The pandemic sex drought caught up to me [F] and I fucked the Uber Eats guy [M]

Hello everyone! Portuguese girl, 25. If you can’t be bothered to read the context and want to move right to the action, skip ahead past the line break!

Earlier this year the social restrictions due to the pandemic were being tightened again and again as our country seemed to relentlessly ramp up on the number of active cases. That was bad. We had to stay home, for the most part. No hanging out with friends. Walking outside only to satisfy the purest needs (sex not included), and obviously, masks!

I consider myself a law-abiding citizen, and so I complied with every restriction the government brought. I’m usually not someone who gets bored or grumpy with the lack of socialization, though I love spending time with friends. I’m also not someone who necessarily *needs* to have sex often. I can go on a sex spree for a couple of months, and then spend the next five with no activity without batting an eye (usually doesn’t happen, but it’s because I want to, rather than needing it).

During earlier periods of the pandemic with similar restrictions, I lived with a housemate which for the most part, kept me sane. This time around, she wasn’t around, having moved back to her parent’s house for the whole duration of the restrictions, leaving me alone.

Along with all of that, work got really stressful. I didn’t have many outlets apart from exercising. During a venting session (on the phone!) with a friend of mine (who lives with her boyfriend), she told me she unleashed all her frustrations on sex with her boyfriend, and that their sex life had never been better, and they were constantly searching for release on each other’s bodies. That planted a seed in my brain, that grew through the next two and a half months until I was not only worryingly horny and sex-deprived, but also convinced, against my better judgment, that sex would help me find *some* mental release.

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It was in that state that I called one of my booty calls. He was not in the city. I was desperate. I had been spending too much time on r/dirtypenpals too.

I decided to do something I had fantasized about but hadn’t mustered the will to actually do.

I opened the UberEats app and ordered a Sundae (Mcdonald’s ice cream – I don’t even like them that much, but I needed at least an excuse to save face in case things didn’t work). I was happy to see it would be a man delivering my order.

I instantly got into a mix of numbness, giddiness, and thrill. I started second-guessing myself but pushed the doubts away. I had ten minutes. I quickly got undressed and put on a pair of dark panties and a thick robe over my body, closed tight. If I liked what I saw, I could let the robe fall open, if not, it wouldn’t be that weird of an outfit for hanging at home during the winter.

When the guy rang on my door I almost jumped. I made a victory pose and then darted towards the door, and opened it. He confirmed my name and as he fetched my order I gave him a look. Taller than me, chubby with a bit of a gut, probably a few years younger than me. His face hinted that he was handsome but the mask hid it for the most part. Looked groomed. Clean nails too.

He noticed me staring, and as he handed me my order, I found that I didn’t have the guts to simply drop the robe like that.

“Do you want to come in?” my voice was a bit unsteady, with adrenaline and fear at the same time. I was more afraid of covid than of rejection, but I was also feeling too numb to actually bother with the risk.

“What do you mean?”

I ended up confessing “I was thinking about dropping the robe, but I guess I’d want to know if you’re actually into it first.”

It took some convincing at first. He was rightfully skeptical. He stepped inside but kept his mask, and I kept mine. He asked if it was a prank, if I was sure about it, if there was anyone else coming, if I had a camera somewhere. Finally, he seemed to believe me. I dropped the robe.

“Wow, you actually are being serious” it was as if I hadn’t been convincing him for the past minutes.

He had been working, and was still on the back foot, and I was already pretty much naked. So I opted to offer him a compromise and asked if he wanted to shower with me first. That put him a bit at ease. It seemed he was a bit self-conscious about not being in the best hygiene possible (after working a whole day).

We moved to my bathroom, we both got naked in a rather detached way and jumped into the shower. We introduced each other again as if we didn’t know our names from the app, and I took my time to observe him, and he did the same. It quickly went from small talk to silent observation, to hands exploring each others’ bodies. I loved how big his hands felt on me, and that mine felt tiny on his larger figure. If he was self-conscious about his weight, he never showed it. And his cock stood in attention from the moment he stepped into the shower.

Before we knew it he was behind me and pressing me against the wall, with his cock sliding between my buttocks, both covered in soap. The only reason we stopped was that my condoms were all in my bedroom, where we were supposed to go after showering. It didn’t take long. We dried up and went to my room.

I was too much in a hurry to do anything besides feeling him inside me. Usually obsessed by giving head, this time I skipped it completely, aside from what was needed to help the condom slide over him more easily. The next moment I was sitting on him, lowering my weight onto him. As soon as I could comfortably have him inside me, I literally fucked my own brains out. I ground on him as if my life depended on it, picking up the pace at each second. The way his pubes were brushing on my clit was feeling just too good to handle. I came once, letting out just the first ounce of repressed sexual frustration. I ground on him again, like an animal. I only gathered my senses back whenever he asked me to slow down or he would cum.

Eventually, I came again. My legs turned to jelly and I let him lead for the first time. He laid me on my back, raised my legs to his shoulders, and had a go at me. He went all out. The new angle was amazing, and I may or may not have left a happy mark on his shoulder with my nails. Eventually, he came too. It was primal sex. I used him, then he used me. Then he thrashed next to me in bed and surprisingly, pulled me into a cuddle.

We stayed put for a long while. Eventually, I felt him stir behind me, against my buttocks. He still had his condom on, dangling. I asked him if he wanted me to clean him up. He agreed. And so I did. This time I gave him head, he ate me out, and we went for a second round, a much more “giving” one from both parts. He spent the night over, and in the morning we went at it for the third time.

5-star review: Impeccable delivery. But I forgot the ice cream.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oegsca/the_pandemic_sex_drought_caught_up_to_me_f_and_i