My girlfriend and I have this thing we do, when she’ll give me a handjob and whisper sexy stuff in my ear. She’s always told me she’d only had sex with previous boyfriends and never done anything too wild, but last night she told me a secret. Here’s what she said, as close to word-for-word as I can remember….
“It was back when I was sharing a flat with Julie. I’d been out clubbing but she had stayed home with her boyfriend. He was visiting for the week and one of his pals was crashing on the couch for the night, can’t remember why. I got in about 3am, expecting them all to be asleep.
The pal was in the kitchen, getting a glass of water in a t-shirt and boxers. I was a little tipsy, so said hello and we chatted in the hall for a bit about the usual stuff. I’d met him before but didn’t really know him well.
We didn’t flirt much at first, but I knew he was looking at me, he couldn’t help it. I’d been clubbing so was in a little blue dress and stilettos, my legs tanned, make up that little bit sexier than it was when I last saw him. I knew I looked good and I’d kissed a hot guy earlier in the club, so I felt good too.
As we chatted in the hall I started noticing him that bit more. He was good looking. Tall and slim, a bit cheeky, attractive enough with a solid frame. He suggested we sit up with a beer before he go to sleep and I figured what was probably on his mind, but I didn’t know if I’d give him anything or not.
We went and sat on the couch. I could have gotten changed into something more comfortable but I kept the dress and heels on. I wanted to tease him at least, get a little sexual tension going. Maybe give him something to think about when he got himself off later.
We sat and chatted, quite close on the couch, getting that bit more flirty. I made sure he could see up my dress a little and brushed the heel of my shoe against him sometimes. I made extra eye contact, giggled and smiled at him, twirled my hair. I knew I looked hot, I knew I could have him. I thought then that maybe I’d kiss him. Maybe I’d straddle him a little and feel him get hard. Nothing more though.
We got even closer as we moved onto the second beer. We hadn’t touched, but I could feel my knickers were wet. I thought about giving him a hand job, maybe even a BJ, but I was getting hornier and hornier. I wanted him. I wanted sex.
And as we got flirtier and flirtier, closer on the couch. He made his move.
“You have the hottest lips. Can I kiss you?”
“You can try.”
And he leaned in. It was gentle, tender at first, both flicking our tongues in each other’s mouths. But we were soon going deeper, more intense. His hand moved up onto my thigh, under my dress and close to my pussy.
I straddled him, kissing him hard and grinding against his crotch. I could feel his erection through his boxers and made sure he felt my wetness through my knickers. I made all the right noises and before long we were both moaning and groaning as his dick rubbed against my clit.
I needed him, now, so I stood up and dropped my dress. I gave him a few seconds to admire me in my lacy underwear and high heels, turned him on even more, then I lay down on the couch and looked at him in that coquettish way I knew drove guys wild. He took off his t-shirt and dropped his boxers.
He looked great naked. A little bit of muscle on him but not too much. Just looking at his cock made me gush. It was big. It was hard and I wanted it inside me.
I slipped down my knickers. The look on his face when he saw my trimmed pussy was wild. I’d never felt so hot, so desirable. He leaned over me, never dropped eye contact and within seconds, I could feel his cock enter me. I gasped and pulled him close, he was so big and he went so deep.
I didn’t often come from penetrative sex, but within a few thrusts I knew this was different. I kept kissing him hard, feeling his groans of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him, felt every inch of his cock as he pumped me. With each thrust I gasped harder, louder as he speeded up. His cock was hitting all the right places. I could feel myself getting close.
His groans got louder and faster, my gasps got more frequent and intense. As I could feel myself starting to come, I wrapped my legs tighter round him, my stiletto heels gripping onto his buttocks, pushing them harder into me. I wanted him to pump me full of his cum.
The orgasm was incredible and as its first wave came over me, I could feel his whole body begin to quiver. He buried his head in my neck and came loudly deep inside me. I closed my eyes in sheer ecstasy, held him close as we collapsed in a heap. It had only lasted a minute at most, but I’d never been fucked like that, ever.
We looked at each other, laughed and kissed, more softly this time. It felt amazing. I knew I looked so sexy, with messy hair, flushed post-sex face and naked except my my cute bra and heels. I had this hot guy on top of me, his dick softening inside my pussy, his cum dribbling slowly out. We kissed, fondled and enjoyed the moment for a while.
We’d been so loud and hadn’t even closed the door. I knew Julie and her boyfriend must have heard me get fucked. They’d heard me come. They’d heard him come. I wondered if it had turned them on, I bet it had. Him especially.
We stayed up a while longer, flirting and chatting. I finally got naked and we got under a blanket on the couch. I could tell that seeing my tits got him going again, so we kissed and fumbled a little until I felt I was ready for more. I guided his head down and he nuzzled and licked my clit, making me moan and groan, building the pleasure up until I came again. It was gentler this time, warmer, more blissful.
My pussy was sodden, my clit still tingling when I reached down to feel he was fully hard again. I took his dick in my hand, rubbing and caressing. I got faster, more rhythmic as I brought him off. It didn’t take long. His gasps got faster, I felt his cock start to twitch and kissed him hard as he squirted out another load of cum, spraying flecks onto my tits and chest. We collapsed in a heap again, both in sheer bliss.
I had cum on my tits and cum in my pussy. I was lying on my couch, naked and had just seduced a stranger. We’d both come twice within about 20 minutes. My flatmate and her boyfriend had heard it all. I felt like such a sexy little slut. I felt great.
I eventually went back to bed. Afterwards we texted for a week or 2 and I bumped into him at a couple of weddings, but nothing else happened. Julie and I still laugh about it sometimes, but her boyfriend always looked at me a little differently after that.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dnhznb/mf_girlfriend_told_me_story_about_her_onenight
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