Custo[M]er Service Rep takes very good care of [F]lustered member. Part 2

Folks, I know I deserve the fun chiding in comments and DM for the cliff hanger. I’m still chuckling at the all-caps “motherfucker” in comments. My writing was fueled by a bout of insomnia that finally ran dry at 4am that morning – totally unintentional. Here’s the first half if you missed it – https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kn0xub/customer_service_rep_takes_very_good_care_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

I don’t recall every detail so play-by-play will be light in some spots….mostly due to time passed but other reasons as well. I do have very strong recall of impressions and specific recollections. I do my best to convey my thoughts or motivations in addition to my/our actions. Plus, I like backstory if you can tell. I’ll stfu now. She’s Jess, btw.

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We arrive and dump her purchases on the kitchen counter (still the good CSR!). We small talk while she’s putting refrigerated items away. Her ass looks firm. It needs kneading and biting. Without much forethought, I smack it with medium firmness. Brazen, I know. I truly walked in there with very little to lose. I played it cool to get here, so no need to change my personality over a ONS (ODS?).

She’s caught off guard almost not knowing what to make of me. I remember this distinctly because I had a very slight “I went too far” moment. Jess later shared she wasn’t used to be treated like this. It’s always adoration and kid gloves with her. Perhaps it’s her volatility, but as I said – nothing to lose.

I smile and give her a little grief for all the teasing at the store. She has this little wicked grin I really started to like. It’s the same one I saw at the exit at my work. She shuts the fridge and takes two determined steps straight into me. No subtlety at all with this woman. Mouths meet and I’m backed into the counter.

We were a little all over the place. It was frantic kissing. I picked her up and sat her down on the countertop. Hands roaming and groping. Her two genetic blessings felt better than they looked (and she was stunning naked). She hits the brakes to freshen up. Tease. Pay back. She disappears to her room while I get a drink from her fridge.

I’m on her couch keeping my composure. She absolutely did not disappoint. She returns in a tank top and panties. There’s a fair amount of movement under her tank as she approaches me. I get a great view of the latter as she straddles me. She immediately pulls my shirt up over my head then rubs her hands all over me. I surf and paddle so my shoulders and back were always my best muscle groups. She enjoyed running her hands over them – amping herself up. We’re back at it with kissing. Now, I enjoy kissing immensely. At her frantic pace, this whole thing would be a blur. I wanted to savor this because I knew it’s a one-time thing for her. Plus, I don’t do drama. So, I wanted to make this count.

I grabbed her arms and paused for some oxygen. Once we calm down, I scolded her for the presentation of her tits on the counter at work which got her to laugh and relax a bit. I started to take control and told her she needed to present them again in their natural form. She made a show of it (etched in my brain forever). My hands planted securely above her hips. She peels her tank off and reaches for my wrists to place my hands on her very full breasts. I was gentle at first until I wasn’t.

I pull her into me and back to tasting her mouth. She begins to relax. Pressing her against my chest felt amazing. She melted into me as we took our time exploring. It got sensual and her breathing became labored. I have a sensitive neck and it took a lot of willpower to accept her licks especially. I focused on her ear, neck and shoulders. There was pouting as I was teasing her too long. Jess lifts off my lap onto her knees which elevates her chest into my face. I get the hint.

I taste her tits. Suck, nibble, and nuzzle. Her nipples were sensitive based on her reactions. She sunk back down to grind herself into me as I teased, flicked and pulled each nipple. Bloody hell, her body was made for fucking.

My hand pushed into her panties to grip her ass as she pressed her clit into me. I reached farther to feel her soaked panties and slit. It took no time for her first orgasm with my hand. I needed to taste her but she slid off me and peeled my shorts off. Again, no subtlety nor teasing with her. Not now. Jess seems pleased and lowers her mouth onto my cock. She’s accomplished but can’t get as deep as she wants. She switches tactics with lots of tongue and stroking.

After wrapping up, we fucked on her couch and dining table. I’m into missionary or variants of my partner on her back. Yet, any position that gave me a view of her ass compressing against my hips changed that notion. I gave it to her hard as she laid face first on her table and I could stand behind her. Watching her grip my cock….she was loving the stretch. She slammed back into me. She wanted it deep.

Btw, She.was.loud. I’d had my fair share and more of partners my age that were just not confident enough to be that vocal. Even Tam was fairly subdued except for her moans. Jess was another level but not fake. Just responsive.

I drag her back to the couch and position her on her back. Mount her and start long stroke, deep dicking. She pulls me on top as she tilts her hips to allow full access. It was intense. I remember her reaching for the armrest to brace herself and push into me. This wasn’t going to last much longer. She lets go with a burst. It was a velvet vice grip that clamped down on me whilst buried deep. I didn’t stand a chance.

I remember us completely entwined and just talking. I laughed when she thanked me. My chortle cut her off before she explained that she appreciated my thoughtfulness at the desk. While shopping, she felt like an idiot for coming on strong more out of spite to her bf. That I treated her with respect and played it cool. She was used to being pursued and I let her do her thing which ultimately sealed the deal. She also expressed concern about my job. Yeah, I had the same thought. But, I’m resourceful and can either talk my way back in or find a new gig. This chat revealed a more relaxed side to the boisterous flash I pegged her for initially. Oh, I called bullshit on her swallowing loads. We started laughing which evolved into a tickle fight and chase that ended with a second round of less strenuous sex in her bed. I got my chance to taste every inch of her body. Second round caught me off guard as I expected this to be one and done to get her ex out of her system (see a pattern? I overanalyze…).

Later, we snacked and replenished fluids before she took me back to work. I didn’t press her for her number. Honestly, I figured this was it so why make it awkward.

Here’s where things turn unexpectedly. We pull up next to my car. I give her a kiss and thank her for the fun time. When I exit which is a pain in the ass for my 6’2 frame, she’s also out of the car and meeting me at the trunk. I was a bit confused, but she asks why I hadn’t asked her to meet again or for her number. For a split-second, I wondered if this was about her ego. So, I matter-of-factly shared that I figured this was a fun, one-time deal and I was the needed a distraction from whatshisface.

She got quiet. Upon later reflection, I sincerely wondered if I built this self-narrative as a way to protect myself. I hooked up with very attractive girls my age but she was a woman in a different league than I’m accustomed to (or so I thought).

Background on me: I look for angles. Always. This makes me a little jaded as I assume others do too. So, my guard was up for drama (see entrance into store).

We slipped into an odd GF/BF hug that I was not expecting at all. I played along and was quite curious where this would go. She got both arms wrapped around my neck and meekly asks if we could get to know each other. I’m gobsmacked without indicating as much. Yes, I’m a rebound. In fact, she is too. Nothing more. So, what’s the harm.

Answers to questions:

A. We went out again. Made me dinner. Fooled around but no sex that night. We just simply enjoyed each other’s company. She was pleasantly engaging and delightful. Not at all what I expected (my guard slowly dropping). Yes, we got carnal every time we hung out after this first “date”.

2. ExBF was jettisoned. No issues there.

iii. She lost her mind when I told her I was 20 and a sophomore in college. (I’m at a CSR job while attending school – helllloo). I came into this thing with her with zero expectations so I was an open book. Why the fuck not. If it blew up, wipe the dust off and keep living. Except….there was no explosion. I keep misreading her.

IV. We kept it casual. I met her friends and joined her at dinner parties. I held my own and she had a humorous (to me) sense of pride in that fact. The attached guys to her friends were skeptical at first but not dicks. We got to be friends and played ball or surfed. They lived vicariously through me a little (pretty funny) as I was still at Uni. Rebound/Boy toy to her girl friends? Absolutely but I didn’t care. We kept it light and fun.

e. We weren’t exclusive. Very much a DADT. We’d go out 1-3 times a month depending until she moved back East over a year later. Boy-toy status faded it seemed with her friends when I survived 6 months of hanging out.

6. We visited that beach and my Aunt for Christmas week. It was our last hurrah before her move in January. Slight fallout with my mom for missing holidays “who’s this woman you’re traveling around with” ? I know Auntie kept her updated. Traitor.

vii. After Jess left LA, I still played ball with the boys and went back with one of the guys to his place afterwards to hang with him and his gf, Jess’ BFF. I learned our “goodbye holiday” had kicked off a huge discussion amongst the girls about us. The result: a campaign by her girlfriends to get Jess to a place to talk commitment with me. (Wait, what?!?).

It seems I was good for her in their eyes. But, she had ambition (which was yet another unexpected aspect of Jess that we bonded over) and I was a year from graduating with emerging plans to continue for an MBA. Jess was practical about our relationship and made that decision for us. Yet, I would’ve liked to have been consulted. On our next catch-up call, I brought it up which shocked her (I’m rather direct and my knowledge of “the” campaign blindsided her). I flew out to see her for a long weekend a month later. Feelings were shared. Sex was insane but we dreaded another goodbye. I knew deep down that at 21, I wasn’t ready for love and commitment over long distance. Her decision was absolutely the correct one to make. Bad timing. We both knew it.

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