So I guess a lot of people have had a boring lockdown with nothing much to do and it was looking like it would be like that for me too. I guess I should start with a bit of backstory. (As I finish part 1 I realise the intro is quite long before I get to the fun stuff but I promise it is worth it and it will be all fun stuff from here on out!)
Firstly in my college days I was a little bit of a a slut. I possibly wouldn’t have put it that way myself at the time and wasn’t *that* wild but I enjoyed myself and was happy to sleep around, have one night stands, and be a bit kinky; I had a few “relationships” whit frat boys that were driven more by sex than any sort of long term plans. As I was leaving college I thought about starting to settle down a little and got together with a guy who had similarly been a bit of a frat boy but was on the more sensible side. We eventually got married and things were ok but life gradually got more sensible and boring and our sex life dried up and I think we grew to resent each other a bit.
All of this is to say we eventually divorced near the start of the year. It wasn’t very messy (we are early thirties, no kids, and we didn’t argue much we just didn’t talk) and I stayed in the house while he moved out. I had been thinking of having a few months to myself before trying to get out and date a bit but then of course lockdown got in the way of life.
At this point I should mention my new neighbors who had moved in around this time too. They are a bit older and seemed boringly nice enough (except they actually talked and got on with each other) and had a college aged son who I hadn’t met as he had been away at college when they moved in and I had been out of town when he had been to visit.
As lock down started I was working from home and was on my own the whole time. My neighbor’s son came to stay with them once college finished but I didn’t notice him the first few days. Cut through the boring stuff to a Friday afternoon when the weather was nice and I was desperate to have a drink and sunbathe before it cooled down too much. I looked out my office window to see the son mowing the lawn with his top off. His body was chiselled with young muscles and his tanned skin glistened with sweat and a slight tan. This distraction was the last straw and I gave up work for the day and put on a bikini and made myself a drink.
I lay out on a sun lounger and felt a bit like a young, giggly girl for the first time in forever. The fence between us meant we couldn’t see each other but I day dreamed as I thought of him near by. It might have ended at that but as he was finishing my glass fell off my arm rest and shattered and I let out a little scream of surprise. He came rushing over at the sound and poked his head over the fence and asked if I was ok. I was but my mind was a bit full of naughty thoughts so I must have giggled and waffled a bit.
Once he realised I was ok he apologised for seeing me in my bikini but I liked the attention so I flirted a bit and told him it was fine. He introduced himself as David and we talked for a while and I flirted (probably much more clumsily than I thought I was) until his parents came out with their food. They were going to eat on the patio and said I should join them in eating outside too so I rushed inside to throw something on an grab some pasta salad and went back out to sit and talk to them over the fence as I ate. It was a welcome escape from monotony and they said we should do it again the next day.
That night I had a bit of fun with one of my little toys at the thought of the David and had my first decent orgasm in ages and felt very naughty about it.
The next night I decided to wear a slightly slutty dress and nice lingerie and have a nice bottle of wine and pretend I was actually going out to a party. We ate and chatted again and I got a bit drunk and grabbed a second bottle of wine. As the sun started to go down the parents went inside to go to bed but David and I stayed and chatted a bit more. My drunk clumsy flirting must have been even more obvious because he made a few comments too before I accidently let slip my lack of a sex life and my spying on him in the garden the night before. He teased me about it a bit and then before I knew it he hopped the fence and was standing in front of me. He kissed me and my mind went wild as I kissed him back.
After a moment I pulled back and took his hand and dragged him into the house my mind swimming with the wine and the thought of what I was about to do. I pulled him into the bed room and kissed him again before he pulled off and took off his top to reveal his great body. I must have just stared for a while before I put my hand on his chest and felt his arms and hard abs. After my hand wandered lower I decided to just go for it and grabbed his belt puling it off quickly and pulling down his flys then pants and boxers in one motion.
His cock burst out like a spring and was rock hard immediately. I gasped as I took a step back to look at it. It was thick and long and hard and eager looking and I think I let out a bit of a moan as I looked at it. I stepped back into him and kissed him again as my hands went straight to his cock but I couldn’t wait and was soon down on my knees for a closer look as my hands stroked it one after the other. I stared at it wide eyed for a while before before looking up and him and telling him what a great cock he had. He smirked a little but I was almost instantly down on his cock sucking at the bulging head and tasting it.
I closed my eyes and just lost myself in it for a while as my hands, and lips, and tongue worked together to work every inch of his meaty shaft. One of my hands dropped to between my legs and I felt my pussy dripping and burning like it hadn’t done in so long. After a while I realised he had his hands in my hair and looked up to see him smiling down at me. I pushed on a little gagging a few times on his thick dick tasting his yummy precum but I couldn’t ignore my pussy any longer so I stood up and led him by the cock over to the bed.
I lay back on the bed and hiked up my dress, too horny to waste time taking it off, and pealed off my panties flicking them past him with my foot as I spread my legs and looked at him standing over me. “Fuck me.” I said, “Fuck me with that big young cock and make me scream like a college slut!” I begged hm. He stepped forward and held one of my legs up using his other hand to rub his cock on my slit “Are you going to be my lockdown milf?” He asked as he teased me. I nodded biting my lip stop my self from moaning but he asked again, “Are you going to be my dirty lockdown milf? My secret cum slut all Summer? Beg for it.”
I let out something between a moan and a scream at the thought, not only of fucking him now, but of fucking him night after night before I finally managed to form words and almost growl “Yes make me your lockdown milf slut. Fuck me, cum on me, give me your thick young cock.” As I did he slid himself deep into me in one long stroke filling me up and making me gasp. He put his other hand on my leg now and held them both up as he leaned forward and kissed me hard still buried deep inside me before standing up and beginning to fuck me.
He didn’t hold back and was soon pounding away at me hard as our bodies slapped together. I held onto the pillow behind my head and moaned and screamed and tried to form words to egg him on as he grunted and breathed heavy with each thrust. My boobs must have popped out as he shifted one leg to his shoulder and reached down to feel them and I reached down to pull off my bra and then play with my nipples. I must have cum at least twice like that and felt better than I had in years and imagined myself as some college whore in the frat house which just made it even better.
Eventually he leaned down again and kissed me before telling me to flip over and kneel down. I practically tore off my dress as I did before getting on all fours and sliding myself back onto his cock not wanting to waste a second. He held onto my hips at first pulling me back but there was no need as I drove back into him wanting more and more so he spanked me hard and I yelped before picking up my pace. I hadn’t been spanked in years and I loved the sharp tingle and the loud snap sound it made. “Oh you like that slut?” He asked as he did it again and I moaned and tried to nod in agreement as he spanked me and asked me again before grabbing a handful of my hair and forcing me down into the bed, “Do you?” he grunted and I could just scream back, “Yes, yes, yes yes, God, yes!” as I came again for the 4th or fifth time.
Finally he asked me where I wanted his cum and I jumped down to kneel before him and told him, “cover me, paint me, claim me!” and he did. As I stroke him he erupted with rope after rope of thick, hot, sticky cum to cover my face, hair, tits, and body. I smiled in the glow of making him cum so hard before eagerly slurping on his still hard cock and tasting myself and the last few spirts of his cum as he let out some animal noise.
I fell back onto my heals panting as he sat down on the end of the bed. We didn’t say much as he gathered up his stuff and left and I got onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep on top of the covers still covered in his cum.
I didn’t find my panties after waking up late the next morning (more like afternoon) and walked round the house naked for a while in a happy daze glad to have found some way of forgetting my ex and having fun for how ever long we were to be stuck inside.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ipof70/how_i_made_it_through_lockdown_and_got_my_f_slut