“What are you doing?”
I hastily stood up and covered myself, Chase was still in front of me, his camera on his hands. He was just standing there watching me fix my nightdress and secure the knot on my robe.
“You look gorgeous, Sara,” was his only reply.
I looked at him quizzically, trying to understand what he was saying. How could he take a picture without my permission? I don’t even have a photo of my in a two-piece bikini, much more almost naked on a billiard’s table.
“You should delete that now,” I said. “That is not cool.”
He wasn’t listening. Instead, he walked towards the bar and placed his camera on a small black bag near the tray. He took his glass and just watched me from a distance.
What was I thinking? Alarm bells were ringing in my ears. This is the first time I did this with a stranger and well, surprise, I must have ended up with a weirdo. Well, a weirdo who definitely knew what he was doing. But, how unlucky can I be?
“Look, Chase,” I said. “You should have asked for my permission. Yes, I will not deny that I did enjoy what happened. But still, you shouldn’t have taken my picture.”
“Yes, that is my intention.”
“What?” What was he talking about?
“For you to enjoy it.”
I blushed furiously. He was not making sense which ridiculously made it hotter for me. I must have lost a knob on something in my head.
“Do you need anything?” I asked. I was a bit desperate. “I mean I could give you something in exchange for that.”
He was about to drink when he heard it and I saw him pause midway. He placed the glass down and looked at me.
“What are you offering?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
There was silence.
“I’ll think about it.”
Exasperated, I decided to give up. I need space and time to think about what happened. I wouldn’t be able to do it in front of him because until now I was still feeling that giddy sensation in my pussy.
“I’m going home now. And don’t offer to take me home it will be awkward for me.”
I started to walk towards the door but he was quick and the next thing I knew he was already beside it, blocking my way.
“Let me give you a lift,” he said. “We live in the same building.”
I couldn’t really read his mind. Where was that nice guy who asked to use the phone this morning? Instead, I find myself facing this stranger who looked at me in a way I haven’t seen before. Was it lust? Amusement?
I tried to look away and my eyes ended staring down at his pants. Sure enough, his hard cock was molded against his pants, and from what I could see he was definitely bigger than Paul. Much more bigger. Would I be able to hold it firmly with one hand when I put it in my mouth? Or do I have to use two? Will it be possible to go balls deep?
I felt my face warming up and I looked up at him and see that he was definitely amused. I would have offered “that” service for him, but I was somewhat annoyed that he kept on confusing me so I decided to shut my mouth.
“Fine,” I said.
We both went out of the bar in the end. He carried the box of beers for me and we went back to the building in silence. Even the elevator ride was quiet. I wasn’t expecting him to say anything in particular, but he could at least make it seem like not just a silly fling.
Oh. My. God. What was I thinking?
I am shameless. Why would I expect something from him? Why would I think he would desire me that way? I am a married, 30-year-old woman, with limited sex knowledge. Based on what he did, he was way more sophisticated in sexual encounters that me.
A silent, sad realization dawned on me. I was just too taken by what he did. I never had that kind of experience before, and we didn’t actually had sex! I must have looked like a stupid, unknowing female in front of him. He was just not interested that way.
The elevator door opened and we both stepped out. The whole floor was just for our two units, so unless Paul walks out the door or someone walks out of Chase’s unit, then we were completely alone. I turned around to get the box of beer he was holding, however, he was quick and in the next second he was already in front of my door waiting for me to open it.
To avoid any more discussions, I just opened the door and went in. I went directly to the kitchen expecting him to follow me, which he did. He placed the box on the counter and I just looked at him waiting for him to leave, since he wasn’t much of a conversationalist tonight. However, he just stayed there as well and looked at me.
Exasperated, I just decided to remove the bottles from the box and place it in the fridge. I opened out two-door fridge and started to put the bottles in the chiller. Chase decided to help so he carried the box while I place the bottles inside. I was about to close the door when I noticed something on the bottom of the fridge. I knelt down to check it. It was ketchup.
“Hey,” I said absentmindedly. “Can you please give me a clean tower by the counter?”
I heard him took it and he was holding it out for me. Still kneeling down, I turned to get it only to be greeted by his bulge. A gasp escape from my mouth and I was sure he heard it. It was a bit dark in the bar before, so I was only able to see a general view of his hard shaft. But now, that I was already facing it, with enough light in the kitchen, I was sure it was indeed really big. I could see the clear contour of it against his tight jeans, even imaging what his cock head must have looked like.
Fuck. I want to taste it. I want to taste his cum.
I gulped and started to look away, but his hands suddenly swooped down to touch my forehead and he forced me look at him.
“Would really just let it go?” he asked huskily. His demeanor has completely changed. He was cool and indifferent earlier, but now he was breathing hard, and I could see something different in his eyes.
Shaking a bit, curiosity got the best of me. I placed my hand against his hard cock and pressed it. It was fucking hard, I would have thought it was a tube or something inside. Chase was just watching me as I move my hand up and down his pants, feeling his dick. I was starting to feel wet.
He then dropped the towel he was holding and then unzipped his pants. I put my hands inside his briefs and carefully pulled out his cock.
The view and the smell of fresh skin invaded my senses. His cock was more than I imagined, the tip of it ridiculously pink and large. I held it with one hand and moved my head closer to it, smelling and breathing on it. I could feel him shiver and even his shaft was even getting bigger I was afraid it will just explode.
Maybe I just need to really do it. Just once. Maybe that will make me remove him out of my mind.
I decided to try.
I opened my mouth and took his cock in. It was gloriously big so I had a hard time covering it with my lips. At the start I was only able to cover half of it. My mouth still testing his size, my tongue though already in frenzy with the taste of his skin and the liquid coming out of the tip.
Don’t get me wrong. I love guys who smell good, with soap or perfume or whatever they use. But for sex, I prefer to smell the natural skin. I get turned on knowing it was all bare and mine to take in. Hell, even sex sweat can turn me on. I must be crazy.
Chase decided to help me. He put his hands on my head and guided me with every movement I make to take his cock in. He was gentle, not forcing or anything. He must be savoring each moment I suck and lick.
I took it out of my mouth and started to rub it with my hands. It was throbbing.
The next second, instead of taking it again, I raised it a bit to expose his balls underneath. He was almost hairless underneath. But it didn’t matter. I opened my mouth and took his balls in. The sacs, tender and soft, was warm against my mouth. I could feel how delicate it was, so I just slowly played it. I was sucking a bit and then licking it all with my tongue. I was secreting so much saliva.
Then I went back to his cock. I take it in like a lollipop, just focusing on sucking the tip. I looked up and saw his eyes boring into mine. I playfully bit it a bit, which took him by surprise because I felt his hands tightening their hold on my hair. It was nothing painful I know, but my teeth must have excited him because he let out a loud moan.
Paul might wake up any moment.
I closed my eyes and went full throttle. I plunged his cock deeper, forcing myself not to gag just to go balls deep. I adjusted my angle so that it would go directly down my throat. He seemed to get my signal because with he also started to thrust himself faster. He held my head closer, and he started to fuck my mouth. I could feel his liquid starting to drip inside. I licked it clean and started to suck it again.
He was about to cum.
He held my head tightly, and I moved faster… in, out, in out… come on, I thought, give it to me.
And in the next instant, he exploded. It was a surprise for me I felt his seed explode inside, but I didn’t stop sucking him. I was like a hungry baby on a mother’s tit. He was cumming so hard, I could gulp it all some were spilling out of my mouth. He continued to move my head to caress his cock.
When he was done, he released me and watched me wipe some of the cum on my face. I was a bit shy suddenly so I looked away just as he was wiping his shaft with the towel I was supposed to use for my ketchup. His cock was still hard. I could feel my pussy protesting because it seemed like it wanted to taste it too.
He was just done zipping his pants and I was about to stand when we heard footsteps towards the kitchen.
I froze.
“Hey,” I heard Paul’s voice said. It was serious and a bit cautious. “Who are you?”Three
“What are you doing?”
I hastily stood up and covered myself, Chase was still in front of me, his camera on his hands. He was just standing there watching me fix my nightdress and secure the knot on my robe.
“You look gorgeous, Sara,” was his only reply.
I looked at him quizzically, trying to understand what he was saying. How could he take a picture without my permission? I don’t even have a photo of my in a two-piece bikini, much more almost naked on a billiard’s table.
“You should delete that now,” I said. “That is not cool.”
He wasn’t listening. Instead, he walked towards the bar and placed his camera on a small black bag near the tray. He took his glass and just watched me from a distance.
What was I thinking? Alarm bells were ringing in my ears. This is the first time I did this with a stranger and well, surprise, I must have ended up with a weirdo. Well, a weirdo who definitely knew what he was doing. But, how unlucky can I be?
“Look, Chase,” I said. “You should have asked for my permission. Yes, I will not deny that I did enjoy what happened. But still, you shouldn’t have taken my picture.”
“Yes, that is my intention.”
“What?” What was he talking about?
“For you to enjoy it.”
I blushed furiously. He was not making sense which ridiculously made it hotter for me. I must have lost a knob on something in my head.
“Do you need anything?” I asked. I was a bit desperate. “I mean I could give you something in exchange for that.”
He was about to drink when he heard it and I saw him pause midway. He placed the glass down and looked at me.
“What are you offering?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
There was silence.
“I’ll think about it.”
Exasperated, I decided to give up. I need space and time to think about what happened. I wouldn’t be able to do it in front of him because until now I was still feeling that giddy sensation in my pussy.
“I’m going home now. And don’t offer to take me home it will be awkward for me.”
I started to walk towards the door but he was quick and the next thing I knew he was already beside it, blocking my way.
“Let me give you a lift,” he said. “We live in the same building.”
I couldn’t really read his mind. Where was that nice guy who asked to use the phone this morning? Instead, I find myself facing this stranger who looked at me in a way I haven’t seen before. Was it lust? Amusement?
I tried to look away and my eyes ended staring down at his pants. Sure enough, his hard cock was molded against his pants, and from what I could see he was definitely bigger than Paul. Much more bigger. Would I be able to hold it firmly with one hand when I put it in my mouth? Or do I have to use two? Will it be possible to go balls deep?
I felt my face warming up and I looked up at him and see that he was definitely amused. I would have offered “that” service for him, but I was somewhat annoyed that he kept on confusing me so I decided to shut my mouth.
“Fine,” I said.
We both went out of the bar in the end. He carried the box of beers for me and we went back to the building in silence. Even the elevator ride was quiet. I wasn’t expecting him to say anything in particular, but he could at least make it seem like not just a silly fling.
Oh. My. God. What was I thinking?
I am shameless. Why would I expect something from him? Why would I think he would desire me that way? I am a married, 30-year-old woman, with limited sex knowledge. Based on what he did, he was way more sophisticated in sexual encounters that me.
A silent, sad realization dawned on me. I was just too taken by what he did. I never had that kind of experience before, and we didn’t actually had sex! I must have looked like a stupid, unknowing female in front of him. He was just not interested that way.
The elevator door opened and we both stepped out. The whole floor was just for our two units, so unless Paul walks out the door or someone walks out of Chase’s unit, then we were completely alone. I turned around to get the box of beer he was holding, however, he was quick and in the next second he was already in front of my door waiting for me to open it.
To avoid any more discussions, I just opened the door and went in. I went directly to the kitchen expecting him to follow me, which he did. He placed the box on the counter and I just looked at him waiting for him to leave, since he wasn’t much of a conversationalist tonight. However, he just stayed there as well and looked at me.
Exasperated, I just decided to remove the bottles from the box and place it in the fridge. I opened out two-door fridge and started to put the bottles in the chiller. Chase decided to help so he carried the box while I place the bottles inside. I was about to close the door when I noticed something on the bottom of the fridge. I knelt down to check it. It was ketchup.
“Hey,” I said absentmindedly. “Can you please give me a clean tower by the counter?”
I heard him took it and he was holding it out for me. Still kneeling down, I turned to get it only to be greeted by his bulge. A gasp escape from my mouth and I was sure he heard it. It was a bit dark in the bar before, so I was only able to see a general view of his hard shaft. But now, that I was already facing it, with enough light in the kitchen, I was sure it was indeed really big. I could see the clear contour of it against his tight jeans, even imaging what his cock head must have looked like.
Fuck. I want to taste it. I want to taste his cum.
I gulped and started to look away, but his hands suddenly swooped down to touch my forehead and he forced me look at him.
“Would really just let it go?” he asked huskily. His demeanor has completely changed. He was cool and indifferent earlier, but now he was breathing hard, and I could see something different in his eyes.
Shaking a bit, curiosity got the best of me. I placed my hand against his hard cock and pressed it. It was fucking hard, I would have thought it was a tube or something inside. Chase was just watching me as I move my hand up and down his pants, feeling his dick. I was starting to feel wet.
He then dropped the towel he was holding and then unzipped his pants. I put my hands inside his briefs and carefully pulled out his cock.
The view and the smell of fresh skin invaded my senses. His cock was more than I imagined, the tip of it ridiculously pink and large. I held it with one hand and moved my head closer to it, smelling and breathing on it. I could feel him shiver and even his shaft was even getting bigger I was afraid it will just explode.
Maybe I just need to really do it. Just once. Maybe that will make me remove him out of my mind.
I decided to try.
I opened my mouth and took his cock in. It was gloriously big so I had a hard time covering it with my lips. At the start I was only able to cover half of it. My mouth still testing his size, my tongue though already in frenzy with the taste of his skin and the liquid coming out of the tip.
Don’t get me wrong. I love guys who smell good, with soap or perfume or whatever they use. But for sex, I prefer to smell the natural skin. I get turned on knowing it was all bare and mine to take in. Hell, even sex sweat can turn me on. I must be crazy.
Chase decided to help me. He put his hands on my head and guided me with every movement I make to take his cock in. He was gentle, not forcing or anything. He must be savoring each moment I suck and lick.
I took it out of my mouth and started to rub it with my hands. It was throbbing.
The next second, instead of taking it again, I raised it a bit to expose his balls underneath. He was almost hairless underneath. But it didn’t matter. I opened my mouth and took his balls in. The sacs, tender and soft, was warm against my mouth. I could feel how delicate it was, so I just slowly played it. I was sucking a bit and then licking it all with my tongue. I was secreting so much saliva.
Then I went back to his cock. I take it in like a lollipop, just focusing on sucking the tip. I looked up and saw his eyes boring into mine. I playfully bit it a bit, which took him by surprise because I felt his hands tightening their hold on my hair. It was nothing painful I know, but my teeth must have excited him because he let out a loud moan.
Paul might wake up any moment.
I closed my eyes and went full throttle. I plunged his cock deeper, forcing myself not to gag just to go balls deep. I adjusted my angle so that it would go directly down my throat. He seemed to get my signal because with he also started to thrust himself faster. He held my head closer, and he started to fuck my mouth. I could feel his liquid starting to drip inside. I licked it clean and started to suck it again.
He was about to cum.
He held my head tightly, and I moved faster… in, out, in out… come on, I thought, give it to me.
And in the next instant, he exploded. It was a surprise for me I felt his seed explode inside, but I didn’t stop sucking him. I was like a hungry baby on a mother’s tit. He was cumming so hard, I could gulp it all some were spilling out of my mouth. He continued to move my head to caress his cock.
When he was done, he released me and watched me wipe some of the cum on my face. I was a bit shy suddenly so I looked away just as he was wiping his shaft with the towel I was supposed to use for my ketchup. His cock was still hard. I could feel my pussy protesting because it seemed like it wanted to taste it too.
He was just done zipping his pants and I was about to stand when we heard footsteps towards the kitchen.
I froze.
“Hey,” I heard Paul’s voice said. It was serious and a bit cautious. “Who are you?”
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