There was a story posted here recently that involved a standing 69, I’m the FWB in the story and I thought I’d offer my version of events of what happened that fateful night.
First of all, we danced a fair bit of the night away iirc haha and (as was often the case) that’s where the flirtations began between us. It started with a brush of a hand here and a nudge there, tale as old as time amiright? As the night progressed and the nudges turned more to gropings, there was suddenly a gentle bite on the lobe of my ear as one of his hands became firmly tangled in my waist length red hair and the other came round my waist, “let’s go” with a tongue flick on the L and there was no question what was next. We were out stumbling onto the sidewalk outside and down the street as fast as gathering our things and a quick goodbye to certain fellow revelers politely allowed.
The walk to his apartment wasn’t usually long but we kept becoming side tracked as we walked as we just simply could not keep our hands off each other. We took every chance we could to kiss and fondle and grope with the occasional pause when things became to be almost too much and we’d start fucking there on the main street against a white picket fence no less. He would stick his hand down the back of my pants as we walked so quickly I honestly felt his fingers in my pussy before I realized his hands were even down my pants. Which was surprising considering how tight my Levi’s Jeans were, this was a magician’s work I swear. Like, someone who could pull the tablecloth and all the place settings and everything stay on the table type sneaky work. I really don’t know how he managed it but he did and it was always a pleasant surprise when it did happen. I, of course, always did what I could to reciprocate the teasing. I could feel him straining the front of his jeans and I’m pretty sure at one point I undid his button and fly and was fondling him best I could while helping hold his pants up. Haha Needless to say, when we finally reached his place we were: Ready. To. Fuck.
It didn’t take long for us to be completely naked, we were well practiced at this with each other at that point and could probably undress each other just as quickly blindfolded. We were so wrapped up in what we were doing, stroking and rubbing, kissing and biting; I mean hands and mouths were everywhere in what felt like all at once. I don’t know how, again, but it somehow felt like this man had four hands on me at times. It was crazy. I needed a little bit of a breather or I was about to be on sensory overload so I bent over to give him head. I love sucking cock and I’m fairly good at it so it’s really fun for me. I love the reactions he has when I run my tongue up and down his shaft and around the tip, especially at that little ‘v’ at the tip; that’s my favorite. I had a lot of fun working him in my mouth, going up and down his full length, I’d move my tongue around him as well as I was going up and down.
I have no idea why I didn’t go down to my knees for this blow job, but instead of doing that I kind of turned my head while he was balls deep in my mouth so that I was bent in half sideways. This must have been some sort of cue because his left arm is suddenly hooked in the bend of my right knee and he starts lifting me, I don’t know what possessed me to do this but instead of letting go of his cock and straightening up to wrap my left leg around him, I brought it up to my other leg (kind of like I was clicking my heels lol again, I don’t know how, this whole thing was just ridiculous from start to finish) and with that momentum going, he’s now wrapped his arms around my waist and my legs are wrapped around his head with my thighs resting on his shoulders, I’ve somehow managed to keep his cock inside my mouth and his tongue is now deeper than deep in me. I came immediately.
I think that whole thing had the same effect because out of nowhere I feel ropes of cum hit the back of my throat and fill my mouth and he’s groaning ever so loudly. After he finished, I think his legs started to give out as he kind of flung us both onto the couch where we sat for a minute processing what the fuck that just was.
He must have really appreciated it because before I had finished catching my breath his tongue was back on my clit and that magical, those quick working fingers of his were once again, in my pussy. He was relentless. Ruthless even. I honestly don’t know how I could stand it but g-damn, he kept at me pressing his tongue on my clit and taking it and flicking it and making circles again and again around it. All the while his fingers are moving in and out of my soaking pussy. He knows just where my g-spot is and spent time massaging it. My eyes started to roll back into my head, I’m pretty sure I almost lost consciousness. It was fucking amazing. I think he was saying thank you. (;
We cleaned ourselves up after that and laid down for a while. Other shenanigans happened that night and many other nights but that, my pervy friends, is a tale for another time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rhbva4/fm_a_standing_69_the_womans_side
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