Kitchens, and their waist-high surfaces [MF] 20’s.

(This story includes my ex “Sadie” first featured here:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/103sf7p/fm_a_room_with_a_view/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/103sf7p/fm_a_room_with_a_view/) )

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Sadie and I had been together for a little bit. We were at that point in our relationship where she was spending less and less time at her place, and waking up at mine. We had just gotten back from the bar. Listening to random live music, and working with a decent 2 to 4 beer buzz. Some act came on that was playing too loud, and not that well, so we figured we would have a better time back home watching a movie on the couch.

We were having a debate over watching some miserable Victorian drama with an all British cast, or a kitschy B movie with David Carradine in it. I was speaking in vociferous defense of David Carradine’s legendary schlocky career when Sadie decided she was over whatever banal debate we were having-

Once I hit the door to the kitchen she deliberately dropped her keys and gave a ridiculous bend and pop that bumped her butt into me. This was probably a not-subtle reminder that I had barely commented on her outfit all night.

Sadie was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans with fringe hanging off. They were a little longer than belt length, just enough to cover her butt without the wrinkle of where leg meeting ass would show. I had informed her on more than one occasion that I would buy her a house, grovel, and do her dishes if she made it a habit of wearing short shorts, leggings, hosiery, thigh high socks, or high-cut swimsuits. She has the most absurd hips, and butt for such a slender frame, and these outfits only draw attention to this fact.

As she turned away from me, I aggressively, but playfully, pushed my body against her. I grabbed her wide, toned hips and held her close.

“oh fuck” she said in a giddy, teasing tone, knowing she had definitely started something.

My brain was starting to go a little foggy, so I just answered her with a curt “uh huh”.

She arched her back and pushed her ass against my crotch, giving a little wiggle and grind as she felt how hard I was. I started kissing her neck and working in a couple bites as I unbuttoned her jeanshorts and unzipped them. She craned her neck to cover my lips with hers, and held her hands over mine as we worked her shorts down her thighs, giving a playful alternating pump of her legs as she inched them down. I didn’t wait for the kiss to stop as I slid my hand down her panties and started rubbing her clit. She let out a moan inside my mouth and worked her tongue with a bit more enthusiasm as I started long slow firm circles with my fingertips.

I worked my off hand up the length of her body, over her toned stomach, the bumps of her hips, and we coordinated to pull her shirt off and remove her bra so I could tease her breasts while she continued to get her pussy rubbed.

She was beginning to get more rhythmic and deliberate with rubbing her ass against my hard on, but I think her knees were getting a little wobbly from this horny dance we had concocted, so we steered toward a nearby counter, where she gratefully braced her hands against firmament while I continued to get her off.

It wasn’t long before she told me she was cumming, just not with words. Her back arched harder. Her breathing caught. Her legs buckled (so I held her waist and kept her up) and she dropped her chest and face against the counter, which splayed her arms out and knocked some stuff off to the floor… nothing sounded broken. Probably just a mixing bowl and a breadbox? She was still shuddering and convulsing a little when I heard a raspy, near-whisper from Sadie

at first I didn’t quite make out the words

“… put your cock inside me” she said into her elbow folded across her face.

She let out a grateful gasp when she heard the zipper to my jeans. I ran my hand once down the length of her back, and lead it all the way down her body to pull her panties off and expose her dripping wet pussy. She planted her feet on the floor, and braced her arms against the counter. She must’ve known I wasn’t going to be gentle.

I did want to savor this moment. In full view of Sadie’s butt, her muscled back and shoulders, and her face firmly planted against the counter. I took what could have been five seconds to an hour to tease my cock against her warmth. She squirmed, and wriggled in the hopes of coaxing me into fucking her but really, I’ll just cave if she says

“please…”

So I pushed all the way to her back wall, and felt a quick involuntary squeeze. Maybe a startle response, maybe a mini orgasm? But this was where that… unthinking, starving-hunger to fuck took over? Once I was inside her, one hand grabbed a hip. The other brushed her hair away and gently held the back of her thin and elegant neck.

I know that typically, the bulk of the work is done by the person fucking, rather than the person being fucked in these “bent-over” “from behind” “standing up” positions. But one of the many wonderful things about Sadie was that she could match rhythm and intensity, and would push back while she was getting fucked like this.

I never found out if this was some degree of coordination she learned, or it was pure instinct to get herself off, but I also had no reason to question it. Her enthusiasm and fervor when getting fucked was an event. The sound of her ass slapping against your hips was a godlike bass-line. And her moans and gasps were the melody.

I often would tell her to touch herself while we were having sex, because she loved receiving direction and because I loved watching her orgasm. Unfortunately the situation we were in did not lend itself to that, so my hand bracing against her hip slid down to rub her clit (not as artfully as she would). I must’ve been doing something right, because her hips went from rhythmic and metronomic pounding to a little wild and chaotic.

She had pushed herself up to brace against the counter, and was using most of her body in our effort. She gave me the occasional glance back, either to see if my brain had turned off (it had), or to make eye contact while we were this intimate. I could tell by the furtive glances, and the lip bites that she wished we were facing each other, and kissing, before she came again, but this was too good for both of us to interrupt.

She reached one hand back plaintively. Maybe she needed me with her for a second? To know this wasn’t purely about lust, the deep empty, instinctive need to breed her, and that she was a whole person to me. I took her hand and very carefully wrapped my fingers around hers, and felt deep pulsing waves of orgasm from her. Of all the things to send her over the edge?

I couldn’t get into a deep philosophical reflection of what Sadie meant to me, at least not at this exact moment, her ecstatic cries, and the warmth and smoothness of her body and motions once again had shut off the nice, sensible parts of my brain. I wanted to be there, with her, and give her that feeling all the days. That she was wanted. Appreciated. Damn near needed.

But I also desperately needed to fill her pussy. There were a few more wild thrusts, with my hand wrapped around hers, and I came deep inside her for the very first time.

Up until now, we had managed to avoid that temptation.

As my ecstasy subsided… I realized there may be ramifications to this lapse in judgement. I felt a rush of guilt and anxiety over what had just happened. I pulled out, and heard heavy wet drips hit the linoleum floor. Sadie was gasping into the counter again. Her ribs heaving.

I expected her to catch her breath, and that she’d very soon be punching me in the chest and berating me.

Instead, with a wobbly turn, she spun and planted a sloppy, breathy kiss on my mouth.

After we had cleaned up, and I had a terrified shower, I found out that she had told me

repeatedly

to cum inside her… and my idiot horny brain was incapable of processing language.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10a8hky/kitchens_and_their_waisthigh_surfaces_mf_20s