Recap: An old friend, I’ll call her Becca, and I spent the summer sexting and teasing each other. We finally get to meet up a few months later and, after a night of flirting, drinking, and dancing, we fucked with raw passion for 10 minutes until we both have knee-shaking orgasms (see part 1 for the details). Covered in my jizz, she looks up at me and says “now I want you to fuck me again”.
Now, I can’t always continue sex right after finishing. It’s a fun party trick when I can pull it off, but it’s nothing to rely on. This night, however, I was going to have no problems picking back up again. Still hard as a rock, I give her my hand to help her up off the floor. She slips out of her dress, and I finally take off the rest of my suit. We’re both finally naked together together for the first time in years, and we each took a second to look one another up and down.
Becca’s firm C cups were still splattered with a very large, very thick load of my cum, with the rest of it on face and abs. She had maybe trimmed her bush a little, but pulled off the “natural” look in style. Spectacular curves that I couldn’t wait to get close to again. I was in good shape too, after a summer of hiking and strength training…hopefully in as good shape as she remembered me being from college.
She took a few steps back to admire me, leaning against the desk in the corner. I took a few steps forward, boosted her up by her legs so she was now sitting on the edge, and slid my dick inside her once more. We were both still wet from moments earlier, so I slid in without any resistance. There was an audible “slap” as I reached the hilt, and Becca moaned “that’s deep…”
We looked each other intensely in the eyes and I worked my full length in and out of her, slowly building up speed again. I remember a lot of dirty talking during this point, her saying “that’s so fucking hot that you can keep fucking me after that”. “god, that was so much cum”. I told her “I got myself off so many times this summer thinking about this”, to which she replied, “yea, me too”. Lots more sexy words were exchanged, many of which I’m sure wouldn’t make much sense now, and I’m kinda glad I don’t remember everything.
After a few minutes of intense fucking, the need to clean up becomes pressing. My cum has started to drip down her body, getting over me, the desk, and soon to be the rest of the room. I say “Let me grab a towel”. She gives me a look and says “not yet”. Becca lays back flat on the desk, closes her eyes, and traces her fingers over her body, neck, and tits. I grab hold of her hips and pick up pace, watching her cum covered boobs bounce up and down in rhythm. Becca arches her back, slides her fingers over her wet nipples, and lets out a loud moan as she cums again.
“Now you can grab a towel”, she says, wiping my cum on my chest.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mr6lrq/mf_an_old_friend_texted_me_because_she_couldnt