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 for the most part, and so I complied with pretty much 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. However, the pandemic tested my limits at times. I’m also not someone who necessarily needs to have sex often super often. I can go on a sex spree for a couple of months, and then spend the next two with no activity without batting an eye (usually doesn’t happen, but it’s because I want to, rather than needing it).
The period from January to mid-march was different, however. I was deprived of both sexual activity and most social interactions. During the first lockdown (in 2020) I was living with a friend, which made things easier, but she moved out closer to her family early in 2021, which made this lockdown period rough. I was nearly climbing up the walls, and struggling against my better judgment because I knew that I might be inviting trouble, or opening the pandora box. Along with all of that, work got really stressful. I didn’t have many outlets apart from exercising.
It was in that state that I called one of my booty calls. He was not in the city. I was desperate.
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 darted towards the door and opened it. He confirmed my name and as he fetched my order I took a moment to examine him. Taller than me, chubby with a bit of a gut, probably a few years younger than me (though I’m fairly baby-faced). 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 buy it. I dropped the robe.
“Wow, you actually are being serious!”
…as if I hadn’t been convincing him of exactly that for the past minutes.
He was still on the back foot, and I felt he maybe was a bit self-conscious about not being in the best hygiene possible, halfway through a day of work. And I was just standing there pretty much naked already. So, to help him relax, and to ease us into sex, I asked if he wanted to shower with me first. I didn’t have to ask him twice.
We moved to my bathroom, we both got naked in a rather as if it was the most natural thing in the world, 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, grinding against me and pretty much making me crawl up the wall in anticipation. We only stopped before anything happened because my condoms were in my bedroom, where we were supposed to go after showering. So after agreeing to that, we quickly finished showering. 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 fucked my own brains out. I ground on him as if my life depended on it, picking up the pace relentlessly. 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 flopped 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 drowsily nodded. 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 final time.
5-star review: Impeccable delivery. But I forgot the ice cream.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ps0xkw/lockdown_led_to_fun_with_the_uber_eats_guy_m
You are really insatiable! I love that 😉