It’s an hour drive to you, but I don’t mind. We started talking because you felt brave enough to message me and honestly, I never even imagine we would get to meet. Weeks of messaging and lusting after eachother has finally come to this, an hour drive to your house at 7 o’clock at night. It’s the huge dick that piqued my interest at first, then after talking , figured out we actually can have a decent conversation that’s not just about sex.
Thirty minutes until I reach your house and you’re sending me pictures of your already hard cock. I try and stay focused on the road, as I don’t know the area, but it’s so difficult. I spent the last few days picking out and outfit, not getting too excited in case you decide to bail. I smell like my favorite perfume, completely shaved, and looking pretty. The pictures, like usual, have me soaking wet before I even reach out. 10 minutes out, you’re messaging me asking me how far away am I. I let you know and tell you I can’t wait to hang out and meet you.
I never do this, I’m married! But things have been really fucked up the last 4 years, and all I want is to have a man want me again and make me cum. I know there’s a chance I could be murdered, kidnapped or worse- you could just reject me.
I pull up to your house and message that I think I’m here. You come out and I stand there in front of you, like a prize you’ve just won. You’re own little fuck toy for the evening. Luckily for me, you’re handsome. “Thank goodness!” , I think to myself. We’ve already agreed on fucking before dinner, so you take my hand and we go inside. You’re a perfect gentleman, asking questions about my drive, offering water and the restroom, when all I can think about is how amazing your dick looks in those grey sweats. You remembered how much I love that look. You tell me how relieved you are I look like my pictures and you love my voice, yours is making me melt.
I use the restroom, come out and you immediately start kissing me. “OMG he’s amazing at this”, I think to myself. Although, I haven’t been kissed in about 4 years, married life, but I know this is good. We kiss and you ask me if I want to go to the bedroom. “Of course”, I say. We go to your bedroom and I lay on the bed. You hover over me, kissing my mouth, then my neck. I can feel my pussy needing you. I start moaning as you kiss my neck, making sure not to leave marks, even though I kind of want you to. I lift my hips and you take my shorts off, showing my thong. My shirt and bra come off next. You marvel at how big my boobs are, squeezing them, licking my nipples, and sucking on them. Your mouth feels amazing on me, I moan louder. Then your mouth goes down to my soaking wet pussy. Your fingers with your mouth feel soo good, but all I can think about is how that huge dick is going to fit in my tiny pussy. You move from my pussy to my mouth, kissing me , and whisper to me “Tell me what you want”. My breathe escapes me, as I look into your gorgeous eyes and tell you “I want you to fuck me”.
I spend the night with you, and overall you make me cum six times. You let me suck that amazing dick of yours over and over, I can tell you love the way it feels in my mouth. Deepthroating you and sucking your balls, making you moan. In between sessions, laying on your chest and talking about life, watching movies you’ve never seen before, and taking a nap in your arms. At 4am , we go to sleep, naked in your bed. I leave to drive the hour back to my house, wanting to stay longer with you, but I know I need to get back home.
The after messages are awkward from me, because I don’t know how to do that. 13 years is a long time to go without knowing how to follow up after a night like that. I know you’re still hurting from someone else, and I’m not exactly baggage free, but that’s OK, because after a night like that, I’ll be forever thinking of that. Thanks, Mr.Tripod.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/n1ab9q/never_have_i_ever
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