I guess Christmas came early (M/F)

How did we end up on your couch with your hands wrapped around my cock?

One minute I was leaning against your kitchen countertop, sipping a cup of joe you offered me, chatting about how we never knew we were next-door neighbors even though we ran into each other at the lift lobby all the time—the next, we were on your couch, gazing at each other with crooked smiles as our eyes meet and lingered for a while. Your eyes were beautiful, almost mesmerizing against the pale morning light. You were a delicious treat for my eyes in your oversized baby blue tee with a large crew neck that showed one of your shoulders.

No bra. Delicious.

Maybe you’re the kinda girl who is a workaholic during the week but let’s loose entirely when she is chilling at home on a weekend like this.

I couldn’t help but notice your soft, smooth, silky skin. It was flawless.

As we sat there on your couch gazing at each other for a while, there was a tension in the air, almost like we wanted something more than that cup of coffee in our hands. But we both said nothing even as you broke off the gaze and set down your mug on the coffee table. I couldn’t believe I was having coffee with my newly acquainted sexy next-door neighbor. You were drop-dead gorgeous…almost perfect. My eyes wandered around the living room searching for clues that would reveal to me if you were taken when a men’s jacket slung over a dining chair caught my eye. A boyfriend? A husband, maybe?

“I hope I’m not intruding,” I peered at the jacket and said.

“Oh, no. That’s my brother’s. He came over yesterday to drop off some books and forgot about it. I live alone. Just a crazy single cat lady,” you laughed nervously.

I was glad you were quick to reassure me that you weren’t taken.

“You know, there’s a café two blocks from our building that serves the best coffee around here,” you said. “The smell of their coffee takes my breath away every time I walk past it in the morning.” You closed your eyes and drew a deep breath as a smile radiated across your face.

“Sounds like you should get a room with their coffee,” I teased.

“I would. I think I could show their coffee a good time,” you quipped.

“I bet.”

“Do you know what else I like?”

“What?”

“The smell when I walk past a Bradford Pear tree.” You blurted out before you even realized what you were saying and smiled sheepishly.

“Why is that?” I asked, confused as to what you meant.

“Nevermind. You don’t wanna know.” You blushed and giggled.

“Why not? Come on, tell me.” I reached over and shook your thigh with my hand playfully.

You laughed and moved closer, turning to face me. “Okay, I’ll tell you if you promise not to judge.”

“I can’t promise that,” I said, leaning in, amused and intrigued, but not letting you off easy. “Come on. It can’t be that bad.” I prodded your knee gently with a finger.

“Okay. fine.” You giggled adorably and shifted even closer. Leaning in, you adjusted your oversized tee to cover your shoulder. As you were doing it, I caught a glimpse of your bare chest. You had these soft perky breasts that looked amazingly juicy. You caught my eyes widening but pretended to look away and said nothing about it. “Put down the coffee. I don’t want you to spill it on my couch when you hear it.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” I said but obliged anyway.

“Okay. The reason why I like the smell of a Bradford Pear tree is because it smells like…cum.” You almost burst out laughing after hearing yourself say it out loud.

“Cum again?” I teased but you turned my cheeky smile into a laugh with a playfully slap on my arm. “Stop it.” Feigning annoyance, you rested your hand on my arm and started gently stroking it.

“Erm…yeah, so that’s the reason why,” you said.

“So you like the smell of cum,” I said, gazing into that inviting look in your eyes.

“Yeah, I do. The smell of it is so…intoxicating,” closing your eyes as you said it.

I moved closer to you and tuck your hair behind your ears. You were a little taken aback but didn’t stop me.

You smiled and continued, “But it’s not just the smell. It’s the taste too.” You looked away grinning, almost looking shy when you admitted it. “And the thought of where it comes from just fills me with a bottomless pit of lust sometimes.” You glanced seductively at the growing bulge in my pants and bit your lower lip.

You looked so fucking sexy. I was so turned on by your slutty confession.

“Maybe I can help.” The words came out of my mouth before I realized it.

“Really?” Your eyes were filled with lust as you said it.

I gently took your hand and placed it on my bulge as a lustful moan escaped from your lips.

As you unzipped my pants, you whispered into my ears, “I guess Christmas came early.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/js3ss9/i_guess_christmas_came_early_mf