*I’ll try to give you as close to a comparison as I can of the women I write my stories about. They won’t always be perfect, but I like to think it adds a nice visual aid. For those wanting to know what I look like, I have photos in my profile. Here’s Amy:* [*https://imgur.com/a/Nlt2Pnx*](https://imgur.com/a/Nlt2Pnx)*.* *Enjoy!*
From her Tinder profile, Amy was a pretty blonde with a fiery personality. I should have known better looking back on it. All her photos were from her chest up with a hint of cleavage. It’s not as if she wasn’t attractive or had a bad body. just wasn’t really my type. I’ve never been a fan of the curvy body with big tits. I’m more of a petite body with a thin waist and tight ass. But, my dick was definitely making the decisions when I sent the first message.
After a handful of messages that went from a casual “hi” to vague references about sexual positions, we agreed to meet at a bar by her apartment at 6 p.m. I had never been to this place before so I got there a little earlier to make sure a spot at the bar was open. I found two spots with an easy view of the door. 6:10 p.m. No one resembling Amy had come through. 6:20 p.m. My second beer was half gone. 6:30 p.m. No blonde in sight. Accepting my first “being ghosted” experience, I paid my tab and left. As I drove off, I sent Amy a very polite “fuck you” message. Within seconds I get a response.
“Um, I was waiting for you. I got there just before 6.”
“No, you didn’t. I was sitting by the door. Never saw you… Pretty fucked up making me drive out to you to pull this shit.” I was livid that this girl both stood me up and had the nerve to lie about it.
“The door by the bar or the door by the restaurant?”
Oh. I gave Amy a call to quickly discover that we were sitting no more than 20 feet away from each other for almost a half hour. My mood went from angry to embarrassed. “Well, looks like I fucked this up.”
“How far away are you? You can come over if you want to turn around.”
I was at her place in less than 10 minutes. She answered her door with a bright smile. She was maybe 5’1” or 5’ 2” with bright blonde hair, blue eyes, and the aforementioned huge tits and curvy waist. You could have dropped her into any southern state and she’d fit right in as a southern belle.
Amy gave me a hug and asked if I wanted a drink. She had already changed from whatever she had on at the bar to loose fitting gray sweatpants and a white tank top and visible black sports bra underneath. “I wanted to cut your balls off for standing me up,” she laughed, bringing back a beer from the kitchen. It was apparent that Amy was not shy about saying what was on her mind, even to a relative stranger like myself. “I’m usually the one to stand up a guy. That would have been a first for me.”
We sat down on Amy’s couch and joked about our mix up. I learned a lot about Amy in a very short amount of time. She liked to swear; no topic was off limits for her; and she hadn’t been fucked in far too long.
“So did you intentionally sit somewhere else to get me back to your place faster?” I let out an awkward laugh not sure if Amy’s comment was a joke or alluding to something more.
“No,” she smiled. “But it worked out pretty well.” Amy put her beer down and threw one leg over my waist. She pressed her body against mine grabbing my face with both hands. Her tongue slipped in my mouth. My hands went under her sweatpants as I pulled her body harder into mine. She began grinder herself on my cock letting out little moans into my mouth.
She moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, “You can do whatever you want to me, just don’t cum in my hair.” I laughed and promised I wouldn’t as she shimmied down my body onto her knees. Amy tugged my pants off then worked her way out of her own top and bra. She held her breasts in her hands as a sort of display to me. “I love my tits,” she grinned back at me, massaging each of them in her hands. “Guys love to titty fuck me.”
Whether I was one of those guys or not, Amy took it upon herself to make sure I was one of those guys. She leaned forward letting some spit drip onto my cock. She then did the same on herself dribbling spit down her cleavage. My cock completely disappeared around her tits as she pressed them together bobbing her body up and down. I could tell it was like an artform to her, one that she had mastered in the past. It wasn’t going to make me cum but it sure as hell was keeping me hard.
Amy stood up and pulled down her sweatpants. She remained standing moving her fingers down to her shaved pussy. I watched her slowly finger herself as if she was the only person in the room. “You’ve got a nice cock,” she finally broke the silence returning to her position on top of me. I felt her hand reach for my cock and find the opening to her slit. She dropped down onto my cock, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “I like my tits to be sucked,” she told me, beginning a rhythm to her bounces.
I did as requested, focusing on each breast one at a time. Amy got louder and louder the harder I sucked on her nipples. She let out a screeching “yes!” when I finally used my teeth to gently twist it. Within seconds I felt her walls tighten and a pool of wetness in my lap. “Fuck, I’m sorry!” she panted. “I told you I hadn’t been fucked in a long time.”
I assured her it was hot feeling her cum so far. She suggested we go to the bedroom to continue. As soon as we got in, Amy pulled me to the edge of the bed and sat down. She took my cock into her mouth and began cleaning her juices off me. Her tongue ran along each side of my shaft from the base to my head. She then moved down to my balls where she took each one in her mouth separately. As she returned her mouth to my shaft, I asked her if she thought she would cum again. She nodded and fell onto her back.
I stood at the edge of the bed and guided my cock into her. Amy’s loud moans started again. This time, she grabbed her own tits using her middle finger and thumb to tits her nipples. I gripped her waist giving her longer and harder thrusts. My breaths got shorter and deeper. My fingers dug further into Amy’s sides as her own breathing became labored.
“Are you close?” I asked her. She gave me a quick nod followed by a long “fuuuuucccckkkkkkk.” Moments later I felt her tighten around my cock again prompt my own orgasm.
“I’m about to cum.”
“Not. My. Hair.”
I pulled out and went to Amy’s side. I gave myself a few quick jerks and shot ropes of my cum onto her tits. Amy began laughing at my aim. “How am I not surprised that’s where you did it?”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11ta8i4/mf_from_ghosted_to_fucking_in_a_matter_of_a_few
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