My continuing adventures…this one is about Ciara. I met Ciara at a bar in San Jose. I had been there with some buddies and had shared a drink (I was driving) and a lot of laughs. As I had a long day at the office and was still up for some work that night, I switched to something less strong and went up to the bar for a refill. As I leaned onto the bar, the very buxom lady beside me turned quickly and I felt the unmistakable feeling of boobs pressed into my back.
She immediately apologized and I assured her none was necessary and that it had been the best feeling I’d had all night. She laughed and introduced herself as Ciara. She was a tall, shapely woman with shoulder length dark brown hair, long legs that ended in heels and was wearing a white flowered dress. I guessed she was 5-10 years older than me and probably was mixed race. Her brown almond eyes were stunning. Her plentiful breasts tested the strength of the fabric to some degree. We chatted for a couple of minutes and I bought her a refill on her margarita. She was considerate and sophisticated, and noted the fun I was having with my friends. She mentioned that she had been stood up this evening and that if I wanted to chat with her, she’d wait for me. I thought it was wrapping up with my friends and that, yes, I would like to get to know her better.
Sure enough, I got back to my table just as my friends were getting up to go. I bid them a goodnight and invited Ciara, who had continued to watch me, over to the table against the wall. I rose as she approached and she thanked me for being a gentleman (I am BIG on manners) and she sat on the wall couch beside me. During the course of the conversation, I asked her what brought her out tonight and I guess she felt comfortable enough by then to tell me that she enjoyed younger men, that they keep her fit, and that she had met someone on Tinder who “clearly got a better offer”. Having seen her and mentioning that the feeling of her breasts pressed against my back, I couldn’t imagine a better offer. She laughed and noted that feeling is much better from the front, and she leaned in and kissed me deeply. As she leaned in and kissed me, I cupped her breast through the fabric. It was soft, natural and her nipple was already stiff as an eraser.
After a bit more flirty conversation, she asked me where I lived and I told her my house was about 20 minutes up the road. Without further hesitation she said, “Let’s go!”. So we walked to my car hand-in-hand. I drove a full size Jaguar, which she liked very much. As we went to the passenger side so I could open her door, she leaned against the car, pulled me in and we again kissed very deeply, our tongues dancing around each other furiously. As she sat down in the Jag, she leaned back, reached up and pulled down her thong, saying “I won’t be needing this now”, as she eyed the massive bulge in my suit pants.
Fortunately the Jag does 0-60 in 3.8 seconds and I tested the speed to get home so I could get to her more fully. Meanwhile, my right hand found its way from her knee to her thigh to her soft and warm flesh around her closely cropped pussy. I was fingering her madly by the time we made it to the highway and I got a sense of just how loud she was going to be later. Wow, was she ever vocal. I was rubbing her clit with all abandon and she reached a climax with an incredible decibel level. She started to return the favor by pulling out my throbbing 8” cock, and I’m sure she would have gone down on it had we not just then reached my house. I didn’t even bother putting him away when we got out of the car. We parked in my driveway, entered the house and she stepped down to the family room where my leather couch sat beckoning. Without hesitation she pulled up her skirt, laid down over the padded arm and looked back at me. I dropped trou and slammed into her soaking wet pussy and went to town. She came again, hard, and squirted on my cock, balls, suit, floor, basically everything. She continued her vocal encouragement, calls to deities and assorted primal grunts and screams. When I suggest she was loud, she was fucking LOUD. It was fantastic and I blew my first massive load all over her and her beautiful dress. I reinserted and was barely able to stay in her from how wet and juicy she was, and we came down from this mutual climax.
We cleaned up, I poured us some wine and we sat together with her in my dress shirt and nothing else. As Mr. Happy started to twitch again, she sucked him to full attention and we retired to my room to fuck in every conceivable position for the next 90 minutes. She was amazing and I finally blew another massive load – this time into her ass that had welcomed me so warmly. We were sweaty, in a state of bliss and completely spent. After a time, she got up to use my shower and I joined her, ensuring to wash all the necessary places. She was going to call an Uber to take her back to her car, and I would have none of it. I threw on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and offered to drive her back. She thanked me and agreed that would be best, given I had cum all over her dress already. I saved it and told I would have it cleaned for her and would return it the next time we were together.
I gave her another t-shirt and she slipped on my boxers and her heels and she was a sight! I drove her back to her car and we made plans to get together again. When we got to the now abandoned parking lot we kissed goodbye and she leaned over, pulled my sweats down and said she never got to give him a proper greeting. So, there we sat while she gave me an incredible, deep blowjob in the parking lot until I released my seed down her throat. That was easily the best blowjob I had yet received and is so memorable that I get hard again just thinking about it.
Ciara and I did get back together again and had successively and increasingly memorable times together. I’ve since moved away from the area, but call her whenever I go back.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m78bpd/my_continuing_adventures_with_gorgeous_women_mf