It can be difficult to decipher intent from a text message. Was she just being flirty? Or, did she really want me to come over. For that matter, i had no idea where she actually was.
Last I had heard, she was still working for some tech startup in Portland. Why would she be back home? It wasn’t the holidays. It was middle of the frigid winter, a terrible time to return.
Honestly, though, who gives a shit? I shouldn’t waste time overthinking. The clock was ticking, it was time to put on the full-court press.
“I’ll be there on one condition…” I sent. This text bought me a couple minutes to think of something sufficiently sexy.
“I dont think ur in a position to make demands lol.” She was right. I flubbed it trying to be cool.
“Fair enough. Where you at? I didn’t know you were in town”
“The Westin. Room 3302. Ill be waitinggggg”
A picture accompanied the message. A mirror shot.
She was deep on her knees, sitting her plump cheeks upon delicate feet. Yoga had paid off for her. She looked like she could stay in that position, happy as a clam, for hours.
She wore a plain white t-shirt, pulling it down to cover that space between her legs. Barely. And the extra coverage came at a cost.
The V neck plunged towards the ground, giving me a peak at the modest, but ever-so-cute, b cups behind the thin fabric. If you squinted hard, the dark pigment of two perky nipples could be seen. She had a small mole on the center of her chest, just beside her right breast. She wore always it like a brand. I remember seeing that little guy back in high school when we would run into each other at summer pool parties. I’m glad it’s still there.
It was clear she wasn’t wearing panties. Two skin creases winked where her matchstick legs became her hips. Her fair complexion shining under an overhead light. She was sitting in her hotel room, that much was clear.
I scanned the photo, marveling at her strawberry hair and freckles. She had a friendly face, soft features except for those massive blue eyes staring into the camera.
Ok, I thought, let’s just go for it. Worst case, I get to catch up with an old friend. Best case, redemption.
I have no idea how I got to her hotel. That part of my brain was on autopilot. Just driving the familiar streets of my city while my brain fantasized about what was waiting for me. I could feel my cock pressing and rubbing against my underwear, the soft cotton a welcomed sensation on the head.
Room 3302. It was at the end of a long carpeted hallway. If you’ve ever been to a hotel, you know what the hallway looked like. They’re all about the same. With each step towards my destination, blood pumped, my cock was beginning *really* fill. By the time I reached her door, I had to tuck my shaft up into my waistband.
I took a deep breath. Knocked 3 times. Muffled voices from the television ceased. A second or two of silence. Then, a baseline and some treble. She turned on music. Some lowkey, EDM type of stuff.
I heard delicate footsteps approaching from the other side of the barrier. I wonder what she’s wearing. I wonder if she was bluffing. I hope to god she’s as serious about this as I am. I snapped out of my nervous thoughts when I heard someone fiddle with the latch to the door. I felt like I used to on game day, the moments right before kickoff. Once the ball was in the air and the game had started, I was a different person.
The door swung open. The first thing I noticed was a full length mirror along the narrow corridor leading to the room. That’s where the photo was taken. There’s something undeniably hot about seeing that spot. It dawns on me what is about to happen. I feel my cock prime with precum. With it still in my waistband I can feel my low abdomen moisten.
A second later, I was caught in her seductive gaze. Brilliant blue eyes, porcelain skin pocked with delicate freckles, and a wide smile bordered by naturally puckered lips. Her hair rested in a messy bun atop her head. A white terrycloth robe draped her body, compliments of The Westin. Her feet preciously wiggling as she invited me in.
No words, then the door slammed behind me, plunging me out of my stupor.
“Wow. It’s so good to see you!” I said as we walked towards the bed.
“I’ve missed you so much!” My hands were now grasped tightly by hers. She wrapped me in an embrace, guided my hands to her hips. She turned her head so her ear rested upon my beating heart. Then, she looked up at me.
“Feels like someone also missed me,” and slipped a giggle. My cock was really testing the integrity of my Calvins. I grabbed a handful of fabric. I was slipping out of my own control, succumbing to *something* else. I wasn’t sure what it was.
I cocked my head sideways, smiled and said “I can’t wait to fuck you.” Our eyes locked. She giggled, and replied, “Then don’t, stud.” Goddamn, I thought, she gives Sandy from Grease a real run for her money. *Tell me about it, stud*
Fuck. Me.
I yanked the robe, defeating a loose knot, causing it to split down the middle. She was exposed. She took a step backwards. The robe fell to her feet and my vision was consumed by an angelic figure beckoning me to join her on the bed.
We enjoyed several minutes of tangled lips and tongues, laying next to each other on the bed. My clothes had been removed. A strikingly hard cock was leaking precum and twitching with anticipation. I pulled out of our kiss, locked eyes. The first 2 fingers of my left hand entered her mouth. She gently chomped on them, smiled, laughed, and wiggled her tongue along my fingertips. I pushed them deeper. Now, her tongue extended from her lips. She was taking it deeper. I felt her suppress a light gag and then she grabbed my hand, pulled it from her mouth, and guided it down her pristine body. I could feel the presence of something familiar under my fingers. A dense pea-like band resting at the peak of her pussy. I slid my fingers down her slit, they effortlessly glided atop the leaking girl cum. I could smell that deliciously sweet, somewhat indescribable aroma of a young woman’s pussy. Enjoyed it tickling my olfactory nerves.
She whimpered as I rested my fingers upon her clit. Slipping firmly over the pleasure inducing tissue. I could hear her whimper. Her brow furrowed and she blew a puff of breath as her pleasure mounted.
Feminine cries of “Oh fuck!” and “harder baby” guided my pace. There’s nothing sexier than a woman enjoying her own body. I could feel moisture building beneath my fingers. I dove deep and drove them inside her. When they emerged, a thick pearly fluid coated them. Without hesitation, she directed her eyes to my freshly glazed fingers and begged, “I need to taste them.” Desperation was written on her face.
Damn, I was realizing how much fun we could have had if we had done this sooner. She’s pushing all the right buttons. I started to feel worried that I would explode in a short while. I talked myself out of the it, reminding myself of just who-the-fuck was laying naked beside me. She’s everything, the whole world right now.
She licked the girl cum off my fingers with the joy of someone’s first ice cream cone of summer. Her eyes lit up.
“Fuck I need you in my mouth.”
I plunged my face between her legs, they peeled open and rested wide. Fucking yoga, that shit works. Her labia opened for me, a pearl of cum had collected between her holes. I jumped down and gave it a taste, enjoyed the pleasant flavor, and guided my tongue to her clit.
Cum for me. Cum in my fucking mouth, I thought, but should have said.
Instead, my tongue, and her whimpers, did the talking. She shouted my name as I tickled her clit, two fingers pumping her tight hole, sliding deep with her cum’s assistance.
A free hand grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head. She was pushing me downwards. Kinda hard, too. She’s eager for me to do something.
“Am I about to eat some booty?” I perched up and asked with a laugh.
She returned with a head nod and a smile.
“It’s the least I could do,” I said as I shot her a cheesy wink to accompany my grin.
My tongue danced upon her asshole, already delicious from the waterfall of juice dripping from above. She laughed, grabbed my hair with both hands and breathed deeply. I could feel her hole winking under my tongue. Her legs were wide open, nearly behind her head.
A few minutes of joy pass before she pulls me by the hair away from her asshole. I’m suspended in her grasp. She says “I need your fucking cum. Do whatever you need to me.”
I couldn’t speak. I just grabbed my cock, thrust it inside her sopping pussy, and rested my hands on her shoulders. She was so petite. I could feel how fragile she was. I held her down without any resistance.
“God damn I had no idea” I said.
“No idea what?” Her voice bounced with each forceful thrust of cock.
“How big a slut you are” I replied, sweat accumulating on my brow, beginning to stream.
“Oh yeah. I’m your slut. I’ve wanted to be your slut for so long!”
I was really pounding it now. I’m sure everyone in her hallway could hear the slapping of skin and smacking of cum and spit being shared. I rested my fingers on her clit, sending her jolts of pleasure as we found a rhythm together. It felt natural, right. It was romantic, and dirty, and validating, and just so *easy*. Maybe this would start something good.
I wanted her to cum, so that became my mission. I flipped her to her knees and pushed her so she rested face down, ass up. Her wet little asshole to the sky, a soaked pussy stretched. A small gape commanded my eyes. She look back.
So. Fucking. Hot.
My cock was layered with her cum, it was sticky, but not sufficiently lubed, so I streamed some saliva from my mouth to my shaft and gave it a tug.
Fuck. I won’t last long like this.
I entered her again. Plunged a finger into her asshole. She used a free hand to play with her clit. She rode back against me. I was deep, bumping to the base of my cock. She was all but screaming.
“I’m fucking cumming baby don’t stop a thing” she shouted quickly. I felt her legs twitching. She gyrated her hips and whimpered loudly. Her breath was punctuation for her cries of pleasure.
She was cumming, which meant I could let it go now. I hit her pussy hard, thrusted my finger deeper into her asshole as she came. I felt my own cum pumping from my balls to load my shaft. And, a few seconds later I was ready to blow.
I somehow managed to shout, “I’m gonna fucking cum!”
Thank god I did. She pulled forward, sliding my cock out of her pussy. She was racing a clock, here. The train was leaving, my eyes were rolling.
I felt her hand against my cock, and then the warm embrace of a tongue and lips on its head. My cock pushed deeper as a hand caressed my ballsack gently.
Heaven. This is literally fucking heaven.
I unleashed a load. Cum pumped into her mouth as she held down giggles. Some spilled down her lips to her chin, but otherwise she was taking it like a good girl. My cum had coated her mouth completely. I pulled out, collapsed on the bed. She laughed and shot me a gaze. She made sure I was watching as she opened her mouth, revealing the pool of cream, and swallowed.
She fell down and took a deep, thorough breath.
“About fucking time.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tuv5bm/pt_3_mf_i_ruined_my_shot_in_high_school_but_it
Great way to make up for lost time. I only wish you didn’t have to pull out