[FM] Kat and the sk8rboi.

So, to start with a little backstory, I’m a single (divorced) woman in my early 40s. I work hard, have my own place, and pretty much do what I want. Sometimes what I want is to have another person over to share a physically intimate experience. So I do.

Some of my experiences have been interesting enough to me that I would like to get them down on “paper” and share them with others who might enjoy them as well. I hope you do.

This is a story that began sometime in the summer of last year. I was going through a rough time, and I was an emotional wreck. I had been mostly celibate for a couple of years after a devastating breakup and had just started putting myself back out there, for fun only. I had also been drinking heavily. This information is only important in that it explains why I don’t remember any of the chats I had with him before meeting him. I just remember having the knowledge that someone was coming to my place on a particular evening to spend some time in my bed.

The selfie he sent me depicted a very cute, much younger man in his early twenties. Had kind of a sk8rboi look to him which totally rings my bell. I would come to find out that the wide (almost innocent) eyes and half-smile is just his “for public-consumption” face. His real face is very fox-like, narrow eyes that appear as if he used eyeliner and mascara without actually needing any artifice. His mouth has a very curvy sensual quality, lovely to kiss.

The night came, and I was too nervous to play cool. We were sitting on my bed, trying to get comfortable enough with one another for someone to make a move. When I couldn’t stand the tension anymore, I got up to do only Buddha knows what and felt a sharp slap on my ass. I turned to give him a “you’re being a naughty boy” look and just laughed at the cheeky grin on his face.

“Oh, is that how it’s going to be?”

I don’t recall his response or anything else until we were close, kissing each other very gently. We removed what was left of our clothing, and he began moving down my body, kissing every part of me in a way I’d never been kissed before, with a gentle sucking technique that drove me crazy.

He went straight there. I can’t recall if any another man ever did that so easily, without any signal or cue that I wanted or expected it. I couldn’t begin to explain his technique, just that I was moaning and my back was arched fairly quickly. Lips, tongue, fingers, all working me at the same time, very gentle but firm enough to make my hips arch and my legs shake.

It seemed like it went on forever. I finally reached out and lightly tried to push his face away. As good as it felt, I knew orgasm was not imminent, and I wanted to return the favor right that second. He didn’t take the hint. He kept going as if he were determined to achieve his goal. I finally managed to use my words to tell him I couldn’t take anymore. The satisfied smile on his face made my heart flutter just a bit.

“My turn.”

He sat with his back to the wall, and I went straight for his already/still rock hard cock.

Just an aside, I love giving head. LOVE. IT.

He’s on the smaller side, so taking him all in wasn’t a problem. He doesn’t shave, but everything down there is so neat, tidy, and clean that it wasn’t really a concern. I went full on primal, sucking, licking, rubbing his balls with my tongue, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. It was without a doubt, one of the most delicious blow jobs I’ve ever given.

He grabbed himself and pulled it away from my mouth.

“I’m gonna cum.”

I was in primal she-beast mode by then, so I just took back what I wanted and continued where I left off. He had already warned me, so I knew it was coming. As soon as the salty, slightly bitter, taste hit my tongue, I started swallowing. I sucked down every single drop and then used my tongue to clean him up.

That’s where the fun part of the story ends. There was some mild awkwardness at the end, which resulted in him getting dressed and leaving. I messaged him later, because I was afraid I did something that upset him, but he assured me that it’s just an anxiety problem he has.

This was not my last encounter with sk8rboi, but those are stories for another time.

Peace ☮️

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/blfzoz/fm_kat_and_the_sk8rboi