This is Mona again.
Nick’s “quick job” still meant that he was out for almost the entire day. He ended up coming home not long after the two of us finished work for the day. We were sitting in the living room having a some snacks around the coffee table when the door opened.
He stood in the doorway, covered in clothing from head to toe, wearing a mask and gloves still, nothing but his blue eyes and long eyelashes visible. He said a muffled hi through the mask, went to the bathroom, with the door open, washed his hands and threw the gloves out, then his mask, then washed his hands again. He turned around, his face looked like he had been in a fist fight, looking swollen and red where the mask had been.
He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and sat down opposite us again. He leaned back as he took the first sip. His dark brown hair a mess after taking his hat off, looking disheveled, damp with sweat, but in a rather sexy way. He took off his sweater while answering our questions about his day, his t-shirt sticking to his wet skin, his muscles on his lean arms showing their shape, as he reached for a cigarette telling us how he hadn’t been able to have one all day.
He finished up his beer fairly quickly, and said he was going to go shower, when Jenna and I interjected, asking him to BBQ first, since he would just have to shower again after. He said sure, no problem, grabbed another beer and went to prep the grill as Jenna went to season the meat. I walked up to Jenna, and asked her if she would have an issue with me having him to myself for the next half hour or so.
She laughed at first, said, “yeah, I could tell by how you were looking at him that you wanted him, just make sure that the meat doesn’t get burned. Also, I’m gonna warn you, I know he looks great after work, but the smells are going to be really strong unless if he showers.”
I thought about it, but decided to ignore it, John would never do anything physical in terms of work, so it was likely the only opportunity I would have to experience anything of the sort.
When the meat was ready I put on my jacket and went outside to join him. He was standing at a small BBQ, a decently sized table to his right, and the railing on his left. Their balcony looked out on to a parking lot and a little park, four stories up, they were usually packed, but now, thanks to covid, they were near empty. I set the meat down on the table and he thanked me. I told him I would keep him company while he grilled.
We talked for a bit while the grill heated up, I was mostly asking about his job, the details, trying to visualize it in my head, remembering how he did our hot tub years ago. He was also very animated when he spoke, using his hands to gesture and act out everything when I asked for a more detailed explanation.
He finished off his beer, and asked me if I would mind grabbing him another from inside while he started grilling the meat. I took the empty bottle from his hands.
“Let’s forget about that for now,” I said. I got down on my knees, set the beer bottle next to me, and unzipped his jeans. I went in with my hand searching for the flap. I noticed immediately a fairly loud cloud of dust rising from his pants every time I touched them, even lightly, it smelled like a mixture of wood and dust and I don’t know what else. In short, it smelled like a construction site. I decided to undo his belt and dropped his pants down to beneath his balls. It was pointing straight out, as I started to go down on it, feeling the stubble of his pubes on his stem as I slid my mouth up and down. I felt his dick grow in my mouth, get wider and longer as it started to push up against the ceiling of my mouth, while I used one hand to position it down, the other to cup his balls, as he started to quietly moan.
I went on for a few minutes, enjoying listening to his moans get louder, when his rough hands lightly grabbed my hair. But I won’t lie, I had to hold my breath most of the time, though I still found it enjoyable. I leaned back a second.
“ I want to get fucked, hard” I said. He pulled me up to my feet, then effortlessly picked me up in his arms and sat me down on the table. Before I had time to blink, he pulled off my pants (yoga pants) with his two arms, leaving me only in a thong. My bare butt feeling the cold wood of the table, the cold wind brushing up against it, giving me goosebumps.
He pulled my thong to the side, I felt a few stitches rip, and put his callused fingers into me. He went back and forth quickly, I could feel the energy spread throughout me, as he had his face right up against mine, I could smell the construction site on him, but it wasn’t overpowering now, just musky if anything. I started to moan, getting louder quite quickly. I grabbed his little butt with my free hand (the other I was using to hold the meat tray in place), and squeezed hard, feeling his little hairs between my fingers. He searched for my clit for a little, finding it quickly, and started to stimulate it while still going in and out of me quickly. I felt my body start to tense up, as I squeezed his butt harder, and bit down on his neck to suppress a scream. I wanted to roughly kiss him, but held back, not knowing if that was crossing a line, unlike in Greece, we hadn’t really set any rules or limits this time.
He stopped stimulating my clit and searched for my g spot, he found it, quickly, it wasn’t his first time after all, and started to stimulate it vigorously. I felt myself start losing control, and the intense sensation come as I squirted onto the floor in front of me. With that, he took his dick and put it inside me, he went hard and deep right away, one hand on my neck and the other on my back, holding me pretty much upright, going in and out of me with his thick cock with more force than I could have imagined, the table rocking back and forth a bit with me on it.
He was looking into my eyes, took one of his hands and put it up my shirt, underneath my bra, and squeezed my tit. He squeezed roughly, moving his hand frequently, feeling every millimetre of it. He was grunting, new beads of sweat forming above his blue eyes, leaning in close to me, our lips almost touching as his hot breath crossed my face. My moans were getting louder, as was his grunting, I was thankful the city was so deserted. At one point I pulled his jacket off, letting it fall to floor, looking at his arms with their muscular form as he continued to thrust into me with all his strength.
He pulled me off of the table and leaned me onto the railing, my pants coming down to my ankles now, my thong still pulled off to one side, this, apparently wasn’t enough for him, as with one quick jerk he ripped it off entirely and let it fall to the floor. He pushed my back down, as I felt his thick cock slide into my pussy, while he gave my ass a few hard smacks, which echoed between the buildings throughourtthe parking lot. He went into me hard, and deep, though there was quite a bit of time between each pump at first until he sped up. I felt as he stretched my butt cheeks apart, feeling the cold wind between them. I could not longer control my moans and let them go out of me freely. I looked out over the parking lot, there were 4 people walking through it. Two of them looked up quickly and kept on going as they did, while a couple, about 100 metres from us, stopped and was watching us.
I didn’t care, if anything it turned me on, but my mind could barely focus on anything but the hard fucking I was getting, as he continued to smack my ass, one side, then the other, the sharp pain mixed with pleasure shooting through my nerves.
After a few minutes, and two orgasms on my end, I felt him pull out and his warm jizz between my butt cheeks as he let out a loud groan. I pulled myself up to a standing position, and turned around, my ass showing through the glass railing, deciding to give our audience a view of my butt. I bent over to pull my pants up, knowing they were looking, as Nick pulled up his own pants.
I stood there gathering my breath, and told him I would go grab him his beer and some hand sanitizer now.
I opened up the door, and saw Jenna sitting down on the coach, she looked at me, my face probably still flushed, and she laughed.
“Looks like you got exactly what you wanted,” she said.
And I had. And none of the meat had gotten burnt.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/frc7vi/maybe_self_isolation_isnt_so_bad_day_6_part_ii_we
Omg keep these quarantine stories coming. So hot