My tongue bristled along the spare curls of Victoria’s landing strip. “Huh,” I said.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just I never thought you were a natural blonde.”
“Hah! You fucking,” but a gasp cut off her next words as I ran my tongue up the plump lips of her cunt and dandled it around her clit. After several moments I sucked the small pliable bead of it into my mouth. As I toyed with her, her hand closed around my shoulder and pulled my body ever tighter into hers, and her nails began to dig deep into my skin.
“Oh fuck,” she said. “Oh fuck,” and I could feel her hips tense, feel the trembling in the muscles of her thighs as the first orgasm spilled through her. I looked up the length of her body to her flushed face. Her eyes were wide, staring down at me with hunger. Sweat glowed on her breasts, shining under the light from her gauze draped ceiling lights. The duvet had got rucked up and tangled around my legs as I’d eaten her. I kicked it loose and onto the ground and clambered along the bed until ours heads were level.
She took my face in her hands and her long, purple lacquered nails trailed over my chin. She made an “mmm” sound and then kissed me. “Good job,” she said, “and, oh…” My very hard cock had thumped into her leg. “Well now, what’s this?”
***
I’m somewhat ashamed to admit it, but the first thing I noticed about Victoria were her big, ever so slightly sloppy breasts, spilling out of a just a little too low-cut top and jiggling so perfectly I knew they had to be real. We worked in the same company – not in the same area, but close enough that we’d never spoken much. I was friendly with her best friend, Deryn, and she had briefly dated my gym buddy Colm. But she’d never really impinged on my world before the night we met at the theatre. She was there with Deryn, and I was alone, my date for the evening having cancelled at the last minute. The show was a well-known rap musical about a guy on the American ten dollar bill, so I must be a pretty terrible date, getting cancelled on.
Deryn shouted my name and I looked up and saw her walking quickly down a red-velvet draped stairway towards me. She was wearing dark jeans that clung tightly to her legs and she was hopping a bit on her descent. When she pulled me into a very sweaty hug, I could smell the booze on her breath. “Hey Joel!” she said, her green eyes shining up at me from her little porcelain doll face. Deryn was very obviously a natural blonde, with a bobbed haircut and heavy little eyebrows that suited her a lot. I was just about to leave my twenties and she’d not long entered hers, and that coupled with her face and her gamine body made me look out for her, like a little sister but with none of the familial tension.
“Good to see you,” I said. “I can’t believe we got tickets!”
“Yeah!” she said, rubbing my arm. “Where are you? Are you near us?”
“Us?” I said as I loaded my phone to compare seat locations.
“Yeah, me and Vic,” Deryn said.
On cue, Victoria showed up, wearing the aforementioned top and a skirt that gave me a decent guess at what cut of underwear she preferred. “You’re Joel, right?” she asked, and smiled lazily. She had thin lips, painted red, and her face was made up heavily. Not really my type, but those big tits and the hint of smirk in her eyes and lips had my cock just beginning to stir.
We chatted for a while then took our seats, agreeing to meet for drinks at the intermission. The night passed and I went home alone that night. But the next morning, I saw someone had added me on Snapchat.
I accepted Victoria’s request and snapped her a quick, “Hey, wasn’t last night great?” Then I hopped in the shower. When I got out, there was a reply, and it read, “Sooo great, except for you letting me go home alone ;)”
It was a Sunday and other than an hour at the gym, I had nothing else to do. Victoria and I chatted most of the day, her always a little flirtatious but also just tongue in cheek enough to make me uncertain of what she wanted.
I felt Colm out a little at the gym. “Oh Victoria,” he said, while loading some weights onto the bar for bench presses. “Yeah, she’s okay. Pretty but kinda of lousy in bed.”
That night she sent me a snap of her in a t-shirt and shorts, her butt thrust out a little behind her so the swell of it was emphasised. “Bed time…” the caption read.
I snapped back: “Alone again?”
My phone displayed Victoria is typing for a long time, then the message popped up. “I don’t know if there is anyone who wants to keep me company.”
“I bet with that last snap you got plenty of offers…” I typed.
Quicker this time, came the message “Not every man measures up.” This one was on a photo of her, one finger pulling down on her pouting lower lip, a sad look in her eyes. The t-shirt, stretched over those huge breasts, I could now see was an old radiohead one.
“You don’t want to be left high and dry,” I said, which might be the lamest thing I’ve ever said.
“Definitely not dry ;),” she snapped back, just words this time.
We texted back and forth and I got hard and horny fast. I was lying in bed, my cock resting on my stomach, and I’d stroke it slowly and wait for her replies, and her occasional photos. Finally, the bad one came in. “Guess it’s my bed time,” it read, and her face was turned into the camera, eyes sad, mouth pouty. Her ash blonde hair framed her face perfectly. The photo must have taken about ten attempts to get that perfect.
“I want to kiss you so badly,” I typed and hit send before I could stop myself.
“Mmmm, do you?” was her first reply, followed by a quick, “what else?”
Fuck it, I thought. Don’t throw away your shot. “And I kinda want to see what those perfect breasts of yours look like wrapped around my cock.”
No reply. For long enough that I was wondering if I was going to need to find a new job. Then a picture. Fingers trembling I opened it. It was a close up shot of her cleavage. No nipple, just creamy ripe flesh bulging out of a lacy black bra.
“I need you,” I managed to type.
“Are you hard?”
“I am.”
“Show me,” she said.
My cock was straining upwards, thick and swollen, the head bulging so furiously my foreskin wrapped tight around its beginning. I gripped it hard as I worked it, but I released one hand so I could take the photo.
I sent it. Then there was the alert that she had screenshotted it.
“Don’t show that at work,” I joked.
“Why not? Cos you’d have to spend all day fucking every woman in the company?”
Then after a moment. “How big is it?”
***
She arrived at mine under an hour later. I buzzed her in, and the instant she came through the door she was on me. We made out clumsily as I stumbled backwards and she forwards through rooms unfamiliar to her to my living room. There on the couch she pushed me down and knelt in front of me.
“was that photo fake?” she asked me.
“You know it wasn’t,” I said, gesturing down at the bulge in my trousers.
Her face was flushed as she pulled down my fly. Her hands wrapped as much as they could around my shaft. “Fuck,” she said, drawing out the k. She ran her fingers up and down it for a few moments, then smirked. “Would you mind…?”
“Mind what?”
“Well, I’m kind of curious…”
“About?”
“I want to measure it,” she said. She reached into her bag and produced a dressmaker’s tape measure.
“Okay, I guess,” I said casually, though my heart rate perhaps doubled, and my cock swelled even larger. She unfurled the tape down my length. “8.5,” she said. Then she wrapped it around my shaft, behind the head where it really flares out. “6.8.” She tried to get it wrapped around my corona, but it kept slipping off.
“Later,” I growled and physically lifted her up from the ground onto my lap. She was wearing leggings, and I thrust my hand inside them to stroke her cunt, which was soaked through and wonderfully hot.
In a short while, she was telling me she had also brought lube, which she smeared along my length. She lay back on the bed, and her hands guided the head of my cock into her cunt. I rubbed just the head back and forth. “You’re too big,” she told me.
“Sorry,” I said.
“No,” she said. “In a good way. Not like your micro-dicked friend.” I assume she meant Colm, though more on that later.
I slipped the head inside her. She moaned, and bit hard into the soft flesh above my clavicle.
“Fuck you’re big,” she said. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Give it to me. I need to feel all of you.”
I obliged.
***
After I was done eating her out that night, several weeks into our very much not massively friends with nonetheless excellent benefits relationship, she turned her back on me in the bed. “God,” she said, rubbing her butt cheeks against my very hard cock. “I was just teasing you, to begin with. But when I saw that dick,” here she bobbed backwards so it caromed off her body, “I just had to have it.”
I laughed. “I guess that’s fair.”
“I still have to have it,” she said, spreading her legs so I could enter her from behind.
And that would have been that, except for the next morning, when Deryn stepped into the shower with me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bjaedf/a_night_at_the_theatre_mf
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