It’s hard to say why I keep coming back to her. Why she keeps coming back to me. In both a literal and a figurative sense, really.
It’s not something that happens intentionally, but lingers near the surface, sometimes bubbling up, sometimes sinking deeper and getting lost along the push and pull currents of everyday life.
I met her only once. Looking back, it was a moment of vulnerability. Busy, overworked, feeling like I’d lost a life I had, but hadn’t quite built a new one.
That’s not to say that I wasn’t acting with intent. I was itching…hungry. Missing the touch of a woman. Missing the taste of her sweetness on my tongue. And who showed up in my hunger and haste, at the tips of my digital fingerprints, but this woman.
Bold. Bold and unexpected. Confident and funny and sweet, but direct. She knew what she wanted and had all of the forwardness to take steps I could never imagine of myself.
She made me remember what it was to be wanted again, because she had chosen to be there with me.
Long flowing hair shaping a wide and easy smile. Tight little jean shorts over creamy white legs. And such a rich smell. I can still see her at my door, my heart beating wildly, nervous of what I’d done and what I might do once she’d crossed that threshold.
I was nervous beyond repair. No idea how to start a conversation, or how to break the ice. She seemed so at ease, with that big smile and a sparkle in her dark eyes.
We had a drink. Maybe two or three, I can’t quite recall. Time slipped by easily, with her ready laugh and confidence loosening my worst nerves, while the alcohol eased the rest.
She let me touch her. Not in a pawing, lusty sort of way, but light and familiar as we touched glasses and came a little closer on the couch.
We could smell each other, feel our warmth, and for the first time I sensed her nerves too. Not the racing heart or the jangling nerves that forced me to fidget, but a sense of excitement and nervousness about how things would go.
She had a blue-black tattoo crawling up from her soft hip, up her side and hiding it’s final shape under her shirt. As she allowed me to explore it, there was a moment of vulnerability. Who was this man, and was there going to be any trouble?
We backed off. Just a moment. Catching our breath and our bearings. Maybe making a final calculation. Knowing that one more step in this awkward get-to-know-you and we would be off the dancefloor, either out the door (probably not), or locked against each other in lust (both hoping and waiting, unsure how it would start).
I think it was me. Not sure where I got my confidence back, but I knew it was her. I wanted her, and I was going to take what I wanted.
I leaned in close, putting my hand through her long hair, and pulled her lips to mine.
She was like butter against me. Smooth and sweet and filling. Probably bad for me, but everything I wanted.
All tongues and lips and hands. It was a barely controlled frenzy, releasing the last tension of our meeting, and introducing a new one.
How do you communicate with a new lover? How do you tell her everything that you need and want. Because lusty swipes and digital hookups start from the point of your own pleasure.
In our initial digital dalliance she hadn’t hinted at so much more than company, but she knew what I wanted and missed so much.
Our kissing grew wetter and softer, with a few little nibbles and bites. Like a well-practiced jazz band, we smoothly caught the rhythm and intent, and she lay back on the couch, allowing me to strip off those jean shorts and get on my knees between her creamy thighs.
She wore what I now see was her usual smart cut black panties – fashionable and sexy, but ultimately comfortable and a perfect compliment to her strong legs and ass.
Her eyes smiled, as she fell into the moment and allowed herself to fully let go.
My face fell into her soft mound, burying myself in her scent. Clean and fresh, and womanly. But I could smell her lust about to break through, and an undertone of musk that I was aching for on my lips.
It had been three or four years, by that point since I’d gone down on a woman. A lust and hunger that was denied to me by my partner’s distaste for more earthy and intimate sexual appetites. Cathy knew I wanted to taste her. She just didn’t know how hungry I really was.
Stripping off her black panties, she giggled lightly, and then gasped a little, holding her breath as I planted my lips against her soft petals, dipping the tip of my tongue into her sweetness while taking a deep breath of her scent.
My face crushed against the soft flesh, while my hands grasped her thighs and lifted them slightly. She giggled lightly and released her nerves as she settled into a comfortable position, and pushed herself ever so slightly down again onto my mouth.
She was hungry too, and was going to get what she came for.
Six more years now, and I can still taste her pussy on my tongue. I haven’t had one since.
She was stronger than I had known or expected. Lifting and working her hips against my lips and her ass against my tongue. I opened her up, tasting deep inside, before flitting back out to give her the attention she needed at that focal point of pleasure. Lips soft and hard, tongue flicking and tasting, my breath deep with her scent as her sex started to flow.
I put my head back and took a deep breath. This was every thing I needed, but so much more, because I hadn’t expected the laughter, the connection, her sparkling eyes or ready hunger.
My nerves were gone, and lust, hunger, and happiness were what remained.
She signaled to me with a bit of a nod and a bite of her lip, and I took one more deep kiss and taste of her sex before I stood up and pulled her off the couch and towards the bedroom.
We must have looked a silly pair, me lust crazed with wild eyes and a wet chin. She wearing her top slightly askew, but with nothing on bottom except fingerprints and her socks, which we’d not removed.
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In the bedroom it was all business. Clothes off. Looking directly at each other with that businesslike “we’re doing this!” mad expression on our faces.
We giggled as we undressed and embraced, naked as the day we were born. My hands moved to her round and firm ass, while I kissed her lips and smelled again her perfume.
I had seen her ass in the shadows of a few pictures sent in a frenzy of swiping, but what I hadn’t expected was the fullness and weight of her breasts, and now I could feel them on my chest, warm and teasing.
I dropped my face to her chest and took her left nipple in my lips while I lifted her ass with my left hand and directed her towards the bed.
Sweet pussy, heavy tits, that amazing hair and big smile… That could be taken care of in time, but right now I wanted mine, and I was raging hard and ready to go.
We tipped over on the bed and she looked scared for just a moment before I was inside her and lifting her hips around my hips.
It had never happened so smoothly and easily before, but Cathy was my rhythm, and I was hers. It was so natural, and so needed. Like we had done it a million times before.
I was overtaken with lust. She fit so tight and so soft. My cock was engorged with all that she had brought through that door with her.
I can’t remember it all. We fucked. I was on top of her with her hips around me. She was on her side, and then on her knees, throwing her smooth round ass against me. She sat on my hips and rode long and slow, leaning back slightly as she rocked and let those glorious tits sway in front of me and hypnotize me.
I usually didn’t last so long, but my hunger seems to have crossed with my nerves, and after ten minutes of pure unadulterated banging, she slowed the pace.
She rocked gently. Came forwards towards me, first to kiss my lips, and then to put my lips against her breast and offer me more.
Finally, she came off me and got down with a grin on her face. Backing down the bed, she put her face between my legs and almost swallowed me whole.
It was enough to kill me.
My balls were soaked with her pussy, her musky scent and creaminess run down between my legs. Watching her eat that in, and the lusty glances she threw my way as she swirled her tongue on the head of my cock were too much. She bounced that sweet mouth up and down in a show of hunger touched with submission and willingness. It was too much for me to wait.
I lifted her up and tipped her right over on her back.
Her head dipped towards the foot of the bed as I plunged back deep inside her. It wasn’t gentle by this point. She was frantic, and was begging for it. I sped up and hit top to bottom with long, deep strokes.
We were sweating. The memory and the scent of that sweat are fresh as if they happened yesterday. Dripping off of both of us. Her neck and collarbone gone beyond glistening, beading with sweat as she gripped my shoulders and nearly dislocated my ribs, moving in wave after wave of pleasure.
I was out of breath. My heart snatched right from me as I felt my balls twitch and get ready to release.
Bap. Bap. Bap. Bap. My hips slapped against her hips and a final thrust before she released me and I pulled out and came.
Deep, panting, breaths.
I laughed. Almost cramped up, and fully covered in sweat. She laughed. Exhausted and overcome by this animal sex. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be awkward and difficult, but it was like we were old lovers who just knew and got each other so well.
We took a deep breath, and rolled over to clean up. The bedsheets were soaked with sweat, the sticky humidity of Shanghai mixed with the efforts of our exertion, and our own gooey, heavily scented sex.
I think we laughed. Giddy. It was all so unexpected even a few hours earlier, when we were both bored, horny, and swiping for fate. Who could have known. It was the best sex of my life.
The moment was pierced by an untimely interruption. The details embarrassing and painful, but silly to think about now, and giving time enough to clean up and catch our breath. A weird calm and lightness settled on me. Who was this woman, and what had she done to me?
I’d eaten the pussy I wanted. Maybe not even enough. But now I wanted to know more.
I came back to the bed, and she was laying on her front, face towards the window. The light highlighted her curve up her ass and over her back as she dangled her feet. Her loose curls came down over her neck and shoulder.
I half crawled up behind her, my knee between hers, and planted a kiss on her shoulder. She laughed a touch and said “wow, Mac”, and then just “mmmm”. It was like a purr from a kitten, driving me crazy.
As I relaxed and lowered against her, her warm skin touching mine, my body responded. After what we’d just done, it shouldn’t have, but the firm soft skin of her ass just touched me right, and her obvious satisfaction was a huge turn on.
It came at me like a freight train. It was a need. Almost angry. I needed to take her and make her mine. Something primal came over me. I leaned against her ass, with my cock swelling, and she arched up against me. I grabbed her hips and changed our angle as she said, shocked: “again!?”
She was incredulous, but she was laughing and she was more than willing – I think she wanted to see how far this would go.
I can’t say I was a great gentleman about this time through. I wanted her pussy. I wanted to make it mine. I wanted to yell out how amazing she was.
I lifted her hips and plunged right into her, splitting her open again. Tight, but she’d been fucked good once already and was fit for me in all the right ways. Behind her was perfect. That round ass, muscular and soft. God I can still see it. A thing of beauty. Still is!
That ass was mine. Bap. Bap. Bap. Bap. Bap. I let go of her hip with one hand and gently tugged at her long hair while we came together at the center.
My balls were swinging loose and hitting her on her swollen lips. My rhythm grew strong and steady and Cathy moaned hard, taking a few sharp breaths as I filled her deeply.
I don’t know if she thought it was too rough, but when I felt her tug back a little on her hair, I went wild, grabbing it a little tighter between my fingers and really slamming into her from behind. Bap. Bap. Bap. Bap. Forgetting any sense of calm, I licked the thumb of my right hand and pushed it against the tight knot of her asshole. When she didn’t react (I may not have even noticed!) I buried it deep to the second knuckle and gave it a twist.
It was only a minute or two, but everything was about to put me over the top. Totally animal. Rude and forceful. I wanted all of Cathy, and was going to take it.
My speed picked up, and I wanted to fill her pussy with my cum. To make her feel that warm spurt and know I’d have her. I let go of her hair for that last sprint, and as I put my hand back on her hip, she squeezed that pussy tight.
My God.
It was the grip of grips. All her CrossFit focus and energy on my cock. I gave one or two more thrusts before I pulled out and, cock in hand, I covered her tight little asshole and part of her creamy ass with thick wads of cum.
Finished, I pushed her down on to her belly and I stood up off the bed. Weak in the knees, and a little dizzy, I was the conquering hero. I’d just taken from her, and she’d submitted to me.
Quickly I snapped out of it. Apologetic. But she laughed, exhausted herself. And pleased, I hoped. It was the most amazing experience.
But it had to end. Why did it have to end?
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That night we said goodbye with a kiss. I went back to my room and opened my window to let in some air. The whole room smelled of our sex. The sheets damp with it. Sticky Kleenex on the bedside table.
I sat that night for half an hour before sleep took me, thinking about those first minutes at my door and on the couch. About that bold girl, who knew what she wanted, and showed all that hunger and confidence.
But I also thought about that vulnerability she showed. Her softness. A touch of shy. The way she looked at me for approval when she licked my cock, or she whimpered when I tugged a little at her hair.
This was a girl I needed to know again.
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It’s been six years. Feels like forever, but it’s still clear as day.
I keep coming back to her.
We’ve not met again. Life has intervened. I’ve moved away. But we talk.
Our relationship has changed. Matured. Ebbed and flowed.
It started with an effort by both of us to recapture that spark of a moment. As if we could recreate lightning in a bottle. For sure we could share pictures and fantasies, but was it the same?
It’s hard, building a relationship that starts with such a passion. Maintaining that hot light will always fail, and so after a time I think we both sort of disappointed each other. Me a horny schoolboy jacking off to illicit pictures of a girl I knew once. Cathy, hanging on to a happy memory during a tumultuous time in her life.
It was good that we slipped away. That the tide went out. When the tide finally came in again, our relationship was fuller. More than just that one night. But it would take more tides, more slow discovery and reaching out on of boring afternoons and when we needed a shoulder to cry on.
Six years now and we know each other. We can think about each other, and dream about each other.
I wonder if she remembers that night like I do. If she keeps it in a special place in her memories.
I wonder if she thinks of me while she’s with other men, or let’s herself drift away as I do, daydreaming about the pleasures of each other.
And I wonder if she’d still submit to me. And let me submit to her. Open to all of our vulnerabilities and possibilities.
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My finger is tired from writing, but my heart is full, and my body is twitching again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v4izvr/an_unexpected_night_mf_3331
that was very well written man…