She came over with a short skirt and thigh high socks, a hoodie covers what she has inside. I didn’t expect she would come. I was nervous and excited when I sent that text, but I didn’t expect she would agree.
I first met her at a cafe a couple months ago. I was frantically writing to meet deadline, she seemed leisurely enjoy her book. She was also wearing a skirt then, I don’t think there was a sock though.
I stroked up conversation just by asking her if the wifi was working for her. To be fair it was true that I couldn’t connect with either my laptop or my phone. She said it worked for her and ask me what the problem was. We exchanged a few words then I had to turn back to my keyboard. I couldn’t help but stealing glances toward her, hoping she would do the same. Our eyes caught a couple of times. I asked for her numbers before leaving the cafe. I walked out the door thrilled with the neat line of digits in my notebook.
We texted almost everyday, it was so exciting to feel the phone buzz and see her name. My wife doesn’t fully approve, but she agreed to try this open relationship thing. The coffee girl knew about my situation, but that didn’t dissuade her from getting flirty from time to time. Finally one night when my wife was out of town, I asked her to come over, and there she was.
We sat on the couch. I poured her a coup of wine, which she told me she was legally allowed to consume. I could smell the sweetness of her, my eyes kept wonder what were she wearing under that hoodie. I moved a bit closer to her, she didn’t shy away. My fingers brushed hers, then started to interlace. My other hand lightly ran up her legs then just under the hemp of her skirt. I could feel my heart pounding, blood rushed to my pelvic area. Hadn’t her soft breath felt warmer? Our lips touched.
The kiss started slow, then deepen. My tongue gently push then wrapped hers. My hand felt up her skirt along her thigh and her ass. The panty felt so soft. I leaned on her and she sanked to the couch. I started playing and stroking her hairs whilst kissing her. The hand under her skirt left the ass and crept under her hoodie. A T-shirt that hugged directly her breast it seemed. My hand went under the shirt as well and squeezed. The index finger twirled with the nipple.
The kiss stopped momentarily as I pulled away and looked at her face. Bright round eyes looking at me, ostensibly naive, inviting yet challenging. She seemed startle as I moved to touch her panty again, finding the damp spot. The more I moved the finger outside the panty, she more she moaned. She let out a small scream as I moved past the panty and pushed into the source of the wetness. It was small but so hot and wet. I pushed a second finger in. She breathed heavily now, one hand held to the cushion, one at my shoulder. It might be my imagination but it felt like she was also pushing to go deeper. Her pelvis started moving with the rhythm of my fingers. I kept going harder and deeper too. She arched her back screaming as she came.
I stood up fumbling to take off my clothes, then I helped her out of her hoodie. Kept your shirt and skirt on though, I said. I was perhaps too harsh when I grabbed her head and pushed my dick in her mouth. I let out a grunt as she struggle not to choke. She let me fucked her mouth. I could feel the softness of her tongue without the teeth. One hand I held the back of her head, one hand I plucked into her pussy again. I was fucking her both ways, she was overwhelmed and over-wet. I had to pull my dick out before I came in her throat.
She took a moment to regain her breath, her eyes never left mine. I spread her legs and rub the tip with her labia. I made her begs.
I slowly pushed in. It was tight but wet enough. Her muscle loosen up to welcome my hardness. She moaned rhythmically with my thrusts. My hands squeezed her boobs as my hip moved faster and faster. Her legs wrapped tightly around me. There weren’t much more in-and-out as her clit grind on the base of my penis. She was breathless and seemed drifting in and out of consciousness.
I slowed down and flipped her over on all four. I pulled her pigtails as I put it in again. This time as I thrusted I played with her clit simultaneously. Her breathless screams had sound again when her lower half shooked and quivered. The third orgasm put her out of conscious as her face fell flat to the couch. I held her ass up, and went harder and faster. Everything broke loose when I shoot deep inside her. The tension in my groin was resolved and I pulled out and took a breath again. She sagged on the couch, the only movement is the slight up and down of the chest.
After we had rested and cleaned up, I called a cab for her to go home. I went to sleep exhausted but satisfied that night. My final thought before drifting off were how to include the wife next time.
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