A throwaway comment on a thread about regrets led to a random message that honestly freaked me out until I remembered the comment. That’s led to me thinking about what happened and I thought I’d try and write about it. It’s been a while since I did anything like this so please, be nice.
It was the late noughties, I was not quite 20 and I was living with friends while going to university. I’m a short curvy woman, naturally my hair is brunette, but back then I was a bit slimmer, my haircut short and dyed blonde. I was heading home after finishing a night shift that had run overly long. I was tired, grumpy and looking forward to curling into a ball and sleeping for the rest of the day.
I got home and had the house to myself as my housemates had gone off to their lectures. I grabbed a quick shower and was just getting out when there was a knock at the door. Covering myself in a towel, I answered the door to find George standing there holding a toolbox. George was the youngest son of our landlord, somewhere in his mid twenties, brown eyes, black hai, probably not quite six foot, but he still towered over me.
I must’ve looked confused, as George explained he was here to hand some kitchen cabinets for his dad, before I could ask. I just grumbled, told him to be quiet and headed to my room and my bed. Of course as I now know, hanging cupboards is it a quiet process. So I’m laid in bed listening to him bang, and drill and crash and make all manner of noise, Im fantasising about nailing him to the wall to make him shut up.
That’s when I realise I’m actually fantasising about being nailed against the wall by him. Laid there teasing my nipples and pussy I decided to have some fun. I got up and found an old white T-shirt, so worn that it was almost see through in places and the smallest pair of panties I owned, a lacy red g-string.
I walked into the kitchen and pretended to look in the fridge. I could tell when George noticed me, he dropped his drill on the floor. I got a bottle of water out the fridge and turned to face him. Leaning back against the fridge as I did. Bad 80’s porn cliches running through my mind. We flirted outrageously as I moved closer and closer to him till I was close enough to feel the heat radiating from him.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and locked my lips on his. His hands grabbing and squeezing my ass, my tongue exploring his mouth. We stumbled back and he lifted me onto the table. My hands dropped to his jeans, fumbling them open and grabbing at his short, thick cock. He pushed me back and pulled my panties to the side, he teased my clit with his fingers before pushing himself into my wet pussy.
He fucked me hard and fast, pounding into me, making the table shake and move across the kitchen with each thrust. I stopped him and pulled away so I could drag him back to my bedroom. I got on all fours and I was soon biting my pillow to stop the screams of pleasure as he rammed into me again and again. I came hard, muscles shaking as I dropped to the bed falling off his thick cock.
I rolled over with a smile and helped him finish with my hands, his cum spurting over my belly as he climaxed with a grunt and collapsed next to me. I soon relaxed and fell asleep in my post orgasmic haze. When I woke up George had gone, but he’d left me a note on the bedside table with his number.
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y3mlpm/a_long_time_ago_in_a_city_far_far_away_i_fucked