Rewind eight years, I (22/F – at the time) had gotten my first solo apartment. It had a nice big living room with a backdoor to the porch. It felt like a quiet nature setting, but it was really after a busy highway, just north of the state line. After six months of tip towing around my last roommate, I could finally have sex as often as I wanted. My sex drive was out of control. It was all I thought about when I woke up, was at work, and as soon as I was home I had my toys in me until I passed out.
Often times, I was at work messaging people on Kik. One gentleman (38+?/m) in particular lapped up my sexual appetite and craving for risky sex. We discussed a myriad of fantasies. He didn’t want to keep a relationship just a fantasy. He needed to taste me.
A rare morning when I was working from home, he told me he was going to come over. I politely declined, but he was already driving up from the city. He knew I lived north of the border and told me I needed to tell him which exit to take. I panicked. The needs of my body took over. Exit 1.
I was so nervous, but followed the plan. I unlocked my back door, stripped naked, and covered my upper body and head with a blanket. I couldn’t see anything; he could. My pussy was on full display thru the window.
I was soaking wet, wracked with anxiety. His mouth found its way to my body – kissing, sucking. I could feel his beard, hands, and tongue. I was so hot it didn’t take much to push me to the edge of orgasm. Hands snaked under the blanket to my large soft breasts. My nipples were tugged slightly. The rest of his energy was focused on my clit, sucking and massaging with his tongue. I melted in his mouth.
He wanted more, but stuck to the agreement. I came then he left. I rushed off to work, glowing and consumed with thoughts of leaving my back door unlocked again soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zok3na/oral_before_lunch
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