“I want you to fill me up again,” she whimpered in my ear. Every fantasy I’ve ever had about her was coming true – I couldn’t believe that I had her in front of me like this: big, bright eyes staring at me, legs spread open just for me, with my dick half way into her while my cum was dripping down onto her perfectly made bed. “Please daddy, fill me up again” she pleaded.
I try to keep to myself, mostly. I had a decent job, a fairly nice apartment, but I was missing that one piece of me that kept me up at night – that one piece that could distract me from nuclear war – who had me touching myself, running my hands over my chest, down my torso and up to the head of my cock with my eyes closed, thinking about it – her. She worked nights at the grocery store, I’m not sure exactly when she was off – but I’d grab food after work and head home. If I was lucky, she would scan my items and we’d have that stupid little small talk that you do. She gave me butterflies in all of the right places – it was at the point where I would dress up just to go out for groceries with the hope that she’d see me and think I looked good – a nice, fitted shirt around my chest and arms, loose on the torso. Jeans, the perfect fit, just to give her an extra show as I walked away.
I started getting hints when she would hand me my receipt. A smiley face here and there, or a heart drawn below the subtotal. It made me feel good, those small interactions with her. She was drop-dead gorgeous – and when I say drop-dead, I mean that when you saw her, your heart would stop for a moment. Big hazelnut eyes and deep brown hair just past shoulder length, crimped to give it that messy curly look. Her chest and her ass gave her body the perfect shape – and her legs, my god, her legs were so thick I could picture them up around my shoulders. She drove me crazy.
But tonight was when it finally happened – she scratched her number into the receipt before handing it to me with a smile. My heart rate shot up, but I was playing it cool. I looked back at her after she handed it to me and all I could muster was a smile back as she glanced at me from head to toe… I wonder if she noticed the bulge in my pants.
I wasn’t sure when she was off work but I couldn’t stop thinking about that phone number. Did she know my name? Did we ever talk about that? I couldn’t remember, my mind was racing. What do I say? I was feeling adventurous, but I didn’t know her limits. “Hey cutie” or “Hey :)”? Fuck, I’m so bad at this.
> “Hey :)”
> “Hiii cutie!”
> “I’m kinda thrilled to have your number… talking to you in the checkout line is too short”
> “I didn’t give you my number so we could talk”
What does that mean? Am I over-analyzing this? Is she thinking what I am?
> “Wdym?”
> “I want to hang out tonight, come over? I’m at 543 Aberdeen St. apartment 7”
Holy. Shit.
> “Be there in 20, want anything?”
I threw my ass in the shower and cleaned off. Got dressed in something casual, just a white shirt, some oversized grey sweats, and my nikes. Before I head out, I checked my phone:
> “You”
My dick ached at this point, I was craving her. She answered her door – hair up in a clip, a tiny white tank-top and boyshorts. I’m still trying to play it cool while I can see her tits through her shirt and a slight camel toe impression in her shorts. It was hard to take my mind off of how enamoured I was with her. I think she knew, because I don’t remember what we said to each other. I just remember her taking my hand and pulling me over to her couch. She sat me down and then lifted her leg up over me and dropped her ass into my lap. Fuck, it was so round and warm in my lap. There was no controlling myself at this point, I couldn’t believe what was happening.
All I said was “Fuck”. She grinded up onto me, pushing my dick up to my stomach through my pants and said, “me?”
> “Fuck yes baby, I want you…”
> “You’re getting big, I can feel you”
> “Keep grinding and I’ll show you how big it gets”
I pulled her down to my level and kissed her. Her lips were so soft and her mouth was so wet, almost as wet as those boyshorts were getting. One of her hands grasped my side while the other lay on my chest. My hands found themselves running up and down her big, round butt and giving it slaps. I was melting for her in every sense of the word. When I brought my hands up behind her head, undid her hair clip to let her hair fall and pulled her in to kiss me deeper, she slid back down sitting on the floor. She ran her hands up and down the bulge in my grey sweats.
> “You’re bigger than I imagined you’d be”
She was such an undercover slut, I had no idea she was like this. Immediately she licked my sweat pants up and down the cock outline and then pulled them down to my ankles.
> “Oh my god, it’s so fucking big and thick”
I couldn’t help myself, I had pre-cum running out of my dick like a leaky sink. The head of my cock was huge and I can’t remember my cock being this hard. She was stroking my cock slowly with a light grasp, teasing me. I had to touch her, I had to feel her warmth and depth for myself, and I had to show her that I was the one who is in charge now. I stood up, towering over her 5-foot-something body, my dick still firmly in her hands.
> “Show me your bed”
She pointed to the room across from the couch, and I picked her up in my arms, legs wrapped around my hips and my lips glued to hers. I dropped her back-first down onto her bed. Her well-made, pink and white striped bedding. I bent over her and kept kissing her while my hands explored every inch of her. My hands grabbed her neck and ran down her chest over her tits – they fit in my hands so perfectly and I could tell she liked when I squeezed them lightly and pushed them up towards her as if my hands were her bra. I had my dick resting between her legs, pulsing from being so hard, right on top of that camel toe imprint. Her pussy was so warm and damp, I could feel it. My hands couldn’t keep themselves from grabbing her crotch and tugging on it a bit. I was following her movements and moans as signals. I backed up slightly and kissed her tummy, but my goal was to pull those boyshorts off with my teeth. I ran my tongue over her camel toe to tease her, she inspired me when she licked my sweats… then I finally bit the elastic strap and tugged them down.
> “Fuck, you’re soaked baby…”
> “Yeah,” she moaned.
Her taste and her smell was inoculating. Before I knew it my hands were wrapped around her thighs while my face was buried in her pussy, my nose pressed firmly against her clit while my tongue explored her holes. There wasn’t much work for me to do, she was already ready to go. It was a waterpark, we both were – but I loved how soft her pussy was on my lips and tongue. She was getting really into it, the breathing was getting deeper and the squirming was getting more violent as I sucked and licked as much of her as I could.
> “I need to feel your cock deep inside of me..”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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