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She did call back, actually. The very next morning.
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I pulled the phone from my pocket on the first buzz. Candidly I had grabbed it several times that morning already, thinking I had felt a text, but nothing. During my workout at the gym, I had kept checking it too, and when I got out of the shower I checked to see if I had missed anything from you. I hadn’t, and I stood there wondering if you were asleep, or awake and thinking of me, or regretting your decision to bring me home, or if I should break the stupid rule my brother had told me about never texting after a first date for at least two days.
But this time the buzz was real, and it was you, and I felt that quick rush of excitement.
“You told me any night I wanted. But I don’t want to wait for tonight. I told you my roommate would be up and out early today, and she won’t be back until tomorrow. My door is unlocked. I’m already expecting you so don’t keep me waiting. Don’t text me back. Don’t knock on the door. Come in and give me what you promised.”
I stood there, dumbfounded, feeling my erection already growing. I think I read that text at least 5 times. And then, suddenly feeling like even the 10 seconds it had taken me to race over those words again and again were an inexcusable waste of time when you were waiting, I ran to my car. Literally, ran.
It didn’t matter that I had made plans with my buddy to grab lunch. It didn’t matter that I had plans to clean my apartment, do laundry, and write thank you notes. I didn’t even think about what I was wearing- and it’s a damn good thing I had just showered because I didn’t think about that either. All that mattered was that I get over to your apartment.
It was all I could do to not run the red-lights, or to be an overly aggressive driver, but I did allow myself some overly generous rolls through the stop signs. In what felt like far too long for a quick cross-town drive, I finally pulled into what looked like guest parking. My heart was pounding in my chest. Was I too sweaty? Was I too eager? It didn’t matter. In seeming tunnel vision I headed for your door. A deep breath to compose myself, and, as instructed, I entered without knocking.
You were at the kitchen island with your back to me, leaned over and casually flipping through a magazine. You wore another sundress, light green with a floral pattern, and you were wearing heels that didn’t quite seem to go with the outfit. Big black stilletos. A statement. And a statement that made your legs and ass seem all that more inviting, as a matter of fact.
You didn’t turn around, or even stand up, but I saw you glance in the mirror on the wall briefly, casually, to make sure it was me. It was a fleeting glance, not meant as a greeting, but an acknowledgement that you recognized that I was there and were choosing to stay in the position you were. And I understood. I locked the door behind me with a resounding click.
Looking back now, I’m not sure why I was so sure this was the right thing to do, but almost instinctively, I fully undressed myself, noisily undoing my belt and pulling down my jeans. As I took off my shirt, I looked to see if you would sneak a peek in the mirror, but you didn’t. You knew I was getting naked and you kept casually reading that magazine. It only made me harder.
Finally naked, I quietly walked up behind you, my feet barely audible on the kitchen tile. I put my hands on your waist and pulled my hips to yours, letting my erection press into your ass, letting you know how I was feeling. A gentle ‘mmm’ escaped your lips, but other than that, there was no reaction- nothing to really pull you from reading your stupid, stupid magazine.
I slid my hands up under your dress, intending to pull down your thong only to realize that you weren’t wearing one. I pulled up the dress to your waist, exposing that big, beautiful ass, and paused… then gave it a loud slap. You let out a quick gasp. I found myself getting encouraged and… aggressive. I slapped the other cheek, harder, and got a louder gasp. I felt myself getting bolder and hungrier for you.
I placed my hand on your back just below the neck and slowly, firmly, pressed your chest to the surface of the kitchen island, and then slowly moved it upward to just grab the hair at the nape of your neck, holding your face to the magazine. Using my legs, I gently started kicking at the inside of each of your ankles, pushing them farther and farther apart until I had you exactly how I wanted you, legs apart, body pushed over the counter. I gently stroked your ass cheeks with the flat of my palm, getting them ready, getting them tender, making you anticipate the next slap, with each one getting a little harder, a little louder, echoing in the empty kitchen with your gasps and squeals.
And then, I noticed a small trickle of wetness slide down your right thigh- ever so slightly. I traced it with my finger and tasted it. It wasn’t sweat. It was the sweet taste I had indulged in last night. I started tracing my hands up and down the inside of your thighs, and the wetness started to come more steadily. I suddenly moved my hand to your slit, parting your folds and circling your clit with two fingers. The immediacy of it elicited a gentle moan from your mouth, still pushed against the magazine. I started to circle faster and faster, hearing your breathing quicken, and as I started to notice you getting closer, I immediately pulled my hand and slapped you on the ass again, my wet fingers grabbing it firmly. Positioning myself behind you, I slid my almost painfully hard erection in to you, slowly, inch by gradual inch, to a very satisfying “Fuuuuuccckkkk” from you that seemed to get louder as I continued sliding deeper and deeper in until the full weight of my hips was against your ass.
You felt amazing. It was like I had been waiting forever to be inside you, despite having only met you the night before. All warm and soft and wet. You clenched once around my cock, showing a tight grip that threatened to break my reserve. Slowly, deliberately, I began sliding in and out of you, not fucking to bring either of us to orgasm, but rather fucking slowly to relish in the enjoyment of your body. To feel the rythym, the gentle slap as we come together, the gliding tug as I pulled away, repeated over and over as my hand gently worked the hair at the back of your neck, my thumb now in your mouth with you sucking it eagerly.
Eventually, I started to feel your legs tremble as the mounting pleasure and the challenge of the position (in heels, no less!) started to weaken you. I pulled out and pulled you up by the hair, spinning you around. For a moment, we looked at each other like some cheesy romance movie, and then kissed passionately, my tongue exploring your mouth, my dripping wet cock rubbed up against the dress that had now fallen back down with you standing upright. I reached down and pulled the dress up over your head, noticing now that you wore no bra, loving the weight of your heavy breasts, the nipples hard with delight. I made a note to enjoy those later, but I had other plans for you right now.
I squatted down and grabbed your legs behind the knees, then lifted your ass up onto the island. You were heavy, and I liked feeling like I was with a woman, and not a petite girl like so many of my exes. I felt your uncertainty as I started to lift you, and your giddy joy when I easily picked you up and dropped you onto the counter. I took a step back and admired you, naked on the counter, breathing heavy and legs spread. I then stepped forward and firmly rotated your body so that you lay on your back fully supported by the island, with your legs stretched out and up in the air, heels still on. I walked to the edge and slowly started pulling myself on as well, slowly coming up while kissing the insides of your legs, gently tracing my tongue slowly up your slit, up your soft, smooth, belly, up between the now sweaty hollow between your full, beautiful, delicious breasts, up your collarbone, and your neck, to nibble on your ear. And then, with both of us atop the island, I slid myself back into you.
We were loud, skin wet and slapping against the marble countertop. We tore at each other, pulling, biting, sucking, grabbing, desperately trying to find a way for us to be even more intertwined than we already were.
It was not long before I found myself desperately fighting the urge to cum, my mind racing for some way to hold on, until you suddenly grabbed my hair, looked me in the eyes and said “fuckkkkk you’re going to make me cum”. I started thrusting harder, deeper, my eyes locked on your face for the expressions that would let me know the wave was starting to crash over your body. You looked at me wide eyed, your mouth agape, as a slow but increasingly loud moan started escaping from the deepest parts of you. It sent me over the edge, and I saw the recognition in your eyes that we were orgasming together. I felt myself explode in bursts inside of you, shock wave after shock wave wracking my body as I felt myself seemingly coming forever, as you clenched around me tightening and loosening, wondering if the shaking was from you or from me but loving every second I was trapped in this perpetual ecstasy. It was like nothing I had felt before- an orgasm of such magnitude that I felt myself holding on to you so tightly I was afraid I would hurt you. Our bodies shook and trembled with each other as we collapsed in sweaty exhaustion, limbs hanging over the edges of the counter.
After catching our breath, I slowly climbed off you, glancing back at your big, beautiful naked form spread out on the counter like some magnificent soft wet sexual buffet. To my surprise, rather than lay back in relaxation, you quickly hopped down, still in those crazy fucking heels, grabbed me by the cock, and started walking me to your room. “I want more,” you said.
I grinned and followed obligingly.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/h7p4w6/for_my_bigger_girl_part_2_mf_first_person
This was incredibly hot!! Would love to read more please!
Wow, love it.