Breaking in the new couch [FM]

This story happened on the first weekend of April. We knew each other from back in high school, hadn’t spoken properly in years but then ran into each other on a New Years party in our hometown and kept in touch. As I was curious about what this could lead to, I decided to pay him a visit in the city where he studied, 500km from where I live. This was in the beginning of March. We had an intense weekend and after that, -to the suprise of all- things took off. We texted on a daily basis and two weeks in, we started skyping every few days.

The sexual memories were still very vivid in our minds, so we kept sending pictures, some more some less revealing, and teased each other about how it had been being close and touching each other. I wrote down some of our sexual encounters, he got the links to read them.

We reached a point where the longing wasn’t fun anymore, so after four weeks being apart I went to see him again. By then he had moved, to another city, into a flat where he lived all by himself… and of course that needed to be celebrated.

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First of all, after I arrived at his place, we broke in the new mattress. But I enjoy trying different places to have sex and I wanted to use the opportunity of him not having flatmates. So at some point, we were hanging out in the living room, where he has a nice big grey couch, watching some series. He was lying on his side, stretched out, facing the TV on the long end of the couch, with me huddled against him, filled with happiness of being so comfy and of finally having him close to me again. His random touches where all over my body, my waist, my arms, my ass, just stroking whatever skin was closest, just to feel each other. Soon we started kissing again, first slowly, but as the desire grew, it became harsher and more passionate.

He started undressing me, taking off my shirt and underwear. He touched my breasts, teasing my nipples and then moved down to caress my clit, all slowly and teasingly. Eventually he slid his fingers into my throbbing and wet pussy, resulting in my breath becoming unsteady and my body tensing up with excitement. I could feel his hard cock against my side which turned me on even more, and I started touching him, too, slowly stroking and rubbing his penis with my hand. It was a tight fit though, the both of us lying tangled on the seats and at some point it wasn’t satisfying anymore.

I pushed myself up, looking at him provokingly. He stopped the TV and put on some music instead. After that, he took off his glasses and placed them on the table, obviously knowing what I was planning to do next. I watched him, really looking forward to what was gonna happen, and quickly decided what I wanted: “Sit up straight against the back”. He moved back, sitting up straight as I had wished for, legs still stretched out on the cushions. After he had undressed I sat down upon him, grinding my soaked pussy on his penis, moving my hips in circles to turn the both of us on even more before we started.

I moved my hips upwards and leaned forward to kiss him while my hand took his penis and guided him into me. I pushed down, moaning in pleasure with the feeling of having his whole length inside of me. I started to ride him, bouncing up and down, feeling the lust wash over me with every thrust that I felt. He pulled me closer so our torsos touched, clinging on to each other in a tight embrace while I kept moving, bringing myself closer to the edge. It is hard for me to come while I am on top, normally shortly before I get there I can’t keep moving because I tense up so much, but this time it worked. I kept riding him, grinding my clit on his skin and eventually broke through, having an orgasm that made me leave scratchmarks on his shoulders, collapsing as the tension released in waves that washed over my body.

I moved myself through it until my muscles relaxed and I could focus again. Now, after I was finished, I wanted to please him and let him enjoy another view. I told him to change position and sit normally on the couch, feet on the floor. I moved over him again, knees bent, my legs left and right of his thighs, but this time facing away from him. I am slender and don’t have big curves, but my body has a nice line down from my waist to my slightly wider hips and my ass is not too bad either, so from behind, naked, I guess it is quite nice to look at. I started riding him again, arching my back, leaning forward, with my hands on his knees.

I picked up the pace, loving the sound of his rough breath, the feeling of his body against mine, of his hands on my hip bones that kept moving me. It felt pretty damn good. After a while I leaned back, my back now against his upper body, so he could kiss my neck and grab my boobs, all while I kept moving up and down on him.

then -life’s not a movie- my foot had a cramp. I felt it coming and quickly stretched my right leg, which prevented it from getting really uncomfortable, but it still broke our rhythm a bit. Luckily, the pain quickly disappeared and now that I had already changed position, I put that foot on the floor, now sitting a bit sideways on him, and kept going. It was in that position, as we had gotten back into sync, that he announced he was gonna come soon and so he did. I felt him fall apart as he unloaded inside of me, only regretting that in that position, I wasn’t able to see him in that raw moment.

We slowed down, out of breath and a bit sweaty, but both happy and relaxed (even though he complained -because that had already been his third round within a few hours- that “I was really exhausting him” :D). We lied back down and spend the rest of the evening watching Brooklyn 99 and eating ice-cream together. What a kick-off to a wild weekend!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bcwgzo/breaking_in_the_new_couch_fm