A year ago, a woman approached me at the gym. “Love your shirt,” she said. I thanked her, introduced myself, and then went back to my workout. But every time I saw Melissa, I’d wave. Finally, I struck up a conversation. We chatted for a while, made plans to get coffee, went out on said coffee said, and hit it off. Soon, we were holding hands, kissing, flirting over text message.
And then, abruptly, it stopped. She apologized and said she was going back to her ex to give it one more chance. It felt like a punch to the gut. Just as I was starting to have feelings for her. Just as I was started to wonder what her lips felt like on my cock, what her pussy felt like, tasted it. How she squirmed or moaned when she orgasmed. I thought about it all.
I told her it was fine. I understood. But there was this incredible sexual tension that remained. We’d still kind of flirt with one another. And then, things with her ex took a turn for the worse. They were fighting again and decided to take some time. A month off, exactly. And during that time, all bets were off. And so, Melissa texted me. We got dinner, caught up, took a little walk and then made our way back to her car, which happened to be parked near my house.
We lingered. We wanted to kiss. It was obvious. Instead, we just talked for a while, inching closer and closer until we were essentially nose to nose. And then, we kissed. Cue fireworks. Cue all that shit. We made out for a few minutes and then she sighed — it was time to say goodnight.
As the month “break” was coming to an end, we got dinner to talk things over. Was she going to go back to the ex … or was she going to see *what else* was out there … She hadn’t made a decision and the anxiety was driving her mad.
I dropped her off at her place. We stood outside talking for a little and then, as I started to walk her to her door, the heavens suddenly opened and we were stuck in a driving, blinding rainstorm. By the time we made it from the curb to her front door, we were completely drenched. Soaked.
“Come in for a second,” she said through laughter. We walked into her foyer and I kicked off my shoes.
“You’re SOAKED. I can’t send you home like this. Take off your clothes. We’ll toss them in the drier.”
We stood in her foyer, undressing casually, laughing about how that storm came out of nowhere. I almost didn’t even realize that she hadn’t been wearing any panties. Just a lace bra.
“So,” she said with her back turned to me. “I just remembered I wasn’t wearing any panties …”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Me either.”
She spun around, eager to see, only to realize I was lying. I was standing in my boxer briefs.
“You tricked me!”
“Guilty,” I said, laughing.
“We can fix that,” she said, jokingly yanking my boxer briefs down. What she didn’t know was that I was completely aroused at the sight of her beautiful nearly nude body.
She was a tall, toned brunette with perky A cup tits, a flat stomach and a small landing strip “bush.” Her entire body was tanned and slightly muscular.
“Oh,” she whispered, somewhat surprised at the sight of my erection.
We stood, awkwardly, in her living room for a few seconds, looking at one another. And then, it was on. I grabbed her and pressed her mouth into mine, kissing her. We stumbled into her living room. I undid her bra just as we collapsed into the sofa, kissing each other everywhere. I worked my way from her ears to her neck to her muscular shoulders, my hands on her petit hips. I ran my hands in between her legs, closer and closer to her perfect pussy.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.
“Shut up,” she said, pushing me off of her. She slid onto the floor and immediately put my cock in her mouth and sucked.
“God,” I groaned as I arched back into her sofa.
“Mmm,” she said as she licked and slurped. Within seconds, my cock was covered in her spit. She stroked me slowly as she sucked the tip of my cock. I groaned. She placed her hands on my hips and struggled to take every inch of me down her throat. Her eyes grew wider and wider as she struggled. She paused, preparing herself for the last few inches.
“Do it,” I whispered.
“Mm-hmm,” she said as she struggled. She lurched.
“Keep going,” I whispered.
“Mm-hmm,” she said a she paused.
“Do it, deep throat my cock.”
Suddenly, she shoved her own head down, touching her nose to my pelvis. She immediately yanked her head back and then started sucking again with an intense, furious passion. She slurped every inch of my cock down the back of her throat and then came up for air over and over and over. She gagged and choked, but never stopped. She was making the best, sexiest sounds as she slurped my cock.
“Fucccckkk, Melissa, that feels so fucking gooood.”
She didn’t acknowledge my praise. She just kept sucking. Harder. Faster.
“Slow down,” I shouted. I didn’t want to cum yet. The night was just getting started! “Let me taste you.”
In an unexpected move, Melissa stood up, stepped onto the sofa, raised her right leg onto the back of the sofa and pressed her pussy into my mouth. She stood while I ate her pussy. She was soaking wet, her juices ran down her inner thighs. I licked them up and swallowed. She tasted sweet. Fresh. Incredible. I ran my tongue from the base of her pussy to her clit and then over again.
“Ohhhh,” she whispered.
I put her clit in my mouth and sucked, sucking her lips, running my tongue all over her. She trembled. Her hands inched closer to her clit. She was desperate to touch herself. To speed up the orgasm that she was desperate to have. She was trembling. Shaking.
“Please,” she whispered. “Right there. God right there. Suck it. Suck my clit.”
I sucked and slid a finger into her cunt. She gasped heavily. I ran my fingers in and out of her until she grabbed onto my hair and pressed my face deeper into her.
“I’m cumming oh fuck I’m CUMMING.”
Melissa trembled, bucked hysterically and then collapsed on top of me in a beautiful, goddess-like heap. I ran my fingers through her hair and smiled at her. She reached down in between my legs and grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly as she calmed down from her orgasm. Her pussy was dripping wet.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
She smiled at me and kissed the tip of my cock. I squirmed. She took me into her mouth again, sucking me slowly, deeply, her eyes locked on mine.
“I need to feel you,” I said.
She crawled on top of me and sat on my cock. I looked, watching every inch of myself disappear inside of her. She shivered as she pressed her pelvis into mine. Her knees to either side of me. I put my hands on her hips and she slowly started to fuck me. Up … and then down … up … and then down, easing out and onto me. I was throbbing. I wanted her so bad. I lowered her into the sofa and crawled on top and pulled myself out and then plunged myself.
“OH!” She gasped.
“You want it hard or slow?”
“Fuck me. Hard.”
I began to move in and out, slowly. Her pussy was incredibly tight. She had those lips that grip. It was like a glove. The perfect fucking fit. Her pussy was locked on mine, like a suction cup. When I pulled out, it sucked me back in. It was incredible. I pounded her hard. We were sweating. She was moaning, rubbing her clit.
“Cum inside of me,” she groaned.
“I will,” I said.
I put my hand on her throat. Her eyes sparkled. She smirked as I choked her, gently at first, but when she nodded, I squeezed a little harder. She nodded. I squeezed a little harder. She rubbed her clit faster and faster as I continued to fuck her as fast as I could without cumming.
Suddenly, her pussy tightened around my cock.
“FUUUUUCK,” she screamed. Her pussy pushed my cock out of her and she squirted everywhere. I dropped in between her legs, licking feverishly, tasting every bit of her. I sucked her clit, but she was so sensitive she pushed me off and squirmed everywhere, eventually collapsing onto the floor.
I pushed my squirt and pussy juice soaked cock into her mouth. She licked, swallowing her own juices.
I hoisted her back onto the sofa and pushed myself inside of her, grinding, pumping, eyes locked on hers. She scratched my back as I continued to push myself into her.
“Do it, DO IT. FUCK MY PUSSY. FUCK IT!”
I grunted, resting my head in the nook of her neck, sucking on her ear.
“Beat my pussy up, harder! HARDER! CUM IN ME! CUM IN ME!”
I kissed her deeply and then looked into her eyes as I ejaculated inside of her cunt. I pumped load after load into her, spraying her insides with warm, heavy sperm. She closed her eyes and trembled as I emptied myself into her and then, finally, collapsed.
She slouched down into the sofa, her legs and butt hanging off the edge.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “So much cum. I could FEEL you cumming in me.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
Melissa held her hand in between her legs and tilted forward, cupping her hand under her cunt.
“Look,” she whispered.
I leaned over and watched a small puddle of sperm rush out of her pussy and into the palm of her hand.
“So much,” she groaned with pleasure. “Sooo much.”
My heart started pounding. Was she going to do it? Was she? And then, she slowly turned and looked at me. She held the cupped hand to her mouth and poured it in, slowly. Somehow, my cock was hard again as she swallowed my cum. My heart was still racing. I couldn’t even begin to process how sexy this night had been. I leaned in and kissed her.
“Let’s get those clothes of yours in the drier,” she giggled.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/by9imy/running_from_a_rainstorm_mf_oral_squirt_creampie
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