I [F] impulsively sucked an older friend [M] as a thank you

Typically, I am an extremely reserved girl when it comes to relationships. I take a pride in my public appearance so I make sure to keep my ‘adventures’, as I call them, totally discrete. A large part of that is making sure my partners are somewhat removed socially from me. Of course, this doesn’t always quite work out – my naughty side can overcome my rationality.

I studied on the south coast of England, not too far from home but not close enough to call on my parents when I needed small favours. Most things I could sort out myself; but I accidentally damaged my bedside chest of drawers, or more accurately – my landlord’s bedside chest of draws. I owned up to it and they said there wasn’t any problem if I replace it. Bearing in mind this was new at the start of the year, but I didn’t exactly have a whole load of money laying around. So I took to gumtree and found one very cheap that looked in good condition; the only problem was it was about 30 miles away and my car wasn’t on the road. In my head I hatched this plan to get a train there and somehow use the train to get it back.

Waiting for a lecture the day before (it was Friday and I planned to do in on the Saturday) I told my friends and we started to joke about it. The thought of me, a slightly curvy 5’4” girl, lugging this piece of furniture on public transport really amused them. One of the men in our group was much older than us, most of us were 19/20 at the time and he was in his 50’s, but he was cool and was more sociable because he was there than he actually thought we would be long term friends. At least, that’s the impression I got. He was a builder who made his money and decided to retrain late in life; he was interesting with tons of stories. He had that rough charm and inappropriate banter years of being a tradesman seemed to give you, along with a real builders physique – not too tall, probably 5’8” but filled out, a short head of thinning golden-brown hair and a few tattoos here and there. Secretly I found him very attractive, but he was too close to do anything with. We seemed to get along well though, and he had a van, so he offered some assistance, taking pity on me and saying he was free Saturday evening if I wanted to go then.

After the lecture I called the seller and they agreed to do early Saturday evening; so I went to check with Steve. He said it worked well for him. Before I left the group I asked him what he wanted as payment, he said he would only accept a blowjob or buy him a beer. I blushed awkwardly; my friends stepped in quickly, thinking I was embarrassed by this kind of joke, answering for me something about getting him a hooker. I wanted to make a swift exit, cracking some comment about hookers being wrong and hurried off before they realised I wasn’t embarrassed, I was more tempted.

Over the course of Friday evening and Saturday morning I pushed thinking about him like that out of my mind. I knew he was only messing about and genuinely just wanted to help me out, I was certain he just felt sorry for a little 19 year old away from home. Still, I found myself making an effort. I had slightly longer than shoulder length hair, dyed a chestnut brown, and left it down only getting occasionally tucked behind my ears. I did a little bit of make-up and shaved my legs even though it was winter – I put on thick leggings and a winter jumper. I’m not the best looking girl in the world, but I was happy with how I looked.

He picked me up later than we planned, about 6ish, and headed down. Traffic held us up even more and it was gone 7:30 by the time we got there. I had tried to call ahead to tell them we were running late but the seller wasn’t answering. When we turned up it was clear that they were out, I was warned they were going at 7, so we weren’t overly surprised although I felt terrible. Dragging Steve out here on such a cold, dark, evening wasn’t my plan and I profusely apologised. He was so cool about it, just said we can try again or if this falls through he’s happy to help out. We got in the van and headed back, because of the traffic he decided to head a different way home, through the New Forest. I always loved the forest, especially on nights like this where the cloud cover was so little you can see all the stars.

We got to the other side and we had been talking about food so we went for McDonalds and parked up in a picturesque bit of woodland about 15 minutes drive from it. I offered to pay for him but he wouldn’t have it, he just said to get him a beer next time we had a group outing to the pub. Before I started to eat I had this overwhelming urge to do something for him; it wasn’t that his hoody and jeans were radiating sex appeal, it wasn’t even that he said anything, the only thing I can think of was that it was the bottled up attraction coming to the surface. Alone in the woods on a cold, dark, evening in a warm spacious van – my naughty side needed to come out.

I pushed my untouched food to one side and moved closer to him; he looked at me suspiciously before swallowing his mouthful of burger. “What are you doing?” he scrunched his face up quizzically. I looked him in the eye before looking down into his lap. With my left hand I stroked up his thigh; nearly getting to his crotch before his hand caught mine and pulled it away. “What are you doing?” he stated again, more firmly this time.

“I wanted to thank you.” He let go of my hand, only to catch it again as I went back to continue stroking. Surprised by his lack of willingness I pulled away, “I thought you said blowjob and beer?” trying to awkwardly smooth this over.

“I said ‘or beer’ and I was only joking, you don’t have to do anything. I joke around but I’m not going to take sex as payment for anything.” He kept staring at me, I felt as if he was annoyed at me, but I was stuck in so I couldn’t think of anything else to say other than,

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I WANT to.” Over-emphasising those key words. “Just like you don’t HAVE to let me, but if you WANT to you can sit back and…” I was studying him for his reaction. I felt so nervous because if he mentioned this to anyone I was convinced my secret would get out. I slowly moved my hand up his leg again, making it to his crotch this time. I massaged the outside, feeling his hardening organ through his jeans. “I won’t tell if you don’t?” I unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock through the opening. Readjusting slightly he pulled the zipper away revealing his whole hairy package. It was dark but I could feel his hot heavy balls in my hand, caressing them gently with my fingers. Pulling my right hand around, simultaneously lifting my legs up onto the seat so I could lean over more easily, I stroked his semi-hard manhood. He felt a good size, long but not overly thick.

“Deal!” he exclaimed clearly as I dropped my head into his lap, tying my hair up in a well-practiced move as I went. Licking my tongue over his large hairy balls. “Won’t tell if you don’t.” he spoke more quietly as he relaxed. Sucking one of his balls into my mouth I breathed in through my nose, taking in his musky aroma. I noticed a familiar sensation of feeling a heartbeat through my pussy, I was very turned on. Allowing his tasty ball to slide out of my mouth I moved my tongue up and down his shaft and began to swap between licking and wet, sucking kisses; until he was fully hard.

I felt his hand slap my bum and stay stuck to my cheek while he squeezed. I sucked his head into my mouth and began to work my way up and down. His hand wandered across to the other cheek and repeated the spanking – this time a little harder – knocking me off his cock. “I want to fuck you.” He sounded stern.

“I can’t, it’s my lady time.” I tried to brush over it as I went back down, sucking hard on his bulbous head, running my tongue in circles around his pee-hole working down until I pushed my throat onto him, gagging slightly before coming up and repeating the process. His hand then wandered under my clothes, into my pants, a large finger probing my little bum-hole.

“What about your ass then?” he pressed the tip of one finger in my hole a little, it felt uncomfortable.

“Sorry, not today.” I wiggled my hips to move his hand away before deciding to try to finish him off. I licked a trickle of precum off the underside of his cock as I took all of him in my mouth. Sucking harder, moving up and down in a rhythm; wiggle my tongue from head all down his shaft as I went down, push my gag reflex to the edge trying to get to the balls, suck hard on the way up and repeat.

“Ah that’s the shit.” He moaned as I worked him. “Are you daddies little girl?” he spanked me, sending a pulse of painful pleasure through me.

“Mmmhmmm.” I mumbled with a mouthful of throbbing cock.

“Ah that’s right, you suck like a good daddies girl!” I could feel him starting to get close. “Sure daddy can’t fuck you?” his words breathless as we both got caught up. Lost in the moment I hardly heard his words as he spanked my hard, causing me to choke out his cock. A streak of cum jumped onto my cheek as I clamped my lips around his head. *Slap* *slap* *slap* he spanked my wobbly bum rapidly as a second, third, fourth and fifth spurt oozed out of his cock into my mouth, coating my eager tongue. Ending the barrage of spanking his large hand tightly gripped my bum, I kept holding him in my mouth as he used a hand to push out one last dribble of delicious cum. I loved the taste of his, sweet and a little salty, swallowing it down in no time. I sat up straight and looked at him. “I think you missed some?” he looked cautiously around to see if there were any signs of life outside the van before turning on the light.

I looked in the mirror at a thick line stuck to my cheek, “It’s easy to miss some.” I pulled a wet-wipe out of my bag and cleaned myself up. Offering one to Steve, “Do you need to clean up?” he looked down at himself, covered in my saliva.

“No; you did a great job.” He pulled his clothes back on. “You enjoyed that?” he asked.

“I did. Daddy.” I winked at him. Knowing I was teasing something he was clearly in to.

“Fuck me!” he exhaled sharply, “Please don’t tell anyone. This can be our secret. You know what would happen if they found out?”

“We have a deal, right?” I felt more confident now. “It’s not like you did anything wrong anyway. If I wasn’t on, who knows.” He laughed nervously, obviously conflicted about what just happened. I started to wolf my food down.

“No, I suppose I didn’t. Although I would love your sexy ass and that’s wrong!” once again he caught me by surprise with his forwardness leaping out from behind his wall of conflict.

“Well… not today… no” I wasn’t sure how to politely say no, so I tried my best and he just smiled, and said,

“Thanks, the BJ was great I don’t want to sound ungrateful!” I assured him he wasn’t and our conversation moved on. He dropped me home soon after. I was hoping I could rearrange getting the drawers to ask him for another favour – but that’s another story.

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