So, I’ve written a bunch of stories like this, in the first person, and thought I’d share the shortest one first, to see how it goes. Let me know thoughts!
I arrive at your house, nervous and anxious to see you again. The last time we caught up had ended in some seriously hot play time, and I was hoping for more of the same this time, but not sure if it would happen again.
I knocked on your door and smiled as you answered, with one thought in my head: I wanted you, and I wanted you bad.
You lead me to the pool room where you are mid way through playing a game with your house mate, and hand me a drink, which I gladly accept, hoping it will ease my nervousness a little. I sit off to the side watching the two of you play.
My eyes never leave you, watching you move, eyeing the plains of your strong body in appreciation. You meet my eye, catching me blatantly checking you out, and wink at me. I bite my lip, embarrassed and nervous that you’ve caught me staring at you.
Eventually your game finishes, and your house mate leaves, now it’s just the two of us. I pick up a cue and we start a game. I’m not focussing on the game, instead taking more pleasure out of watching you. We continue the game, casually brushing against each other as we move around the table. Just enough to build the tension between us.
I lean over to take a shot, and see you watching me intently. I straighten, pull off my jumper, and lean back down again, my low cut top giving you a good view of my chest. Your eyes move back to my cleavage, and I straighten, licking my lips. I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear, and slowly move my hand down my chest, with the pretence of fixing my top, but really just wanting to see if your gaze would follow my hand.
Your eyes darken as you watch my movements, and I know in that moment that you want me just as much as I want you. You casually move over to my side of the table, and I lean down to rest my elbows down on the edge, knowing it would make it harder for you to sidle past without touching me.
You move behind me and pause, moving your hips ever so slightly, just enough that I can feel that you’re hard, but gentle enough to be able to brush it off and apologise if I took offence. I push back gently, and give you a bit of a wiggle, making it clear we are on the same page.
Your hands grab hold of my hips then, and you grind yourself hard against me, a groan escaping your mouth as I push back against you just as hard. I hear you working your zipper down, so I quickly undo the button on my pants just in time for you to yank them down.
You put a hand to the middle of my back and firmly push me down so that I am bent over your pool table again, ready and waiting for you. You slam into me once, hard, while holding me bent over and I cry out. I’d been craving you inside me since I arrived, hell, since the moment we decided to catch up again.
You pull me up while still thrusting into me, and roughly pull down my top, exposing my breasts. You move your hand to my nipple, pinching and tugging on the already impossibly hard nub. I moan, enjoying your hands on me while you fuck me.
You move your hand around then, and find my clit. I cry out, the rush of pleasure so intense and sudden. Your fingers on my clit keep pace with the rhythm of your hard cock pounding me, and I cry out in ecstasy. “fuck….oh God… Josh, fuck me…please” my words coming out incoherent, begging you to keep going, to keep driving me wild.
Your hands leave my body, push me back face down against the table and return to my hips, angling me so you can get deeper inside me. The feeling of the felt brushing up against my hard nipples coupled with your cock pumping in and out is a whole new load of senstations, and it brings me close to orgasm. I moan as you continue your relentless pounding, getting higher and higher on the overwhelming amounts of pleasure you are giving me.
The pleasure builds in me and I reach my peak, all but screaming your name as I shudder through my orgasm, which continues on and on. I ride the wave of pleasure you are giving me, blowing my mind, never easing.
I hear you growl low in your throat, and you slam into me once, twice, and you still, shooting your load deep inside me. You pull out of me and turn me around, pulling my face up to yours. You kiss me passionately, and reignite the fire in me.
You take my hand and look at me wickedly as you lead me to your room, where I am hoping for round two…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/jvl6uv/visiting_an_old_friend_mf