Update: Ex-Best Friend’s Dad [F]inally Responded, We Had Phone Sex, and Set a Date…

Hello!

Okay, so a lot of people have been asking, and now I officially have an update!

In a previous post, I talked about how I had a crazy chance encounter with a picture of my ex-best friend’s dad glorious cock while at work. I was worked up days later (for those wondering, he picked up his phone the next day, when I didn’t have a shift), and I wrote it all out and posted it. I got some very nice and helpful encouragement and flat-out ghost writings, which gave me the courage to message Steve.

I went with Facebook chat, because I found him easily, and I didn’t want to say I got his number from work, just in cause that creeped him out. I went a pretty forward message: I told him it was nice to see him, it brought up a bunch of old memories, and honestly I may have seen an interesting picture or two on his computer. Yes, I was like two bongs deep and typing shit I normally wouldn’t have. Yes, I am one bong deep right now and doing the same thing.

He didn’t response for like 32 hours (not that I was counting…). When he did, he was immediately apologetic for not answering sooner. He said he knew it must have been nerve-racking to send a message like that and not hear back anything, not even a polite no. I am watching these messages pop up one-by-one in messenger and just holding my breath. He didn’t type up a big, long response. He was typing to me in that moment.

He said he wanted to make sure this was really me, and not some sort of prank or trap. He told me to call him (he gave me his number) if I was serious. My hands were sweaty. I was (still am) super high, thinking he wasn’t going to respond to me tonight I smoked and was listening to sad, sad music, and now I am dialing Steve’s number, and I hear his voice.

No preamble. I tell him that I saw a boatload of dick pics, and that it was the most delicious cock I’ve ever seen in my life. I tell him that he’s always been the sexiest older man I’ve known, I tell him I’ve always felt that way, that the worst part of not being friend’s with Evelyn was not seeing him, not talking to him. I told him how shocked and turned on I was just to see him walk into the store, and how the dicks drove me over the edge.

I didn’t tell him about the mysterious woman on the phone. I didn’t want him thinking of her. I wanted him to be thinking of only me.

I told him all this, and he went silent.

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“I feel like I’m in a dream,”

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Steve finally said after about a minute. I asked him if he still lived in the same place. He said he did. I told him I could be there in seventeen minutes. He told me to slow down, take it easy, that he had a really early tomorrow, and that, if we met, he wanted to give me the time I deserved. I asked him what he meant. He told me not to be a tease anymore. I said I was total free Tuesday, weird work schedule, no true weekends. He said he could move somethings around. Noon? Where? A place for lunch? I told him I’d eat before I arrived at his house, no preamble, we could talk in bed afterwards, if we wanted to.

He asked if I wanted to see what I was doing to him, and sent me a picture of his massive cock. Like I said, I’m not a brat anymore, so I did what any good girl would and sent me back a picture of my breasts, and another of my hand moving down my stomach, and another of my pussy, creamy and soaked, after hours and hours of waiting for him. He told me he was stroking his cock, and I heard those moans again, like the ones I thought I overheard during that sleepover. Y’all. It drove me wild. I started rubbing my clit fast, faster, and moaning in his ear, as he moaned in mind. We were beyond words.

Plunging two fingers deep inside, I felt the outside of my asshole, always as wet as my pussy, from all the dripping, and moaned his name. I told him I was going to choke on his cock on Tuesday, that body was completely his on Tuesday. Steve begged to taste my creamy pussy, and I moaned Tuesday. My pinky was pushing in-and-out of my ass, as I pounded my pussy with my fingers. We moaned together, and lost track of time. My heart is racing writing this all out. How will I wait until Tuesday?

Steve moaned that he could last all-night, if I wasn’t careful, and told me to tell him when to explode. Something about hearing him say that drove me over the edge, and I told Steve I was close. He called me a good slut, and I started gushing (note to self: when talking to Steve on the phone, have a towel handy). My legs were shaking, and I moaned for him to cum with me. I could hear him grunting and moaning, and his breath getting shorter, and he told me he was cumming, imagining spraying his hot load all over my tits, all over my chin, my stomach, painting my pussy with his thick ropes. I started cumming for a second, or maybe the first one never ended. Either way, I’m washing my sheets in the morning.

We listened to each other breathing. He told me he couldn’t wait. I told him he’d have to. We hung up. That was like thirty minutes ago. I see Steve again in about 39 hours. Not that I’m counting. My body is still quaking. I needed to tell you all. My bed is puddle and my heart hasn’t slowed down yet.

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I feel like I’m in a dream…

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