I have a very good friend, Sabrina, which even qualified as my best friend at the time. She is a tiny little bit of woman, hovering around 5ft (that’s 1,5m, for people using the correct units), with sparkling blue eyes and really long auburn hair, at the time going down all the way to her shapely butt. She was a very intensely involved dancer for most of her life, and it showed in her body, tight, disciplined and graceful. Our friendship started with a terrible, terrible attempt at sex. We had just met, and we both found each other cool and pretty, and we were very drunk. But it was bad. Like, one of my worst experience. The complete incompatibility of our bodies (as my user name imply, I’m tall. Like, 6’4”/ 1,95m) and the incredible drunkenness coalesced in really bad sex. So we decided to stop, and we developed a very strong friendship afterwards.
But we still found each other very pretty, and there was a very pleasant restrained sexual undertone to everything we did. She would never have any qualms about me seeing her naked, and she actually pretty much showed herself naked every time she could. We would often find ourselves drunkenly making out, but the trauma of the epically bad sex we had made me stop short of anything else. Even if she clearly wanted to have another go. Independently of the memory of failure, I kind of enjoyed the restraint and control. Yeah, I’m a tiny bit kinky.
So, we were at this New Year’s Eve party, and she was stunningly beautiful. I mean, she was always cute and pretty, but that was not what she was that night. I had spent the afternoon hanging out at her place, while she prepared herself, and I saw the transformation from cute girl to beautiful woman in a few hours, it was pretty impressive. I also knew exactly what she was wearing underneath her “little black dress”, and it made me appreciate it even more. Because she didn’t wear anything. So, the night went on very nicely, with champagne and good music. The only inconvenient thing was, as we were in a friend’s flat that loathed smoking, we had to go down in the street to have our nicotine fixes. Well, at least we smoked less.
Some time after midnight, me and Sabrina were jonesing for a cig, and we went down to have one, continuing our conversation as we squeezed into the little elevator. It was about blowjobs. One thing I like about Sabrina is how incredibly open she is about discussing her sex life. I don’t remember the specifics, but it was quite a heated debate about what constitutes the best head. She was insisting on her godly skills, and I was amusing myself by arguing that I did not know if I could believe the skills she boasted, as indeed her mouth had never touched my dick. We were exiting the elevator into the well-lighted hall of the building, all marble and stone and mirrors. Yes, it was a rich friend’s party.
And that’s when I saw her eyes glittering with mischief as she stopped talking and placed herself in front of me. Not a very intimidating figure, as she had to look up to face me, but definitely attractive. Something in the way she stood awoke something in my pants. “I can prove it to you right now.” She said in a low voice, a small smile playing on her suddenly very interesting mouth. I laughed it off : “Now? Here? You would never!” Our eyes locked. And even when her hands started unbuckling my belt, I was still smiling easily, convinced she would never go all the way, that she would relent and that we would have a nice sexually charged cigarette. After all, we were in an incredibly exposed place, in the middle of a hall lit by chandeliers, where anybody could come at any time. It was a goddamn entrance hall.
But she didn’t relent. Not one bit. My belt was unbuckled, my jeans were unbuttoned, and her hand was now in my briefs, seizing my cock that had evidently gone hard independaently of my will. That’s when my smile changed, from derisive to wolfish. And hers changed as well, from challenging to hungry. We didn’t care where we were anymore. She took my dick out of my pants, dropped to her knees on the heavy rug, and swallowed it immediately. It was incredible. Here we were, in plain sight, proving a point. And it felt good. Her claims were not empty boasting.
It was clear that she was in a hurry to make me come, but that didn’t stop her from gently teasing my shaft with her tongue, looking up to me with her twinkling blue eyes, before taking it all in her mouth again, and then slowly sucking on the head, twirling her tongue around it. I usually like to seize the hair of the girl who’s sucking my dick, getting a bit rough, pumping my hips, all that good stuff. But this tilme, I just looked down and smiled, waiting for her to make her point. And in less time than I thought possible, I could not hold it anymore, and I grunted “I admit you were right”. At that, she took my dick out of her mouth and laughed the sexiest little laugh I’ve ever heard and started to seriously work on making me come, using her hand better than I could have used my own. A true testament to her skill. “Tell me when you’re going to cum” she told me, but she didn’t even finish her sentence before I exclaimed “I’m coming!”.
She immediately took it back in her mouth and moaned the cutest little moans as she swallowed every drop. I stood in the aftershock for a second or two, before I remembered where we were and packing back everything in my pants, while she gracefully rose, wiping her mouth with a dainty hand. She smiled at me, just like she would have if she had pulled out Wikipedia to prove that she was right about the year of death of Louis XIVth. And she started to walk toward the street to smoke a well-earned cig, as she gave me a view of her incredible ass. That was my best New Year’s Eve. And also one of the best blowjobs of my life. Never knew if anybody saw us, but nobody interrupted us, which is good enough for me!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10nhc82/mf_she_showed_no_fear_and_great_talent