I’ve know Amy for about three years. Not really friends, but we’d always so hi to each other in passing. She’s a petite little thing. Maybe 5 foot, maybe 110 pounds. Sexy, in a “what are you hiding under that uniform type of way”
About three weeks ago, my wife and I bought a golf cart. Nothing fancy, just something to cruise around the neighborhood in. When we were browsing online for parts and accessories, I remembered that I knew someone at a local store that sold and worked on golf carts. Before placing our order online, I decided to see what all they had locally.
I swung by around lunch on Monday. Walked in was greeted by an employee. I found Amy behind the counter assisting someone else, said hello and started looking around while she finished up. When it was my turn, she came over and asked what I was needing. We gave updates on our kids and how the ball season was treating them, then we headed over to the register to check out.
I didn’t know how I was going to make a move, but knew I needed to. “That parts out of stock? Go ahead and order it”. Was it cheaper to order online? Yes. Would I have had it sooner? Yes. That didn’t matter though. I made it a point to get my number in her phone and see how far I could take things.
I get a text a few days later saying my part was in. I respond asking when she’s going to be working and she says they’re open until 6. I can come by anytime. I ask her when she’ll be in next and she says she’s there until about 4. I get there just before 4 and see she’s still helping other customers. I guess I timed it perfectly, as I ended up being her last customer of the day. I get my order and ask if she has any big plans for the weekend. We for a sec and then I politely interrupt her. “Well shit, go ahead and clock out. I’ll talk to you some more outside.”
I was parked a few spots from her truck. When she came out, I waited until she got to her vehicle before walking over. A little small talk and then she reaches into her purse and pulls out a thc pen. That’s it I think. “You smoke?” Obviously she did, as she was taking a hit right in front of me. “We should smoke together sometime.” She agrees, we say our goodbyes, and I head on my way.
Over then next few days, I text her a few times and eventually get her Snapchat. Up until now, she assumes I’m the asshole that’s running around on his wife. She has no idea I’m doing this with my other half’s permission.
Our snaps turn to flirting pretty quick. Flirting turns to sexting and she still hasn’t asked about my marriage. I guess she doesn’t care. After discussing it with my wife, we decide it’d be best to let her in on the secret. Her reasoning was simple. She needs to know that this is just fun. She didn’t want to take the chance of some feelings being caught and drama ensuing afterward.
Fast forward to this past Saturday. I finish up dinner and send her a snap. She sends me one back and she’s looking sexy as hell. A baby blue Jack Daniels tank top, hair and makeup done, and sexiness from head to toe.
“My god girl. The things I want to do to you.”
“I know right.” Was her response.
Fuck the bullshit. “All you boots do is say when.”
She comes back with, “It’s so hard. We’re always so busy.” At this point, I feel like she’s playing hard to get.
“I can be there within 30 minutes.” I decide I’m going for it. No more games. I want a yes or a no.
She hits me up a few minutes later and says her kid is still awake. I respond by telling her to give him Benadryl and call me he’s knocked out. I meant it as a joke, but fuck it. Put that kid to sleep.
I talk with my wife, tell her what’s going on and ask if she minds if I leave for s bit of the opportunity presents itself. Permission granted. Time to take it up a notch.
I hop in the shower and get my dick photo ready. About 7.5 inches and plenty of girth, I send her the best angled dick pic I can take. If she’s wanting some dick, I’m gonna give her all the encouragement she needs.
No response given. Fuck. I guess that’s that. I go outside, smoke one last bowl and head to bed. I’m scrolling through reddit and assumed I was about to fall asleep. Then I finally get a response.
“Wyd?”
“Laying in bed. Wyd?”
“Just sitting here.”
“Got any of that Jack left?”
“Yeah”
“A shot or two sounds pretty good”
“Want to come over for a few?”
“Walking out my door in 15”
I arrive. Finally! We sit out back long enough to smoke a bowl and take a shot. I’m not that big of a drinker anymore and didn’t really care for a shot to begin with, but you know.
We get to the bedroom and she takes a few minutes to freshen up. I’m laying on her bed, clothes still on, when the bathroom door opens and she’s standing there naked. 4’11, 96 lbs, beautiful bronze skin, and a perfect set of perky “c” cup tits. I can’t take my eyes off her.
She climbs on the bed. I start rubbing her body and kissing her. Starting with her lips, I explore down to her belly button. I come back up and we talk a little. Then she asks me. “How did you get to come over?”
Smart ass me, “I drove.”
“Seriously, how were you able to leave your house?”
I had to reiterate the fact that my wife is aware of what I’m doing. I think she finally believed me.
Then she asks me what I like. I proceed by getting on my knees and making my way down between her legs.
Clean shaven, a labia that stick out just enough to act as a welcome sign and an absolutely gorgeous set of lips. The perfect late night meal.
I spend about 15 minutes between her thighs. At least one orgasm, maybe two. She’s vocal, but not loud. I never knew how sexy whispers could be.
We switch positions. She starts with her hand. Talk about a view. Watching her stroke my dick, she had both hands around it and a two or three inches in her mouth. Fuck was she good. Or so I though. That’s when I learned she didn’t have a gag reflex. She couldn’t take me all the way, but she could repeatedly take it to the back of her throat. Christ I was in heaven.
That’s it, I had to be inside her.
She climbed on top and slowly inched her way down on my dick, all the way down in one slow motion move.
4’11, not an ounce of fat, perfectly round and perky c cups, and taking a dick that I swear is up somewhere in her abdomen. Fuck this was so worth the wait.
She rides the shit out of me. Then I lift her up just enough to fuck her stupid from beneath her. Orgasm number three hits her and she shakes uncontrollably.
Without pulling out, I flip her on her back and begin to grind her clit with my pelvic bone. Just enough pressure to make her moan and almost the entire length inside her. I thrust just a bit more, change the angle slightly and twist my hips to give her that extra half inch. I go in as deep as I can and stay still, give her a few seconds to breath and give her everything I’ve got. She takes it like a champ. This girl knows how to handle a dick.
My favorite position is doggy style and I am dying to see how she arches her back. I flip her over, attempt to push her head down and see that she’s already assumed the position. This is going to be great.
With her ass in the air and her head buried in the sheets, I spread her ass cheeks and enjoy the view. At this point, her lips are swollen, her pussy is a well abused shade of red and her asshole has the most amazing wink going on. Before I go back inside her, I kneel down and bury my face in her again. From the clit to the top of her crack, my tongue tastes it all.
I get back behind her, spread her ass and line up. One thrust. Slowly and with just enough teasing to make her push back for more, I go all the way. This is the real test. Slow, hard thrusts begin to pick up speed. It’d not long and we’re in sync. I pull out as far as I can without completely exiting and slam back inside. Over and over, she’s moaning and whispering things about a big dick and my balls slapping her clit. I think she had orgasm number four at this point.
I wasn’t planning on getting off after all the smoking we did, so I slowed down and pulled out. She rolled over and I layed next to her, grabbed some water and checked the time. “I should probably get going soon. It’s almost 5 am. She agrees but wants to ride me one more time before I go. I had gone a little soft so she used her mouth to get me hard again, and rode me to one last orgasm before I left.
I walked in the door just before 6 and crawled in bed. My wife woke up, asked if I had fun, and asked if I’d put her back to sleep the proper way before passing out. 10 minutes later my tounge did its job and we passed out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d1s9ls/the_most_petite_toy_ive_ever_had_mf
Amazing how she got shorter and dropped 14 pounds.