I took the Amtrak train from NYC to Boston for the weekend to visit my friends – two brother. We spent the weekend hanging out and running around town drinking and eating. Before my train was to depart on Sunday to take me back to NYC, I arranged to meet with Erica at an Irish pub. Erica went to college with my friend Jane. I had met her several times before.
It was a crisp, Boston late-fall day. I ordered a Guinness and beef stew and waited for Erica. When she finally arrived she looked as good as ever. She wasn’t particularly tall – maybe 5’5 – but had beautiful, long blonde hair and big green eyes. Her body was petite but womanly in that she had nice, round breasts and soft curves. I recalled her telling me that her grandmother was Latvian and I always dreamed that her beauty was derived straight from this exotic (to me) Eastern European country.
Erica was finishing up law school and it had been a while since I had seen her. The first time we had met several years back was at a bar with friends; she was the aggressor and had kissed me out side of the bar at the close of the evening. She had a boyfriend at the time so nothing came from the brief dalliance. Subsequently I had spent a few days hanging out with her in Washington DC where I was living at the time and she was doing a law school visit- a story in itself for another time. But now here we were in an Irish pub enjoying each other’s company. Erica has spent the weekend visiting friends in Chicago and had gotten back in the morning. We chatted about weekends and caught each other up on our lives since we last met. As we finished our lunch and walked out of the pub I realized I had a few hours to kill before catching my 4:30pm train. I mentioned as much to Erica and she suggested we go see her apartment to hang out which was right around the corner. I didn’t object of course and I had no expectations whatsoever given the time of day, her roommate, and my limited time before having to hop of the train.
The entrance to Erica’s 2nd floor apartment was at the top of an outdoor stairwell. The inside was typical of something built prior to World War II; the floors were wooden planks and the walls were painted plaster. It smelled of pumpkin inside and I looked to the stove where Erica was making squash soup. I had always thought of Erica as a bit of a domestic goddess- she loved cooking and entertaining and she did both graciously and sexily.
We sat at her table and opened a bottle of wine and carried on with our conversation. She told me about law school and the classes she enjoyed. I told her about my new job and how exciting I found the day-to-day to be. It was probably 40 degrees outside and her apartment barely felt warmer even though it was probably in the low 60s. It was a cold day indeed as we sat that talking and getting increasingly inebriated.
After an hour or so I knew I had get going to the train station and I told Erica as much. I was shocked when she suggested that I change my train ticket to tomorrow. “I’ll make it worth your time, hot pants” she said. She called me hot pants. Ugh. Talk about words that can take the brain places that will make a man’s dick instantly hard. “I don’t- I have to work in the morning and I don’t want to impose on your roommate,” I replied. Erica wasted no time, “Aileen is in Chicago visiting her boyfriend and doesn’t get back until late tonight. And you can figure out how to get yourself back to NYC in the morning, can’t you hot pants?” She moved closer to me and put a hand on my leg, “You know I take very, very good care of my guests. I’m an excellent host.” She leaned in and kissed me. She was a very good kisser and it was the kind of kiss that soft, but passionate and I knew she meant business. I felt playful now, having had my confidence stoked.
“Okay” I said pulling away from her, “but only if I can find a flight that will get me to my desk by 8:30am and only if I can cancel my Amtrak ticket”. Erica looked at me and smiled, “that will be easy hot pants. Start dialing.” I had to milk this for what it was worth, “I think that you should really show me you mean business before I get on the phone. Maybe take off your shirt for me and showing me what I’m staying for.”
Erica didn’t even blink. She ripped off her shirt and bra and stood before me. “Start dialing.” And of course I did. First with Amtrak to cancel my train ticket and then with delta to arrange the shuttle flight. While I was on the phone pacing around her apartment trying to not showcase my rock-hard dick too much, Erica sat on a window seat. Remember her apartment was cold so her nipples were erect and staring me down. Multiple times while on hold w Amtrak and Delta, I would pass by and lean into her and take her nipples in my mouth and gently suck them, taking pleasure in the soft moan that would escape her lips.
Once off the phone we could resist one another. I literally attacked her and she attacked back. Clothes flew off in all directions. We stumbled into her bedroom and on the bed, completely naked. We spent the next several minutes embraced, kissing and fawning at one another, and exploring the others body with our hands. At some point I remember whispering to ask her where I could kiss her and she said, “anywhere”. I took that as a green light and pushed her on to her back on the bed. I spread her legs and looked at her beautiful, glistening wet pussy – it was completely smooth from what must have been a very recent waxing – and wasted no time diving right in. I licked her slit up and down. I focused my tongue on her clit and made soft circles. I inserted first one finger and then another inside of her warm, deliciously wet pussy. And I continued to lick her clit until I felt her hands on the back of my head and her pussy repeatedly clinching around my fingers. She screamed so loudly it was startling as she came all over my face and fingers.
“Get on top of me” she said. I ran my cock up and down her wet pussy lips savoring the win of unexpectedly having a hot, tight piece of ass to have my way with for the evening. Her cunt felt so hot and slick as I penetrated her deeply. She moaned as I pounded away. I had no idea if she was on birth control – actually I didn’t even know if she had a boyfriend – as I continued to fuck away. I could literally feel her wetness all over me- on my cock, my balls, the sheets. She had the wettest pussy that I ever had the pleasure of encountering. And when I could stand it no more I pulled my cock out and came all over her stomach as we kissed deeply. I collapsed on top of her and she said, “I told you I’d take good care of you hot pants.”
I fucked Erica 3 or 4 more times that night. One of us would wake up and then wake the other up w/ our mouths or other body part. At four am we showered together and she drove me to the airport. I still jerk off to thoughts of that evening to this day (including this morning). More Erica stories to come if people are interested.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jio08y/warm_pussy_cold_day_mf
Yes please..
More Erica and more pussy eating please?
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