*I’ve read many erotic stories on this subReddit that were based on the current pandemic. I figured I would write one myself. Having a busy life full of adulting responsibilities, I haven’t written a story for some years. My writing skills are horribly rusty, but it was one Redditor who inspired me to try again. I dedicate this story to* u/jolly_rancher82 *and I promise I will finish it.*
A Long Time Coming
183 days since his first message to me on a social website.
That’s how long it took before I could get him here, in a hotel room, naked and incredibly erect.
He sat attentively on the edge of the bed with a hand gripping his hardened cock. I was naked as well, sitting in a leather chair, leaned back, with legs spread, and fingers exposing my wet sex to him.
We sat about six feet across from each other. That was the distance required for social distancing outside. But in this room, in this very moment, the distance was far too much for the magnetic attraction and sexual tension between us. This moment was a long time coming.
We could have torn into each other and started fucking as soon as the door closed. Instead we lingered in each other’s presence and savored the intense anticipation a little while longer.
His crystalline green-blue eyes were hard and focused on my fingers as I glided them up and down the outer lips of my pussy. He stroked his dick loosely, in sync with movements of my fingers. Wet sounds of my self-pleasure were quietly filling the room.
His face flushed and eyes turned almost emerald as I slipped a middle finger into my dripping opening. My head fell back with a moan escaping from my throat as I began to move my finger in an out slowly. My heated walls clenched at my finger, coating it with my juices. I heard him emit a low groan and murmur “You are so fucking hot”. With my forefinger, I rubbed tight circles around my swollen clit. To heighten the sensations coming from my womb, I reached up to my breast and pinched my hard nipple.
He had a front row seat to watch something I have done so many times before: masturbating with my thoughts only on… *him.*
If it wasn’t for the ad I posted on social media, searching for a local FWB, it would have been highly unlikely for us to have met. He and I came from vastly different backgrounds and circumstances. He was 35-years old, Caucasian, educated, working a career that no longer fulfilled him, and being a few months shy of ending a long-term relationship. In contrast, I’m a 47-years old exotic mixture of African American, Filipino, and Native American heritage. I’m also educated but I had a long career as a nurse and a husband who fully supported my polyamorous lifestyle.
His first message was followed by several days of flirtatious, and often lascivious, chatting online. We decided to meet face-to-face for the first time at a nearby coffee shop. We had also exchanged pics prior to meeting, just to get an idea of what each other looked like. However, when I saw him walk in and greet me with such a sweet smile, I was taken aback. I was surprised by the young man who sat across the small table from me. He had cautioned me earlier about how much younger he looked than his 35 years. He actually looked like he was 25 years old, having a slim frame with broad shoulders, tapered dark blond hair, and “boy-next-door” handsomeness. His skin on his face was very smooth, looking as soft as a baby’s ass. Chuckling while rubbing his face, he said he never could grow facial hair.
I had such doubts at first. My first thought was there was no way we could be compatible, in any kind of way! Then I thought I really had no business in trying to establish an NSA sexual relationship with a man who was 12 years my junior! To my horror, I remembered all the messages I sent him online, heavily-laced with raunchy and sexy innuendoes. I was suddenly embarrassed by my own lewdness. I never considered myself as a Cougar or a MILF, but I was feeling like the sultry older Mrs. Robinson who preyed on (and turned out) the young naive Benjamin in the 1967 movie The Graduate.
It felt as if time was in slow motion, but our conversation was very relaxed and flowed easily. We even laughed quite a bit. I was impressed with how very mature he was for his age. He spoke eloquently with high intelligence, yet his voice was silvery and modulated. I watched his movements closely: the way he repositioned the band collar of his jacket, the efficiency and gracefulness of his fingers as he typed out text messages on his phone, and how he nervously played with golden strands of his hair which kept falling onto his forehead.
I tried several times to lock my eyes with his, but he kept averting his eyes as if he was trying to hide something. His eyes were a beautiful mixture of green-blue that were mesmerizing and gentle, but held a deep glimmer of something mysteriously dark and primal. I had a sense that deep down inside this usually quiet, unassuming man, was an alpha spirit that was eagerly waiting to reveal himself to a woman who can satisfy his deepest sexual needs.
After we left the coffee shop, we immediately agreed to arrange a time to meet again soon. However, the opportunity was not to come for a long time due to the emergence of COVID 19 in the country and state-mandated quarantine of all individuals.
We ended up spending many months messaging back and forth, continuing the heavy flirting and dirty talk, chatting away our sexual frustrations and desires to fuck each other senseless. But then there were other days which we got to learn more about each other. We chatted about movies, politics, religion, our lives, our jobs, our families, our cats, and our hopes and aspirations. Yet confusion, anxiety and frustration about the pandemic, and the ever-changing restrictions on people and places, were a frequent and annoying topic.
Eventually all the federal- and state-mandated restrictions were lifted. And 183 days since that first message from him, we were sitting across from each other in a hotel room with no cell phones nearby, no more lascivious texts sent, no more imaging what our first time together would be like.
No, I didn’t have to imagine anything anymore because he was right there in front of me, looking adorably hotter than ever.
I heard him inhaling deeply, breaking the silence of the room. His sculpted chest and broad shoulders rose and fell with each breath. His body, lean and toned, was incredible to look at even with the soft lighting coming through the curtains. But it was his eyes that held me captive. The acute arousal that I saw in their green-blue hue sent heat rushing to my core. And that glimmer of alpha spirit I saw months ago was now present, intense with lust and penetrating between my legs.
My fingers continued to agitate me, gliding and rubbing my clit in a way that made my entire core contract. I was wet, very wet, feeling so good from my fingers gliding so easily in and out my contracting cunt. I broke eye contact with him, closing my eyes and tilting my head back.
He must have noticed my impending release. “That’s right,” I heard him murmur. “Just give in to it.”
My body began to shake as I felt the pressure inside me build. I jerked my hips forward, giving into the sensations that my dancing fingers were producing. I felt I was floating in another dimension, yet I can still him whispering, “I can’t wait to be high and hard inside you… feeling that pussy squeezing my cock.” Another harsh shudder shot through me from hearing his lecherous words.
Writhing in ecstasy in front of him, my care and pride was far gone. I wanted to see how exactly he made me feel, even after all this time of being exclusively virtual. With more force to his voice, he ordered me to come. And at his command I felt my pussy pulse and clench onto my fingers. The excruciating ball of tension that was building finally unraveled into an orgasmic wave that crashed over me. I bucked my hips forward more, moaning loudly and calling out the name that I have christened him:
*“Amante!”*
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