[FM] How getting hot and sweaty during an outdoor ensemble rehearsal led to my friend and I having an impromptu midday fuck session

I’m a grad student in music, and due to COVID we’ve been doing most ensemble rehearsals outside. A couple weeks ago we had our first full outdoor rehearsal for one of the larger ensembles at my university. Some of us were unfortunate and had to sit it direct sunlight for the duration of the rehearsal. It was hot, and I wasn’t dressed for the occasion. I was wearing tight dress pants and a blouse. On top of this, we were masked anytime we weren’t playing. The poor percussionists and directors were masked the entire time. I was definitely feeling pretty warm by the end of rehearsal, and I had a few hours to kill before my next commitment, so I went home just to lay on my couch bare ass naked for a while.

I got home, stripped, and just sat on the couch. My friend, who is also a grad student in that ensemble, snapped me a picture of him with his shirt unbuttoned saying “I just love being covered in sweat in the middle of the day”. I’ve been hooking up with him for a little while (I seem to be making a naughty habit of sleeping with my classmates… oops). I snapped back a suggestive, but modest picture of myself with the caption “haha I literally just came home to not wear clothes for like an hour”. My bare shoulders and collar bone were exposed, and there was a slight hint of cleavage. Just a little tease. We chatted back and forth innocently for a few minutes and it tapered off.

Something about being completely naked in the middle of the day, with my earrings in and my makeup done for school, made me horny, so I started absently playing with my pussy. I thought about how cute my friend looked with his shirt undone, and how awesome it would be if he showed up and fucked me. I pressed my pointer finger against my clit and made circular motions. It felt really good and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my juices starting to drip down my ass and inner thighs. It felt so good. I remember laying there, legs spread open and deliciously wet, just wishing my friend would come over for a quickie. I wanted his dick to trace my lips (both sets) and to feel his breath in the crook of my neck. The pressure was building and I could feel myself contracting… really dangerously close to cumming. Right as I was about to let myself cum, the little Snapchat notification noise went off. It was my friend again.

“Hey I’ve got some time, wanna hang out for a bit?”

It took a lot of will power, but I forced myself to take my hand away from my pussy. I know what that snap meant. Did I just summon dick from the universe? I’d like to think so. I told him to come over and slipped a skimpy thong over my sopping wet, throbbing pussy that was already aching to cum. I laid on my stomach on my bed, rubbing my thighs together and wiggling my hips while I waited for him to arrive, biting my lip as I imagined his dick sliding into my warm, slick little pussy.

He knocked on the door and walked in to see me lounging on my bed, ass up, wearing nothing but a tiny thong. He’s so sweet and polite, though. He tried making small talk and petting my cat. He just never assumes that he’ll get sex, even when I’m laying naked in front of him. I really appreciate that about him. He respects me (probably the first guy that ever has) and always makes sure he has consent. He’s a little shy sometimes, too. The first time he came over to hang out, I remember I convinced him to spend the night with me because it was getting really late. I slithered into bed beside him and just rested my head on his chest. I heard his breathing hitch in his throat and his heart hammering in his chest. So cute. It took over an hour of gentle coaxing to get him to kiss me.

At this moment I wasn’t in the mood for our usual slow progression, so I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to the bed, locking my lips with his. He instantly melted into me and his lips were ravenous against mine. His hands roamed my body, gripping my thighs and squeezing my ass. His fingertips grazed my back and traced the curve of my waist and hips, traveling up to my tits. I bit his lower lip and pressed my pelvis against his dick. He shuddered into my mouth, and I fought back a giggle. I just enjoy the power I have over him. His tongue traced my lips, asking for entry to my mouth. I rubbed him through his pants, and I could feel his dick straining against the fabric.

“Help me with your belt,” I murmured into his ear. As he fumbled with the belt, I nibbled and sucked his earlobe, blowing hot air into his ear. He let out breathy little moans and shivered. Adorable. I trailed hot, wet kisses down the most sensitive parts of his neck until he grabbed my wrist and put my hand on his hard dick, now tenting his boxers.

I climbed on top of him, rubbing my damp panties against the head of his dick. I kissed him for a few moments as he groped my boobs and pinched my nipples. I let out tiny little moans against his mouth as he did so—my nipples are pretty sensitive, and he loves toying with them. I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his neck, his collar bone, his chest, making my way down his stomach. His dick was sticking out of his boxers. He’s so big and hard, and precum was glistening at his tip. It made my mouth water to see how turned on he was for me. He’s definitely the biggest guy I’ve ever been with. His dick is literally perfect. I pulled his boxers down and teased his head with wet, sloppy kisses; massaging his balls while doing so. I like to tease him and gaze up at his face while probing the tip of his dick with my tongue. I wrapped my lips over my teeth and slowly started taking his length, starting with just the top half and gripping the base with two fingers. I moved up and down his dick at a painfully slow pace, keeping my eyes fixed upon his face, enjoying seeing his features contorted with pleasure.

I’ll admit that I can’t take all of his dick. He’s just too big. But I certainly try my hardest—100% effort the entire way through. I relaxed and opened my throat and took a little more of him, using my hand to grip the base of his dick. I love his little gasp he does every time I take his dick into my throat. I love pleasing daddy. I kept pushing myself, taking more and more… eventually I gagged on him, like I always do. I have a pretty strong gag reflex, but I try to not let it hinder the quality of my work. I stopped, took a deep breath, and tried again. Every time I got close to having his entire length enveloped, I would gag. It was frustrating… I love how big he is, but I hate not being able to blow him properly. I’m also embarrassed of the noises I make when I gag; hopefully it’s not too much of a turn off. But I’m not a quitter. Eventually I was able to (semi) comfortably take most of him in my throat. I took a deep breath and started bobbing my head up and down, feeling his head sliding up and down my throat, just trying to breathe through my nose and not gag on him again. At this point I was full on throat fucking him. Occasionally my body would convulse as I fought back a gag. I was tearing up and I knew that my mascara would be trailing down my face before we were done. I made a mental note to email the campus clear app to suggest adding the specification “not due to gagging on a dick” underneath the symptom box for a sore throat. My friend was grasping at the sheets and letting out husky grunts and moans, mumbling “oh fuck” under his breath. I stopped when I thought I felt cum beginning to rush up his shaft. He’s not allowed to cum before I get fucked.

I slid my tongue up his shaft and pulled my head away. I climbed on top of him, hovering my soaked pussy right above his dick and moving myself anytime he tried to rub himself on me. He needed a break before he was allowed inside. I didn’t want this to end before I was ready. I kissed him slowly and softly, tangling my fingers in his hair.

He grabbed me by my waist and flipped me onto my back. It’s so hot when he takes control of me—especially considering how polite and considerate he normally is. He slid my thong down my thighs to reveal my sopping wet pussy, just aching for his dick. He positioned himself at my entrance and started leaving wet kisses down my neck, softly suckling and nipping the most sensitive areas. I writhed against him as he did so, gasping a plea for him not to leave any hickeys for my professors and students to see.

His dick prodded against my pussy, asking for permission to enter. I held his head with two fingers and prevented him from slipping in. I used his dick to rub my clit, letting out little whines as it caused me to get wetter and contract.

“What do you want?” He asked me, still attempting to push himself inside of me. “Mmm… what do you want?” I asked in return, brushing off his question.

“I asked you first,” he muttered with a smirk. I playfully rolled my eyes and pulled his face down closer to me so I could whisper in his ear.

“I want to feel that big dick inside my pussy,” I breathed into his ear. “I want you to fuck me hard, I want it to hurt. But I want to make you wait first. I want you to ask nicely.”

I could feel his desperation growing as his hips pressed more firmly into me. “Please,” he rasped. “Please let me fuck you. Please.” I acted like I didn’t hear him a few times, making him beg and beg to fuck me. So hot. I finally couldn’t stand the emptiness and let him slide into me. Feeling him fill up my wet, tight pussy felt incredible. I gasped as soon as he entered me.

“Oh my god, you’re so wet,” he groaned into my ear as he rocked in and out of me. “I know. Just for you,” I replied, biting my lip. He just felt so good inside of me. I was so wet that he kept accidentally slipping out. He grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders and started fucking me harder and faster. I was gripping fistfuls of sheets and curling my toes; my eyes rolling up, knowing I would definitely cum soon if he kept fucking me like this.

I purred into his ear to let me on top. He obliged pretty quickly—cowgirl is his favorite. I straddled him, placed my hands on his chest, and slowly lowered myself down on his dick. He whispered a string of curses as my pussy lips enveloped him. I fucked him slowly and sensually at first, making circular motions with my hips and enjoying feeling my pussy grip him. I got impatient, though, and leaned my torso down, my head resting in the crook of his neck, and started bobbing my ass up and down, fucking him decently fast and hard. I suckled on his neck while I fucked him, moaning against his skin as his dick stimulated my G spot. This was a good angle for sure. “God, your pussy feels incredible.”

He suddenly lifted me off of him and prevented me from sliding down onto his dick. I whined a little in protest, and tried harder to get his dick back inside me. He kept denying me. “Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me like this. Please,” I begged, still wriggling my ass and hips down towards his dick. “Shhhh,” he replied, slipping his thumb into my pussy. “I promise I will. I just need a minute. You’ve got me really worked up…” He started massaging my walls with his thumb and playing with my clit with his pointer finger. It honestly felt insanely good, and I couldn’t even formulate words. Just gasping and moaning as he played with me. The pressure was starting to build up from my center, and I could tell he was getting me closer to cumming.

He removed his thumb from my pussy and guided me back down onto him. He held my hips in place, not allowing me to fuck him. All I could really do was grind his dick, which didn’t upset me at all—it’s a sure fire way to get me to orgasm. I usually feel bad about grinding because I know it does way more for me than it does for him, but in this instance he was basically commanding me to do it. I started thrusting my hips back and forth, and I could feel his dick repeatedly hitting my G spot. It felt so good I couldn’t think or speak. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my toes started to curl. Yeah, I was going to cum any second. He licked his finger and started making circular motions over my clit.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for me.” He instructed. It really turns me on to hear him talk like that, and the clit rubbing was really sending me over the edge. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” I managed to rasp in between little moans and whines. “Yeah, baby. Cum for me.”

I finally felt myself contracting and jolts of electricity traveled through my limbs. I felt my pussy pulse around his dick. I tried to tell him I was cumming but I’m sure it was unintelligible. I wish I could describe in words how fucking amazing it felt to finally cum on his dick. After an afternoon of teasing and denying myself. It was literally heaven on Earth.

As my orgasm waned I leaned down to kiss him and tell him thank you. “That’s a good girl,” he muttered into my ear. Nobody has ever called me a good girl before, and it’s possibly the hottest thing a man has ever said to me. “Say it again,” I moaned, starting to fuck him again. “Such a good girl…” he groaned, trailing off as my wet pussy slid up and down his dick. He spanked my ass hard enough to leave a mark and I whimpered my approval. His breathing quickened and he closed his eyes, his hands grabbing my sheets. I could tell he was close.

“Is my pussy gonna make you cum, daddy?” I asked, still fucking him in a decently quick rhythm. “God, yes, it feels so good,” he groaned back. “I know it does, baby, I know. Where do you want to cum? Want me to finish you with my mouth?”

“No. I want to paint you with my cum,” he panted, and lifted me off again. He flipped me over onto my back and slid back into me, fucking me hard and fast as soon as he entered. My pussy was still so wet and sensitive from cumming that this hard fuck was almost too much (in a good way). My friend was being very vocal. He suddenly announced that he was going to cum and slipped out of me. He grunted and moaned as he shot cum all over my stomach, tits, neck and even a little in my hair (which honestly was really fucking unfortunate since I still had shit to do that day). He always has these really earthy, loud orgasms that are so hot to witness.

He cleaned me up with a towel and we cuddled for a few minutes afterwards, breathing heavily and enjoying the post orgasm dopamine. Then he had to leave and set up for marching band rehearsal that afternoon. After he left, I wiped the smeared mascara from under my eyes with some makeup remover, rinsed the cum from my hair, blow dried it and brushed it out, and went to have my flute lesson that afternoon, feeling a tad bit guilty that I chose to get fucked rather than practicing and warming up prior to (no regrets, though). All in all, a pretty decent lunch break.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/isefl4/fm_how_getting_hot_and_sweaty_during_an_outdoor