she had begun to moan uncontrollably with every spank and thrust, begging me on, her punishment becoming her reward.

It didn’t take her long to come, her body slowing, her breath becoming more ragged, her pussy squeezing against my cock as a tremble ran through her body, a few scattered, satisfied sighs in amongst the moans and yelps. I felt myself edging closer, the familiar build rising. Our bodies were both starting to become shiny with sweat, her juices leaking out onto my balls and thighs. In the last stretch, I fucked her as ravenously as I could, holding her body in place as it felt so small and delicate underneath me, before I quickly managed to slide out from her, allowing my cum to spray across her red ass cheeks.

I could hear her muttering various strings of words, both of our minds slightly too dazed to assemble them. She lay sprawled out, her body heaving, panting, the white spread of my cum dripping down her crack. I stepped out of my jeans and fell backwards onto the bed, her face meeting mine, her green eyes beaming at me, a slightly lopsided smile spread out on her face.

“Oh, good, it was you.” Chloe said, a dryness in her voice

We both paused, then broke into giggling laughter. She reached behind herself and ran her fingers across her marked ass, taking a few fingers of cum into her mouth, then moved her head beside me, her lips softly caressing my neck. I ran my hand through her hair and met her lips, our bodies warm together as the sun slipped below the opposing building, a cascade of evening blue pushing its way into the bedroom.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ajgf61/mf_waiting