I come from a pretty conservative background. Though, I’ve always tried to see people as people and hold back judgement despite a lot of my relatives differing views. I’m happily married with no plans on changing that. I did have my ring on going out. It had been a rough week and I decided to let off some stress at a club. Dancing. By myself. There’s a certain freedom in it. This cute petite red head gravitated towards me. We started dancing. It was a fun evening. We bought our own drinks. We barely touched beyond some playful dips and twirls, truthfully. We did chat and get to know each other.
At last call Anna asked if I would walk her out to her car. It’s a pretty rough neighborhood and I was glad she let me escort her out. When we got to her car I gave her a hug and said thanks for a fun evening. We exchanged numbers saying we should do this again. She hops on her hood and slipped the top of her dress. I was left staring at these beautiful perky B cup tits. Her nipples just a little hard.
“You can feel them.” She smiled.
“You know I’m married, right?”
“Mhm. I’ve felt your ring all night. It’s just an innocent squeeze.”
I barely lifted my hands and she grabbed them, guiding my hands to her breasts. They were delightful. I loved feeling her soft milky white skin, her hard nipples against my palms.
Her hands squeezing my hands as I pressed and savored them. She just looked up, watched me, my face. There was nothing innocent about her smile framed by that curly red hair.
Her hands fell to my growing bulge desperate to get out. She rubbed it, once, twice with both hands. Then she hopped off the hood, my hands still massaging her. I stepped back. She covered herself, opened her door and got in.
“Uh, good night.”
“Bye!”
She drove away. I walked back to my car bewildered, with my heart racing. She didn’t text me. I didn’t text her. weeks went by. I had definitely thought of her once or twice in the shower, but mostly I had put it past me. My wife had a trip out of town for the weekend and I was enjoying a night of games and bourbon. I get this group text from her at like 11 that night with almost 30 other numbers in it. “My fiance just kicked me out. My car is packed full of stuff and I can’t really sleep in my car. Is there anyone who I could crash with for the night? A couch, the floor, anything is fine.”
Shit. and my wife is out of town. Technically I COULD help.
I sit there. Staring at my phone. At my empty glass. Pour another. Dancing with her is one thing. Feeling her tits, another. But inviting her into my house… Still, what are the chances my wife is out of town and now I hear from her.
I text her. “Hey, sounds like a terrible night. You don’t need to sleep in your car. Ask some other people. If no one else can help you tonight you can crash at my place. I’ll set up an air mattress. My wife is out of town, but she’s coming back sometime tomorrow morning. You gotta leave early, like really early though. ”
That’s good right? I’m just trying to be a good human. She’s gotta have closer friends that will help besides the married guy she met once for a few hours at a club. I get a text about 11:30. “No one else can help. Can I get your address?”
Shiiiiiit. I text her my address. Twenty minutes later, almost midnight, she pulls in front of my house. The alcohol helped calm my nerves a bit. I walk out at midnight, hoping my neighbors are asleep, trying to act like it’s totally normal to have a woman pull up to my house at midnight…with a car FULL of garbage bags and stuff.
Anna gets out, walks over to me in this comfy tank top and pajama pants. I just wanna get her inside before someone wakes up. What am I doing? Just trying to be a good human. Nothing wrong here. She had a terrible night, cool your shit man. Help her. Also really glad I’m a few pours in.
I quickly opened the door and let her in hoping no neighbors were up to see this. Anna gives me a big hug. “Thank you.”
“Sure. How are you doing?”
“I’m better now. Having a place to stay helps thank you.”
Yay! I start to feel a little better.
She wraps her arms around me. The kind of hug that just made me say this is right, even though my stomach was in a knot. “Hey would you mind carrying my bags inside. I don’t wanna leave them in the car to get stolen.”
“All of them?”
“Well, all of them in the front seat, and on the passenger seat in the back. I’m paranoid. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll put them in the basement. hang on.”
I proceed to shuttle this stuff for the next 5 minutes as fast as I can. Leaving her door open. Leaving mine open. trying to make as little noise as possible. She just watches.
I got them all in, and feel fairly certain i rolled well on my stealth check. So I’m setting the last bag down, kinda out of breath with how heavy some of these were and how fast I was going lol. As I’m knelt down, she walks over to me and pushes me on my back laughing. “Thanks.”
Before I could get back up she had sat down on me.
I tried to dissuade her. Really. Lol. “Oh, ha, ha. You don’t have to do this. I just wanted to help.”
Her hand went to my chest, “Just relax.”
I wasn’t hard, and I was wearing jeans. But I could feel her working magic on me. Her other hand found my balls through my jeans and teased them. That was it.
“Mmm.” She smiled and moaned as she felt me hardening through our clothes. She repositioned herself to better feel me. Made no effort to remove layers.
“Mmmmmm.” she grinded faster. My jeans kinda hurt but I could feel myself nestled between her she was pressing so hard through her thin pajamas.
“Yes. Mm.” She grinded faster. It hurt more. But she moved my hands up, again to her perfect breasts. i didn’t hesitate to squeeze them this time.
“Yesss. Good. Harder.” God she was grinding on me, and I was thrusting up now. I couldn’t help it. Ugh it hurt against my stiff jeans, but I didn’t care.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She held my hands on her breasts.
I squeezed her breasts hard.
FINALLY, god, she frantically reached down and freed my cock. Next were hers and I saw this beautiful tight pink pussy in a garden of red-haired, kinda groomed bush.
As she lowered herself and grabbed my cock I swear I almost came. The softness of her hand vs the pain from my jeans omg, and in the next moment my thick tip was penetrating her. “Ooooooooooh.” It was my turn to moan.
I cannot describe how insanely hot she was in this moment. As I disappeared inside her she let out this surprised groan of pleasure which drove me wild. She was so wet. I wanted to pull her onto me all the way, hard. I was barely halfway in. My hands moved to her hips but she grabbed them with this devilish “uh uh” and put them back on her breasts. Then she took a breath, and we both gasped as she slowly impaled herself on me. Omg I could not stop thrusting up a little. Her surprised “oh!” The way she straightened and threw her head back with a moan of pleasure was pure carnal bliss.
I couldn’t help but make small thrusts up. She took them but was trying to get used to me. I did my best to wait but god the way her tight pussy began contracting around my cock took every ounce of restraint I had not to destroy her.
Up she rose, trying to catch her breath. Then her eyes opened and she looked at me. Looked at me with this intensity of desire as she lowered herself down again. “You…need..this. As much as..me. Aaah”
I pulled my hands from her breasts and thrust up hard my reply.
She let out something between a laugh and a groan of delight.
“More.” She pressed herself down against my thrust, managing to grind a bit. Again and again she rose and fell. I was lost in the pleasure as I watched my cock disappear inside her dripping wet pussy. Faster. Faster. She bounced and I thrust hard, deep. We didn’t care about rhythm. We didn’t need it. We needed to cum, and every powerful thrust brought us both closer. Her pussy massaging and demanding every inch of me now. My balls were dripping with her lust, and probably my precum.
It felt like forever but I’m pretty sure it was like maybe a minute lol before I could feel my cock THROBBING against her vice like pussy. The way she had been moaning and grinding, fast, shaking, I’m pretty sure she had already cum a few times.
“Oooohhh I’m gonna cum. Godddd. Shit! I don’t have a condom on. Are you…??”
She was quivering, grinding, my full balls pressed against her as she shook her head no and put a shaky finger on my lips.
Godddddd the panic and pleasure I experienced as I couldn’t help but release. That first life changing spurt of seed erupted inside her. Then another. And another. Cumming almost hurt. Almost. “Mmmmmmm. Omg.” She was sooooo tight.
“Yesss.” She pressed into my eruption.
Rope after rope of my lust flooded her.
“That’s it. Ooooh. That’s it” she steadied herself with her hands on my ass pulling herself down. I could feel her pussy contracting and milking every drop.
The post nut clarity of what had just happened was rushing fast too, but the way she leaned forward to lay on top of me eased that. My cock still inside, still cumming with small throbs.
She teased me, twirking, squeezing my cock inside her. Her eyes were locked with mine though and I couldn’t be freaked out seeing her delighted glowing face framed with that curly red hair.
I smiled at her. I can’t quite remember but I said something like “this is bad isn’t it.”
She kissed me on the lips and stood up. She watched, we both watched, my cum flowing out of her. Now pooling on me, my balls, my floor…
“Yep!” She laughed. Giving me this playful, uh oh, oh well type of look. “I’m gonna take a bath. Don’t join me.”
“Oh, Uh, ok. It’s upstairs by my bedroom.”
Wtf?? The guilt and arousal made me crazy as I watched this woman I barely know walk away dripping my cum over my carpet. …That I now had to clean.
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