***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***
“Let’s meet.”
I saw those words pop up in the chat window of a certain social media platform and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. We had been chatting on and off for a few days, me admiring her naked pictures and her appreciating my winding narratives describing how I would pleasure her if we ever met. I also sent a picture or two of my own so she could see what she was working with.
I didn’t know her name yet, but I had practically memorized every detail of what she looked like. She was a petite blonde with hair down to the middle of her back, lightly tanned skin, gentle almond-shaped eyes, and a smile I was drawn to even in her nudes. Like the rest of her, her legs were slim but toned. She had two small tattoos, one on her left hip and the other on her right ankle. In front of it all proudly protruded a pair of full, natural breasts.
She lived with her cousin in a small town about three hours away from me. We set a time and date when we would both be free and she would have the house to herself. The days crept slowly by, my anticipation increasing with every hour that passed.
Finally, the morning came and I groomed myself from head to toe one last time. I also rubbed one out so I wouldn’t go into this rendezvous on a hair-trigger. Plus, I had three hours to recuperate.
The drive was excruciatingly long and it took all my self-control to keep the car at a tolerable speed. But, finally, I pulled in front of the small single-family home her address had led me to. Checking myself in the rear-view mirror one more time, I walked to the front door and knocked.
It was probably only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity passed before the door finally opened. And there she was.
She looked like she was ready for a day at the spa. Her hair was pulled up in a bun and she wore a pink robe, which stopped a few inches above her knees, and fuzzy pink slippers. Her robe was closed, secured at her waist by a long belt.
She was even more gorgeous in person. Everything was more defined, including, I noticed immediately, the tone of her legs.
“Hey,” she said as if we were old friends. “Come on in.”
“Thanks,” I responded, following her inside and shutting the door behind us.
“I’m…mmmf!” before I could utter another word she threw her arms around my neck and locked her lips onto mine. After a few seconds, she broke contact and smirked deviously up at me.
“How about we wait to do all that later?”
A huge, goofy grin spread across my face, and before she had time to change her mind I lowered my lips back to hers. They were soft and I could taste the sweet lip balm she used to keep them moist. Her tongue teased my lips as my hands rested on her hips. Was it too soon to grab her ass?
Before I could find out she pulled away from me and walked away down the hall to the back of the house. As she did she untied the belt holding her robe closed and let it fall off her shoulders. Underneath she wore only a red thong that let her asscheeks jiggle freely as she walked. Without looking back at me, she called, “Are you coming?”
Metaphorically picking my jaw up off of the floor, I followed her into her bedroom. As I closed the door she kicked off her slippers and sprawled out face up on the bed. Her room was a mess, but I didn’t care. It made me feel more at home.
Following her lead, I stripped down to my boxer briefs, more quickly than gracefully. Then I crawled up onto the bed next to her, laying on my left side to face her and rest on my left elbow.
“So,” she said softly, “What were all those things you said you were going to do to me?”
I smirked, then I lowered my lips to hers, gently holding the side of her face with my hand. As our tongues crept into each other’s wet mouths I let my hand drift down her neck, tracing a line between her breasts, down her sternum and stomach. My finger followed the hem of her waistband to her hip and finally found their home under her thick left asscheek, finally getting the squeeze I had been longing for.
I kissed my way down the way my fingers had gone, sternum to her flat tummy. When my lips reached her waistband I rose to my knees and hooked my fingers underneath. She raised her hips and I pulled her underwear down to her thighs. Then she lifted her legs and I pulled them off the rest of the way, tossing them to the floor.
She was going to put her legs back down, but instead, I held them in midair and, still on my knees, slid between them. Bending her knees, I rested her right foot on my shoulder. Bringing the other one to my mouth, I gently kissed the sole down to the heel, then back up to her toes. I repeated this process with the other one, focusing especially on the small tattoo on her right ankle.
Now resting both feet on my shoulders, I ran my fingers along the soft, smooth skin of her shapely calves and juicy thighs. I lowered myself to my hands, sliding along her legs until her knees hooked over my shoulders. I kissed and licked my way down her inner thighs, stopping to nibble and suck every so often, which left a trail of little red marks leading down to her sex.
By the time I reached her freshly shaved pussy I could see a slight glistening sheen of wetness near her opening. Her labia flowered out from between her outer lips, and I ran my tongue lightly between them to the crest, flicking her clit at the end. I repeated this several times, each time eliciting a soft “mmmm” from her. Then, as she planted her feet on either side of my head, I lowered myself into a prone position to get to work.
I gently pulled her lips apart with my fingers and her clit stood out prominently. I circled it with my tongue and flicked it, every so often running my tongue back up through her moistening lips. “Oh yeah, right there,” she encouraged. When I sucked her button between my lips and rapidly flicked my tongue over it, her thighs tightened around my head, muffling the sound of her moaning.
Maintaining this, I slowly slid one, then two, fingers into her pussy and massaged her pleasure center from the inside. “Uhhhhh!” I was now able to hear her groan, despite her thighs smashed against my ears. Her hips bucked around my fingers. Just as I was certain she was about to cum, she released the grip of her legs around my head and grabbed me by my head. Jerking my face up to meet her gaze she asked, almost frantically, “Do you have a condom?”
I jumped up and rushed over to retrieve it from my pants, somehow managing to get my boxers off as well. I ripped the package open and rolled the condom onto the strongest erection I could remember having in a long time. I rushed back to the bed, where she sat on her knees, massaging her clit as she impatiently waited for me.
“Sit against the headboard,” she ordered. I obeyed and, sitting upright with my legs out in front of me, I leaned back into the headboard with my lower back cushioned by a pile of pillows. She scooted up and straddled my hips facing me, her knees sliding back on either side of my hips. She took my shaft in her hand, lined it up with her wet opening, and slowly sank onto me.
There was slight resistance at first, but she increased the pressure, and the head of my cock popped in smoothly. “Oooooh!” she cooed, slowly taking me in bit by bit until her asscheeks smashed against my thighs.
Pausing there, she smiled through half-closed eyes, grabbed my face with both hands, and sloppily latched her lips onto mine. My hands kneaded the meat of her ass, and she slowly started to grind her hips.
As she gradually sped up she let go of my face and grabbed onto the headboard, eyes shut, mouth hanging open. At that moment, she was the image of pure lust and desire. I released her ass and squeezed her tits, using my fingers to tweak her nipples. I took each in my mouth in turn, but I couldn’t suck or nibble on them long before her gyrating bounced them from between my lips.
“Oh fuck,” she breathed. “Oh fuck…FUCK!” Then I felt her pussy tense around my cock as her mouth hung open, waves of orgasm preventing her from making any sound except a tiny squeak.
And not a moment too soon. With a final thrust, I grabbed her ass and pulled her down tight to me. I came, not like it was the second time that day, but like it was the first in a month. The quiver of her legs as she rode out her orgasm extended mine as well. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her tight against me, and she hugged me back tightly.
As we sat there, the last spasms of her pussy tending and relaxing around my cock, she leaned back and asked breathlessly, “What now?”
I responded, just as winded she, “I could use a shower…”
She grinned and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “Ok, but pace yourself,” she warned. “It’s going to be a long day.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/s00a13/lets_meet_mf_blonde_cum_cunnilingus_pussy_licking