This happened a few years ago. There is no PIV sex in this story. There is a bit of a buildup however. Some of the details have been changed. Look below the stars to see where it picked up.
I moved to a new city for a new job where I didn’t know anyone. In the first few weeks, there were a lot of parties, so naturally I went to a lot of them. You would run into the same people everywhere and eventually I got to know a few people and formed a bit of a group. Among them was this girl who was about 5’5, kinda plump, with cute face, and long dark hair. I didn’t think much of her physically, but we started talking. Within the first few conversations, we found out we had a lot in common, and we started talking more frequently and texting. There were times when we would stay up, drink, and watch the sunrise before walking home in opposite directions.
I started getting used to her company and our conversations. Eventually, I started looking forward to them, and would often just hang out one on one. We would watch movies together and she would lean her head on me. We would bicker. We sought each other out at every turn. One time she fell asleep on me and I adjusted my body, and found her leaning on me. So that eventually progressed to cuddling. But we hadn’t done anything sexual yet. We just basically used the other person as a body pillow. Her body was so warm and she was curvy in the fight places that cuddling with her was a joy. And it became a routine for us. We would hang out, and then she would come to mine, and cuddle, and we’d fall asleep. Once when we were drunk, I looked at her and just kissed her lips softly. They were so plump and red, and calling my name. It was a soft kiss that lasted for a bit, but then we stopped and fell asleep cuddling and holding hands.
**(I warned you this was slow)**
A couple months later, it was a night like any other, except we were both dressed up for an event. She cleaned up well, and I couldn’t stop looking at her. The night came , and we continued our routine. But this time, the air was thicker than usual. Something was up, but I didn’t know what. I could smell her perfume and her skin felt extra soft. So I propped myself up and kissed her neck, and her breath caught. I didn’t move for a few seconds, until she exposed more of her neck for me, which made me melt. I started kissing her neck more, and my hands were running over her body. She started moaning lightly and I started playing with the hem of her shorts. I pulled them down a little and caressed her ass and mound with my hands. I didn’t take her underwear or bra off, but I found my hand wrapped over hers, helping her squeeze her breasts. Her body felt warm and just as I started to play with the hem of her panties, she stopped me “this feels good, but I can’t right now”.
A few nights later, we started it again, by kissing her neck and rubbing her sides. I found her hand and caressed it, until I moved onto her thighs. I quickly found my way under her pants and felt the heat coming from between her legs.i wouldn’t touch her pussy despite her hips bucking towards my fingers. I touched the edges of her panties and felt a little dampness on my fingers. I smiled as she threw her head back. I went fill steam ahead, and found my way to her bare pussy. She pushed back to me, hard. I started rubbing her and she moaned, her body writhing with every touch. She was gripping the sheets, my arms, my hips, and her own breasts. I was relentless and she she couldn’t get enough. Somehow we ended up with her laying on top of me, facing away and me still working away at her pussy. We were like this for about 20 mins before she stopped me from being to sensitive. She didn’t cum, but she was surprised at how turned on she got. And how fast.
Fast forward a few days, and we’re back again but it’s different. We are both walking on eggshells and until we start cuddling, we don’t know what to do. I’m sure she felt my dick harden under my boxers, and she may have pushed back, I will never know. But her neck was awkwardly exposed again. So I did the only thing I could think of and kissed it again. I felt her melt into my arms and things progressed quickly this time. Her pants came off, and I started running my fingers around the edges of her panties. She groaned as I wouldn’t touch her where she wanted. I moved her so she’s laying on her back and I looked her in the eyes for the first time that night. She looked shy, but also like she wanted everything in that moment.
I took an agonizingly long time kissing down her neck, over her chest, over her soft stomach, and to the front of her thighs. I kept them closed wit my hands and just kissed her mound and hips. I finally spread her legs and there was a wet spot growing on her panties. That was the sexiest image, so I started licking her and tasting her through her underwear. I was hooked. I pulled them off and teased her, kissing the inside of her thighs, but the facade was up. I couldn’t wait any longer. I gave her a long slow lick from bottom to top, from vagina to clit, spreading her labia in the process. I felt her whole body stiffen up, and heard groan like I never had before. It sounded like it was trapped deep inside her and licking her was the key to releasing it.
I took my time worshipping her pussy, licking it slowly, tasting her, savouring her. I made sure I mapped the whole thing with my tongue. My beard was soaked. Her body was writhing and her moans became more urgent and frequent. I focused on her clit, and her hand found the back of my head. Her hand intwertwined my hair as my fingers found their way inside her. I could only fit one initially, but after a while I slipped a second one in. Her hips were bucking agains me and I felt her pussy clamp down. And she covered her face with a pillow as she came all over my hands and face. I licked her as she cane down. Eventually, I moved up to cuddle her. And we fell asleep.
We did it again the next day, and a couple days after that. Eventually it became a habit. I would go down on her and make her cum every other day. Never once did she make a move to touch my dick. And never did I present it or take it out. I would go home and masturbate after worshipping her pussy for over an hour.
Later she told me I was the first guy to go down on her like that. And she was addicted. But still, we never did anything with me. It was always her. And I loved it. I loved being in control of her like that. She was putty in my hands.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e1zrcp/mf_she_came_on_my_mouth_and_hands_for_months_but