I met Toni about 8 years ago on the sadly-defunct Craigslist personals. We were that perfect match of enjoying each other’s company, making each other laugh, and perpetually horny. Her husband was one step short of a rapist, treating her like property, and while she plotted her escape, she took solace in my company, and I let her take charge, controlling our interactions, an experience she never had with him.
Myself, it was a fantastic time, we flirted and joked regularly, I teased her, the long, drawn-out foreplay, and when she was ready (and available), she’d call and we’d get together for lunch and some fooling around.
Because of her unpleasant experiences with her husband, she wasn’t that interested in intercourse. Instead, she wanted oral, a lot of oral. She would often come over to my house, or visit me at my office, when nobody was around, and after a few few minutes of talking, she would start to get handsy, running her fingers over my chest or my thighs, getting me more and more worked up. Not that she really had to work that hard, whenever she asked if I was free to meet, I’d start to get excited, and was often ready to go by the time she arrived.
Each time we would meet, she would have a plan in mind, and be dressed for it. For example, if she was coming to my house, she would often wear a skirt or dress, and would push me down on my back, on the couch or the floor, straddle me, and grind her panties against my mouth until she was ready, and the either pull them aside, or all the way off, and have me finish her. She would usually reach behind herself as I ate her out, grabbing the bulge in my pants, keep me going.
Other times, she just wanted cock. Those times, she would be dressed in tight jeans and a matching tight sweater or t-shirt, and innocently run her fingers over me until she knew I was aching. Then she’d coyly ask if it would be ok if she unzipped me and touched my hard-on. As if I would say no, right? If we were in private, she would usually fondle me for a few minutes, then pull my pants and underwear down to my knees, lean over and suck me, loving the feel of my cock in her mouth, until I was about ready to blow, and then pull off at the last minute, and squeal as she watched me cum all over myself. Then she would tuck me back into my underwear, and let me get dressed. She loved watching me cum, and didn’t mind if I ended up accidentally shooting on her. A couple of times she purposefully took her shirt off so I could cum on her tits.
If we went out to lunch, she would usually tease me before we left, and then tell me she was hungry, and flirt with me during the meal, so that I was primed. Back in the car, she’d either stroke me as I drove, until I came, or we’d go to someplace with a bit of privacy, and then blow me, similar to at home, pulling off just before I came. She was adamant that I was to never cum in her mouth, and so I would always be sure to signal so that I didn’t surprise her.
Years passed and she finally got rid of her husband, then met a guy and before you know it, they were engaged, then married. Once I realized that she had feelings for this guy, I backed off, I wasn’t going to interfere in her happiness, and in turn she realized, unspoken, what I was doing. We still chatted on and off, met for lunch a couple of times, but now we were 100% platonic, not even any light flirting. I respectfully kept my distance.
Last fall we were exchanging messages about her one year honeymoon anniversary vacation, and she said she’d like to get together for lunch sometime. Not thinking anything of it, I said sure. I picked her up at work, a new job since she got married, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was still not shy about dressing to kill. A tight, short skirt, and a very nicely snug knit sweater, with a v-neck that had a shoelace-like tie strung back and forth, purportedly for modesty, but actually allowed the v-neck to go down further and expose more than if there was no tie. She looked GOOD, and when I picked her up, I sighed and smiled, saying her husband was a very lucky guy. But that’s all the flirting I did.
We grabbed sandwiches at a local shop that we’d been to before, and were going to eat there, when she asked if we could carry out, there was somebody there she didn’t want to talk to, a friend of her husband’s, she didn’t want to explain who I was if we were noticed. So we ordered separately, and then left separately as well. We quickly left the parking lot and drove to a local park that overlooked a nearby stream. There was an out-of-the-way shelter we parked by, and then walked down to the picnic table by the water and ate. It was all very comfortable, friendly, and completely platonic.
I couldn’t help but notice her skirt hiking up, though, and snuck a few peeks when (I thought) she wasn’t looking. And similarly, trying to look down her v-neck when she wouldn’t notice. But she did, and gently touched my thigh, saying, “I see you still have a wandering eye!” “Just because you’re married doesn’t mean you’re not still very appealing!” I lamely explained. “Well nothing you haven’t seen before, it’s ok!”
We paused for a moment, and then she added, “although you haven’t seen these panties, they’re new!” and she spread her knees open a bit, forcing her skirt to hike up just enough to give me a view of a bright pink triangle. “Got these on vacation, even John hasn’t seen them yet.” She giggled. “I know you like looking up my skirt, go ahead and look.” “Yes, definitely look good on you!” I sad. “So they’re working for you?” she asked, running her hand up my thigh like she used to in her pre-divorce days. “Oh like you have to ask!” I laughed, both comfortable but a little nervous. I didn’t want to do anything to lead her on. On the other hand – well, if she wanted to flirt a bit, I wasn’t going to turn her down either.
“Matching bra, too!” she added, and leaned over, tugged the bottom of the V down so that I could see. “You’ve always filled out your bras so well. You look AMAZING!” I sighed contentedly.
She continued rubbing my thigh, her hand getting dangerously close to my crotch. “I really miss touching you,” she said forlornly. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband, he’s wonderful in so many ways. But I really miss your penis. Particularly when it gets nice and hard.” With that, she looked up at me, and tentatively let her fingers move up to where she was used to finding my bulge.
“Oh, there it is!” she purred. “Is this OK?” she asked, as she began to rub it. I looked at her, her panties in full view, her tits bursting out of her bra, and her eyes, begging me to say yes. “If you’re alright with it, I won’t say no. I would never say no to you!”
She obviously knew my answer, she continued rubbing more, stroking me through my jeans, very happy in the moment. “I just love feeling you in my hand, you’re so hard. I love that I can still turn you on!” I just leaned back against the picnic table, enjoying the moment. “That feels SO good, you really have the touch!”
She kept stroking me, and whispered, “I want to make you cum. Would that be ok?” in the same coy manner she used to use. “Oh, I would love it! But are you sure?” She didn’t answer, but instead, looked around, and then unzipped me. “You’re wearing the boxers I gave!” I nodded, “of course, I love them! Reminds me of you.”
“You still think of me like that?” “Oh absolutely! We had some amazing times! Just because you’re married doesn’t mean I can’t still fantasize about them.”
She grabbed the ridge, still in my underwear, and pumped me, looking for that wet spot to grow. “I love watching you come! It looks like you’re getting close!”
“I know, you really have me worked up. I AM getting close!”
“I want to see it, ok?” Without waiting, she pulled the waistband down, and tucked it under my balls, letting my erection spring free. She played with my cock for a minute, cooing and purring.
I felt myself getting closer, and told her. A glint appeared in her eye. “I have a surprise for you. Can I suck you?” “Ummm, are you sure? I mean, yes! Please!” She leaned over, and swallowed me all the way in one fluid motion. My head lolled back as I felt her tongue roll over the head. “I’m getting close! I’m so close!” She pulled off, as she always did, and looked up at me. “Here’s your surprise!” She leaned back down and took me in her mouth again, and pumped harder, faster, making noises as I stiffened.
“But I’m coming! I’m going to come!” I tried to warn her so I didn’t cum in her mouth, but she wouldn’t pull off. I started to groan, that certain way that she loved hearing, she would know I was going to start spurting any moment, but she continued bobbing up and down with my cock fully in her mouth. She started purring again, “Mmmmmmm…” and then quickly pulled off for a second, just long enough to say, “Yes! Come! Come in my mouth!!!!” and then wrapped her mouth around me again.
I couldn’t stave off any longer, I let myself go, my legs straightened, my cock stiffened, and I felt that gathering in my balls. “Well, if she wants me to, then I’ll go along with her wishes.” I thought to myself.
I started to spurt in her mouth, and I heard her squeal. She grabbed my balls with her hand, as if to milk them, while still sucking hard on my cock. “Mmmmmmm” I heard her, as she made slurping sounds with bits of cum dripping out. I kept spurting, with parallel thoughts of horror that I was breaking the one unbreakable room of not cumming in her mouth together with the excitement that she was not just letting, but wanting me to fill her mouth. What changed her mind? What brought this on? But I didn’t care, it appeared that she was enjoying my orgasm just as much as I was.
Finally I was done ejaculating, but she kept pumping, trying to milk those that few drops out, tugging on my balls, then squeezing my shaft like getting that last bit of toothpaste out of the tube.
She finally pulled off, sat back up, and looked at me with a wide smile. Then she opened her mouth and showed me a pool of white on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth, and with a wicked, wicked smile, made a very obvious show of swallowing.
When she was done, she licked her lips. Before I could say a word, she explained. “I have been wanting to do that for a while. John showed me how to take it in my mouth, and I kinda like it now. But ever since, I’ve felt bad that I never let you. I wanted to give you the experience one time, and I wanted to feel it myself, I wanted to taste you once.”
I was still exhausted from an unexpected orgasm, and an extraordinarily powerful one at that. I sat there, feeling my cock shrink, feeling her fingertips dance over my balls. I felt a couple more drops leak as I shrunk, and she leaned over and licked them off, making a show of licking her lips while looking at me.
“That was amazing!” I finally blurted out. “I know!” she replied, laughing at a shared memory. “I was super nervous, but that was so hot!” She looked around, suddenly conscious of our location, and helped me pull my boxers back up. “I don’t think I can do this again, but I wanted to do it once. For old time’s sake, I guess. I hope it was ok?”
“I think this was perfect!” I paused for a second as I zipped up my pants, and then added, “This was a wonderful experience, just a one time thing. We can keep going out to lunch, like we used to after you met John.”
“Thank you for letting me. I wasn’t sure if you would. I know you want to be respectful, but I really wanted to feel you cum in my mouth. So many blow jobs and I never felt that. It was awesome!” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“I should get back to work. Thanks for lunch!!!”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u9tzyu/for_the_first_time_in_8_years_she_wanted_me_to_mf
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