Having a cover story for meeting Squishy in real life wasn’t difficult. One of my hobbies is flipping collectibles on eBay, so my then-wife was used to me chasing down stuff I saw advertised on craigslist or going to thrift stores looking for treasure. So being gone for an afternoon wasn’t suspicious. And I made sure to always come home with a bunch of stuff, even if it was stuff I had found a few days earlier and left in the trunk. Now that I know she was banging the dude she’s currently married to I can see why she never seemed to resent the time I spent on my hobby. No biggie. I won’t demand a nobility of her that I myself did not possess.
Squishy and I arranged to meet one Saturday morning. By this time we had been sexting for about 3 months. I parked a block away and approached her door after she texted me to let me know that she was home from her jog. She had a big beautiful house with a large flower garden and peony bushes. She also had a porch swing, and I regret that in all our trysts we never spent any time on it.
She let me inside with the same mischievous smile on her face that she had in so many of her selfies. She seemed a bit shorter than I thought she’d be; about 5’1”. Her face was still a bit flushed from exertion and she was sweaty from her run. I remember thinking to myself that she seemed sweat a lot more profusely than I did because her outfit was soaked though in a lot of places. She smelled sweaty, too, but not unpleasantly so.
She apologized for her appearance. If she was worried that a bit of perspiration would shut off my libido she was totally wrong. I was a complete grinning fool and I was just happy to be in her presence. I didn’t give a shit that she wasn’t dolled-up. She had her hair in a ponytail, which was not how I usually saw her in her pics. The novelty just added to her attractiveness.
She tried to direct me to the living room but once the door was closed I just took her into my arms and asked that she just let me hold her for a sec before we sat down. I didn’t kiss her right immediately; I ran my hands down her back and let them roam across her body while I gazed into her eyes for a bit, looked at her curves in her tight running outfit, and also peered longingly down into her cleavage. I’d rest a hand on her hip, cup her ass, hold her face etc and she smiled up at me. It was probably only a few moments but it felt like a full 10 minutes. Eventually she reached her hand up and maneuvered my face down to hers and we locked mouths.
This was maybe the only aspect of Squishy that my wife had prepared me completely for: They kissed exactly the same. Squishy moved her hands all over my upper body and made sounds of approval. I wasn’t into exercise, but thanks to genetics I have a body that looks ok the beach. Not like the volleyball scene from Top Gun by any means, but I could have my shirt off and not look like a slob.
We didn’t move right on to the fucking. Squishy slowed things down and we sat on her living room couches for about 15 minutes drinking ice water and gossiping about our mutual twitter friends. When she was in the kitchen I noticed she closed the curtains that were by the doors leading out to her backyard. During our conversation she moved about the room and adjusted the blinds to those windows as well. It wasn’t dark, but it was more private.
She walked over to where I was sitting and she stood in front of me. She looked down at me smiling and said: “Give me 20 minutes to take a shower and then we can have our fun, ok?”
I scooched to the edge of my seat and reached my arms out, gripping the hem of the stretchy running leggings she was wearing. My heart got really rapid. I grinned at her and said: “Fuck that. I want to taste you like this.”
I started hooking my fingers into the hem of her leggings and drawing downward. I did it with a light touch and intentionally fumbled my fingers for a moment in case she was really insistent on the shower and wanted to step away. But when I looked up at her she had this fierce, lusty expression that conveyed to me that she had totally changed her mind and was really into my idea. (And that’s another image that’s just seared onto my brain indelibly. ?)
I kept pulling downward and took her running leggings down to the floor. She smelled like sweat, but it wasn’t the rancid piss/onion smell that I remember from my cousin’s bag of hockey gear. It was an erotic muskiness that felt like sex and springtime. Her pussy was right in front of my face and I drew my tongue from the top of her cropped bush to her navel. I gripped one of her ass cheeks with my left hand and I felt along her other leg with my other hand. Her damp skin tasted every bit as salty and intoxicating as I imagined.
She pushed on my shoulders and said “Lean back.”
I leaned back and looked at her. She had a serious look on her face. She pulled off her sports bra and kicked her tights aside as I took my own shirt off as fast as possible so I wouldn’t obstruct the view for more than an instant. She climbed onto the couch and straddled me. She thrust her beautiful round tits into my face and I remember the taste of salt between her breasts.
I wish I could say she then begged me to treat her like the soft serve cone I mentioned earlier but that wasn’t the reality. The reality was that after I had sucked her nipples and grazed them with my teeth a little (as per her instructions), she abruptly got off the couch and hurriedly crossed the room and reseated herself in a comfy looking single sofa chair. She spread her legs and beckoned me over to her glistening pussy with an eager hand gesture and a sort of impatient croak.
In an instant I was kneeling in front of the chair with my hands gripping the flesh of her thighs and burying my face in her hot, wet cunt.
My tongue, lips, and jaw all worked in concert. I got the most enthusiastic groans and whispers when I’d firmly circle her inner lips with the tip of my tongue or when I’d purse my lips and do this thing where I’d make them firm and mash them around her clit region. I just paid attention. I could tell right away she preferred a different method than I had used with my ex, but I adapted quickly and I was soon rewarded with hearing her raspy, extatic release. I hadn’t even noticed until then that she had been tightly gripping my hair with both hands.
She pushed me gently backward with her foot and leaned forward.
Some of her hair had fallen out of the ponytail and it framed her face messily on both sides. It’s so odd but that detail is just as arousing to me now as the memory of her bare tits.
“Let me suck your cock, [MQ]
I stood in front of her and produced my cock in a very efficient set of motions. She grabbed it and took me into her mouth. She sucked on me so enthusiastically and I was already so burning with lust just waiting for this moment that I came in less than a minute. As I stiffened I held her head in order to maintain my balance and she made a sound like “Mmmmmmmmmmm!” throughout the duration of my spurting into her mouth. She polished and cleaned the end of my dick thoroughly with her mouth afterwards, waggling her tongue, smacking her lips, and making a bit of a show out of it as my erection subsided and I enjoyed that blissful, post ejaculation haze.
This entry is getting a little long so I won’t catalogue everything else that happened before I took my leave. Some of the discussion was definitely about how to make this happen again without being greedy or stupid about it. We agreed that condoms wouldn’t be necessary. (Which was perhaps a bit foolhardy of me. I didn’t know my wife was carrying on with another man at the time. Everything worked out fine, though, thank goodness)
Squishy had the presence of mind to run a lint roller over me before I left, just in case I’d picked up any hairs. It was summer, and I kept the windows up and the heat on in order to get myself to perspire a bit on the way home. All I could think about was how goddamned good it felt to have a gorgeous woman reveal her body to me and trust me like that. Above all I was just beaming over the fact that I had been able to convince her to delay her shower.
More to come in part 6
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h03sur/my_m_memories_of_squishy_f_a_twitter_friend_who
This is amazing!