By now I’ve realized that I really like chiseled jawlines, because that is the first thing I noticed about him. He was young, a full ten years younger than me. The young ones aren’t usually that good due to lack of experience, and maybe too much porn. But he was so cute that I couldn’t resist. Tan, beautiful brown eyes, a gorgeous smile, dark brown hair, and TALL. At 6’4”, his height was the second thing I noticed. He was neither skinny nor fat, and had played basketball at a small Midwestern college, so he was in decent shape. I swiped right, and it was an immediate match. I don’t usually send the first message, but for this one, I did.
His sense of humor was right in line with mine (what does it say about me that I have the mind of a 23-year-old guy!?). What can I say: sarcasm, Nic Cage gifs, and sexual banter get me going. We agreed to meet up for a drink at my favorite watering hole.
I don’t show my face online, so at first he didn’t know who he was looking for. I’d just come from a dance class and was a little disheveled, but he still lit up when I made eye contact and gave him a little wave. The conversation was a little more stilted in person – he’s pretty quiet, but I kept the flow moving and made him laugh with jokes about his long, thick fingers. His deep voice and Midwestern accent held my interest for over an hour, and by then we’d moved to a couch on a tucked-away corner. He wrapped an arm around me and kissed me deeply with incredibly soft lips, so well that I melted at his touch. We continued to make out and I placed my hand first on the inside of his thigh, then on his crotch. He moved his hand to stroke my pussy over my yoga pants, and soon they were soaked through.
My heart was racing, beating out of my chest, and I could feel that his was too. We both had to work the next morning, and I debated asking if he’d like some company for the night. The responsible side of me won out, and we agreed to meet up again that weekend. After one more long, passionate kiss at my car, we parted ways.
That Saturday, I went over to his house, thinking maybe we would hang out and watch a movie for a while. He had other plans, and immediately started pressing his lips against mine, undressing me before I was barely in the doorway. I enthusiastically responded, or as much as I could on my tip toes while craning my face upward. He gasped in admiration upon seeing the leopard-print lingerie I wore underneath my tight sweater dress. At that point, he lost what little patience he had left, lifted me up, and tossed me down on his bed as if I weighed nothing. Being with someone strong enough to pick me up like that is an incredible turn on.
He pulled me by my ankles to the edge of the bed, knelt down, pulled my panties to the side, and hungrily started eating my pussy. I exclaimed in surprise, then delight as I realized that he actually knew what he was doing. Like, really, REALLY knew what he was doing. I came within ten minutes and expected that would be it, but he. Kept. Going. Another orgasm built and exploded, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I cried out in ecstasy. Surely he would give me reprieve after that, but after a few minutes of kissing and licking his way up to my nipples, he made his way back down again, giving long, steady licks to my quivering pussy, sucking on my clit and flicking it with the tip on his tongue. I was screaming, clutching the bedspread and biting a pillow to try and keep from waking the whole neighborhood by the time the third orgasm came roaring through my body. An enormous wet spot spread beneath me, and I worried that I’d’ ruined his bedspread.
I lay there panting, trying to process what had just happened and failing. I felt as if I’d floated up through the ceiling, away into the clouds; it was the best oral I’ve ever had in my life. He gently moved me to the top of the bed and kissed me tenderly. I could taste my juices on his lips, and his chin was covered in my fluids, smelling faintly of honey. He pulled back, looked deeply into my eyes, and declared, “You have the most beautiful, perfect pussy I have ever seen. That was amazing.” It could be complete bullshit, I didn’t care. It was profoundly affirming to hear that from a sex partner, and it made me feel so sexy and confident. In total, he’d been down on me for at least thirty minutes.
I reached down to stroke his cock over his basketball shorts, but he stopped me. “It’s okay; let’s take a moment to catch our breath.” He held me close to him; me naked and him still fully clothed. He kissed me softly and stroked my hair, taking me in from head to toe. “Good god, you are beautiful.”
After a few minutes, he took my hand and placed it back on his cock, still rock hard. I fondled it over his shorts for a while, then reached inside to touch it directly. It’s proportionate to his height, which is to say: huge. As in, easily the largest penis I’ve ever touched. Speaking from experience, this is not the case with every tall guy out there. I sat up and straddled him, kissing him hard and deep, moving to kiss his neck, then the spot behind his left ear. He moaned deeply. Thrilled to have found a sensitive spot, I asked him if he liked his ear licked. He nodded enthusiastically, and I gently probed his ear with my tongue. He groaned and moved his hips against my hand, still stroking his cock. I nibbled his earlobe and sucked on it a little, and he giggled, as much as a 6’4” man with a bass voice can giggle.
He sat up to take off his shirt, and his chest hair was thick and dark. I ran my fingers through it in appreciation. I don’t normally like body hair that thick, but on him it looked and felt like soft black wool. He reclined back, and I kissed a trail down his neck to his shoulder, then his arm, then to his fingertips, sucking his index and middle finger seductively. I moved to the other hand, kissing his palm and the inside of his wrist, then kissing back up to his neck and down his chest. I kissed and nibbled his obliques, eliciting laughter, the deepness of his voice stirring a response in my pussy, quickening my pulse. I traced the tip of my tongue along the waistband of his shorts, drawing more chuckles and involuntary twitches.
I drew his shorts down, freeing his cock from its confines. It was just as big as it felt, veiny and so engorged that it had turned an alarming shade of purple. I looked up at him in amazement, and he chuckled at my expression. I reverently dipped my head down and eagerly began to suck, massaging his furry balls and occasionally taking one, then the other, into my mouth. I tried to take his entire shaft into my mouth, but it was so large that I began to gag and my eyes watered. He delicately stroked my hair, lifted my chin, and told me, “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” I nodded defeatedly and returned to sucking him, using both hands to stimulate the length of him. He sighed happily and closed his eyes, murmuring encouragingly and looking down occasionally to make eye contact and tell me what a good girl I was.
His cock throbbed inside my mouth and his balls pulsed, drawing tight against his body. His moans grew louder, and I became excited that he would cum soon. But, it didn’t happen. I was worried that I wasn’t doing a good enough job, although I’d never had that problem before. He later reassured me that he was just really good at holding off and normally lasted that long. I had no idea what I was in for.
He pulled me up and kissed me hard. My jaw ached from blowing him, but I was excited for what would come next. He asked if I was ready and I eagerly nodded yes. He reached over to his nightstand and rolled on a lubricated condom, then I jumped up to lower myself onto him. I was glad that my pussy was still so wet, because I definitely needed it to fit him inside me. We started slowly at first, allowing my muscles to relax so that I could take his full length. He lifted his head to suck my nipples while grinding his pubic bone into mine, grazing my clit. The force and speed gradually increased, and I thought I would orgasm again until he abruptly slowed down, grabbed my hips, and flipped me onto my back. He continued like this, bringing me to the brink of orgasm, then changing to a new position. He repeated this process twice more, much to my delight.
We eventually ended up in mermaid position, him standing at the edge of his tall bed frame with me laying on my back, legs resting on his shoulders. He adjusted the spread of my legs to his satisfaction and commenced thrusting. I reached down to rub my clit and felt my orgasm beginning to rise again. This time he did not stop me. My pussy ached from being pounded for so long, but it was a good ache. The muscles of my vaginal walls began to convulse and my clit throbbed, red-hot. My legs began to shake, and his face twisted with effort, sweat pouring off of both of us. I began to scream, and he pulled his cock out of me, stripped off the condom, and sprayed hot ejaculate all over my tits and stomach, grunting as a spurt landed in my hair. I leaned forward to lap up the last dribbles trickling out of his head, looking up adoringly at this amazing man.
We cleaned up and laid together, dozing and talking as he stroked my hair and massaged my neck and shoulders. I was just the third woman he’d ever been with, and he’d broken up with his college girlfriend only a few months before. Normally I’d roll my eyes and not believe a guy who told me this, but he was so earnest that I believed him. We made love three more times that night, and I do mean made love. This wasn’t just a random fuck; it was downright spiritual.
Normally I don’t stay the night at men’s houses – it’s part of the agreement that my husband and I have. However, my husband was out of town that weekend and gave me the green light to stay.
We met up once or twice a week, every week, for about two months. I introduced him to many firsts: a finger in his ass during blowjobs, dirty talk, spanking me with a belt, how to use a restraint system, and his first time recording sex. I’ve watched that video over and over again, just to hear his voice moaning and the sound of his hips slapping against my ass. He even sent me his first ever dick pic upon my request. We talked about the most intimate details of our lives, and he shared unimaginable childhood trauma and loss. He tried to hold my hand on the way to grab a bite to eat one time, but I quickly pulled it away. That kind of intimacy was reserved only for the bedroom, and I wanted to do my best not to develop feelings for him.
After a while, I discovered that I was pregnant. Following an ultrasound to determine how far along I was, I breathed a sigh of relief as the age of the fetus confirmed that the baby was my husband’s and we’d conceived before I met my lover. Quarantine began around the same time, and his roommates expressed that they didn’t want anyone over. I understood, and hoped that maybe we could FaceTime and stay in touch, but he isn’t very good at communicating between meetups. Our texts slowly faded, I suspect in part due to my pregnancy. I still hold a small hope that we can see each other again after the quarantine is lifted, but I don’t know. I think wistfully about the short time we had together, and morn the loss a little every now and then. Maybe he found a nice girl his own age; if so, she’s an extremely lucky woman.
I’m gonna cry