When in confinement…, do as confined people do? [MF]

This is a story about how I (F, 28) fucked my neighbor from across the street (M, 29) because we were in confinement and got bored. Scroll way down past the *** to get to the fun part, or bear with me for a juicy back story, and weeks of building up tension.

I met Henri on my first day of work. I started a new job a few months into the pandemic, and I only ever went to the office once, to get my IT equipment and badge. Henri started the same day as me, in a different business unit. We exchanged a few words of small talk as we were waiting in front of the building. He was dressed sharply and caught my attention straight away. His dark, full hair, his beard, that I could only see parts of as we were wearing masks, and his athletic body distracted me from the get-go of our conversation, and so I don’t remember what we talked about that day. I do remember my surprise though when we walked to the metro station, and realized we were not only going to the same stop, but actually almost to the same place. We were both new to the city and had somehow ended up on the same street.

It was late summer, and restrictions weren’t too bad where I live so I was still going out to meet friends, hosted people at my place occasionally and went on dates every now and then. My thoughts wandered off to Henri more often than I wanted, but I tried to proceed with caution because of us working at the same place. I made a point of not imagining me ripping of his clothes, his mouth exploring every inch of my skin or him pushing me onto my knees as I caressed his cock, and yet I repeatedly woke up having variation after variation of this wet dream.

We had exchanged phone numbers when we met, and we were texting a fair bit. It was lighthearted, how was your weekend, how are things, have you heard this gossip kind of thing. When covid numbers started to rise, and options for spending your weekend started to thin, we began meeting up. We would have a beer, sometimes just us, sometimes one or two other people. Occasionally we went for a run, ‘cause you gotta stay fit, right? I’m pretty sure we both felt a tension, but we didn’t go down that road for weeks. Instead, we played cards, drank beer, and talked about past adventures. Now, fast forward to one evening last week. Christmas is coming up, and we’re both trying to limit social contacts as best we can. Neither of us has seen anyone in days, so we decide (not sure which part of our bodies decided) it’s safe to see each other.

I went over to his place, my one-track mind taking over, in yoga pants, a push-up bra and a tightly fitting sweatshirt. Somehow the conversation steered to sexual encounters, we talk about preferences, threesomes we’ve had, holiday flirts and what not. It’s the middle of the week and at some point, I just leave, because I’ve got a busy day ahead and know that if I don’t leave now, we won’t get any sleep. Plus, a tiny part of myself (as in my 2 brain cells) is still thinking I shouldn’t fuck the guy.

Friday night Henri texts me to complain how utterly boring lockdown is. I dare him to come over, and of course he does. We sit down on the couch, engage in a bit of fake conversation, until I decide to ask him how we’re gonna handle this. I tell him that I think he is incredibly attractive, and that there is nothing I would love to do more than to pull him in for a kiss. But we’ve built a friendship, we’re colleagues, and I don’t want things to be awkward. He takes a deep breath, stands up and opens the window. He runs his hands through his hair, saying he’s not sure. We both know we’re generally open to casual sex, but somehow it doesn’t make things easier. What follows must be some of the most intense moments I’ve had in ages. His chest is moving up and down, and I see him slightly move with the beat of that electronic music I was listening to. He’s smiling, before he finally pulls me in for a kiss.

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You can tell a weight has been lifted, and the kiss is not that of lovers kissing each other for the first time. It’s a kiss of two hungry, lonely souls, almost trying to devour each other. I had walked the few steps over to meet him at the window, but he was now pushing me back against my desk. Henri is not much taller than I am, but he is fit and without any effort lifted me up to sit me down on that table. He kisses my lips, my neck, runs his hands over my hips, my belly and without hesitation up to my bra, and pulls of my shirt. A second later my bra is gone, and he is softly biting my nipples. I felt a shiver run through my entire body and firmly pushed his head down. Without waiting another second, he pulled down my pants.

Still fully dressed, he started to work his way up my thighs. His lips and his fingers inched towards my pussy as he pulled my black thong to the side. My pussy and clit were already so sensitive that feeling the fabric against my skin made me even more wet. Henri could feel I was getting impatient and decided to start teasing me. He told me he had all the time in the world, and sloooowly ran his fingers up and down the sides of my pussy before grabbing the flesh of my thighs and only then starting to use his tongue. I leaned back and started to moan for a few seconds before I pushed him away.

At that point I was in a completely different world, and fully gave in to my desire. I got off the table, standing before him completely naked, enjoying his eyes on me. We kissed again, as I finally took off his shirt. His body was more amazing than what I had imagined even in my wildest dreams, perfectly toned, slight six pack, strong arms. For a second I just took in the view and whispered in his ear how gorgeous he is and how much I’ve been fantasizing about this to happen. My patience has clear limits though, and so I quickly move on to also take his jeans off same as his boxers and put the tip of his dick into my mouth as I sink down onto the floor. His dick is rather small but rock hard, and I enjoy first licking the tip, then sliding all of it into my mouth and giving him a full-on blowjob. Stroking his balls with one hand, I first use my other grab tight ass, before stimulating his anus for a moment with my fingers. I can feel his dick pulsating in my mouth and in my throat, and just as I feel his entire body about to contract, I pull him down to the carpet that I was kneeling on.

Thankfully I wasn’t wearing any make-up, after that blowjob I would have been a total mess. Mentally I was a bit of a mess, solely focused on finishing now. I took a condom from my pants, pushed him to the ground, and rolled the condom over his dick which was still wet from all my saliva. I put two fingers in my mouth and fingered myself for a second, before taking his erect cock in my hands to sit on him. His dick was sliding right in me, and the tension I had felt a few minutes ago was nothing compared to the feeling he triggered now. I gently started to move my hips, and even the tiniest movement just made me explode in deep, wild lust. I started moaning and moved faster and faster, before I held in for a second and started to kiss him. The kiss was more than passionate, our hands everywhere, our bodies completely entwined.

Eventually he grabbed my shoulders, turned me around to make me lay flat on my back, and then turned me again, my butt facing him. I’ve been told before I have the most perfect ass, big yet tight, and you could tell he was enjoying the view as he thrust two, then tree fingers into my pussy. I shivered in anticipation and told him I needed to feel him inside me again. He obeyed, pressing his cock against my ass first, then all of a sudden pushing it inside my pussy. He fucked me hard, and I completely lost all sense of space and time and gave in to the rush of endorphins. I can hear him start to groan, first almost inaudibly, then growing louder and louder, as his throbbing cock slides in and out.

He pushed my back all the way down to the ground, then the rest of my body too, and has complete control over me now. I can’t resist even another second, and start to cum hard, while he continues to fuck me. I’m a shivering mess by the time I can feel him cuming too. With a last groan he pulls out and sinks down to the carpet next to me. I’m too stunned to say a word, same as him. I haven’t felt this content in ages and can’t stop smiling. The upcoming days feel a lot less bleak, and I immediately start thinking about a second round as he gently starts caressing me again, running his fingers along the side of my face, down my neck, my breasts, lingering at my belly button for a while before venturing further down.

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First ever post, and not a native speaker, I hope you were able to bear with me. Sorry for being lengthy, but I had an urge to share the story with you as it happened. Maybe it can brighten a confined day for someone. Would love to hear what you think, and feel free to share your lockdown stories as well.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/khq5ox/when_in_confinement_do_as_confined_people_do_mf