[FM] Had my first booty call… (Is it still a booty call if you’re not the one who gets off?)

So this is kind of tame (and long) compared to some of the other stuff on here, but I really wanted to suck a cock, and I got to. It was fun :)

I’ve had the longest of dry spells. So. Goddamn. Long. About two weeks ago I finally broke it and had sex again (I might tell that story other day), but Sunday night I met this guy from Tinder who I’ve been talking to on and off for the last two months. We hadn’t met before the weekend, but he told me when we started talking that he didn’t think he was ready for a relationship (recent breakup, shift work, etc), but would be up for an exclusive FWB-type situation. I was intrigued.

I’m a pretty quiet and reserved person. Librarianesque. I’m not overtly sexual, I’ve never really been in a relationship (at 30 years young), and, as I mentioned earlier, colossal dry spell. So my saying yes to a FWB situation was a bit of a surprise, even to myself. But, I have a really high sex drive, so I thought that maybe it would work for me. I was all excited about the prospect, but then he got busy at work, disappeared off the face of the Earth, and I didn’t hear from him for about three weeks. Last week I was feeling particularly horny (woe is me; the guy I slept with is now out of the picture so couldn’t go back there), so I sent TinderGuy a message asking whether he’d had any release yet. He said no. I asked if he was still interested in meeting me. He said yes, but he didn’t know when because he was really busy (story of my life; this was why the thing with the other guy didn’t work out). We did a little bit of flirting back and forth over the next few days before I asked, on Friday, if he was free on the weekend. Cut to Sunday; there’s a knock on my door.

He’s standing there all tattooed and bearded and cute as *fuck*, and I want to jump on him as soon as he walks in, but I don’t because I’m a lady (or something). He smiles, says hi, compliments my house, asks if he can use the bathroom. While he’s gone I pour us each a glass of water and try to calm my nerves a bit. He’s so nice, and he’s *hot*, and this kind of thing doesn’t happen to me! Deep breaths…

He comes back and we sit next to each other on the couch. He’s looking at me, and I start laughing. He asks if I’m okay, I say I’m just a bit nervous. He smiles and says that’s okay, there’s no need to be, and we chat for a bit. There’s a lull, so he puts his tattooed hand on my knee and asks if that makes me more or less nervous. My heart is pounding, and I’ve wanted to kiss him for the last ten minutes, but every time I think about doing it I get a bubble of laughter building up in my throat. What am I doing?!

I smile and say I’m good. Taking his hand, I hold it for a minute, then start to trace his tattoos with my fingertips, before running my nails lightly across his palm then up and down his arm. He asks again if I’m okay and this time I mean it when I say yes. I take his hand and bring it up to my mouth, slowly kissing my way from his wrist to the crook of his elbow, where I lightly suck and lick him. He starts moaning and sighing softly, telling me how good it is. I keep kissing and licking up and down his arm, running my fingertips along his skin as I go. I get to the sleeve of his tshirt and look up. He’s looking at me, smiling, telling me how good I’m making him feel. I lean in to kiss him, his mouth partially hidden by his beard, and his tongue darts out to meet mine. He’s a soft kisser. It’s really nice, but I’m hoping he’ll go for the deep, hard pash later on. We kiss for a little while longer before I break it, moving his beard out of the way so I can kiss his neck. He sighs and moans as my lips and tongue work up his neck towards his ear, then swears softly as I take his earlobe into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it and sucking on it lightly. My hands are roaming across his chest, and one of his hands makes its way down into my bra. He runs a finger across my nipple a few times before asking if I want to go to the bedroom. I almost jump off the couch as I say yes, seeing the tent in his shorts as he gets up to follow.

We get to my room and he takes his shoes off, both of us laying down on top of my blankets. He tells me how comfortable my bed is, and we start kissing again. When we separate, he takes his tshirt off. He has just the right amount of body hair, and even more tattoos cover his chest and back. He lays back and I again kiss his neck, this time working my way down to his shoulder and upper arm. I’m propped up on my right elbow, with my left hand roaming his body. He’d told me early on in our conversations how much he liked having his chest and stomach touched and kissed, and this little bit of knowledge surfaces as I kiss across his shoulder and down, licking and sucking his nipple, before kissing the rest of his chest. His sighs and other little noises are driving me insane, but I try to control myself. My left hand is now moving down his body, and I lightly run my nails across the bit of skin between his belly button and the top of his shorts. He sighs ‘yes’ a few times under his breath, and his hand, which at some point has moved behind me, rubs my back and grips my dress tight. He asks if I want to have sex or leave that for another time, and I say I’m happy to just do this this time.

My hand moves lower, nails lightly trailing across his upper and inner thighs, as I continue to kiss his chest and stomach. His hips thrust up as my fingers brush his cock through his shorts, and he asks breathlessly if I want him to take them off. I nod in agreement and he’s up in a flash, shorts and jocks off in one swift movement. His semi-hard cock bouncing as he moves, he gets back on the bed, and I waste no time picking up where I left off. I can tell he wants me to start touching him, but I want to tease him a little bit more. I run my nails lightly over his chest again, down his stomach, and to either side of his cock, but don’t touch it directly. I continue down his thighs, stopping at his knee, before moving slowly back up. While my hands are roaming his lower body, my mouth is doing the same to his arms and torso; kissing, licking, and softly biting his skin. My fingers move up his inner thighs and lightly drag across his balls. His cock starts to twitch, and his hips thrust upwards, the hand on my back again gripping me tight. He reaches up with his other hand and starts stroking himself, but I move it away. He looks at me, bemused, and says ‘oh’. I just smile.

If I wasn’t already soaking wet, the moan he lets out when I finally touch his cock would’ve had me there in a second. Precum starts to leak onto his stomach, so I collect it with my finger and rub it around the head, before trailing it down his shaft. I play with him like this for a few more minutes, enjoying just teasing him, before I start to kiss down his body. He knows what’s coming, and as my tongue makes contact, he thrusts up into my mouth, both of us letting out low moans. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, and take the head into my mouth, running my tongue over and around it. He continues to thrust into me, my hand jerking him off, and my mouth awkwardly sucking the tip. Despite my lack of practice, I know I’m at my best when I’m in control, so I say ‘stop moving for a sec, I want to try something.’ He smiles and says ‘okay’, his hips reluctantly laying flat on the bed. I move into a more comfortable position and, with my hand still wrapped around the base, take as much of him into my mouth as I can. He lets out a groan, swearing under his breath as I start to suck and run my tongue around his throbbing cock.

I spend about the next ten minutes giving him, by all accounts, a stellar blowjob. His hands are all over me, he swears, asks me how, with the dry spell I’ve had, *how* I’m so good at this, compliments my technique, tells me how good it feels… I alternate between sucking his cock, stroking it, licking and sucking his balls, and running my hands all over his body. After a while his breathing gets faster, and he’s telling me not to stop. I can feel his cock throbbing in my mouth; the head pulsating as I suck on it harder and faster. His hands in my hair, on my back, pulling at my dress. ‘Keep going, keep going, ohhh, ohhhhhhfuckkeepgoing.’ I can feel his balls getting tighter, his breathing is getting faster… He’s so close… but I take a breath at the wrong moment and it passes. ‘Sorry.’ I look up at him, sheepish, a bit out of breath, and he asks if I need a break. I definitely need a break, so I kiss my way back up his body, kiss his soft lips, his neck, his ear, his shoulder, before I settle in next to him.

My hands are still roaming his body as his right hand comes up from the bed and starts to stroke his still throbbing cock. I smile, and move back down between his legs. He tells me he likes it when I play with his balls, and that’s exactly where I’m going. I take them one at a time into my mouth, roll my tongue over them, lightly suck the skin. His strokes get faster, and I move up to lick and suck the base of his cock. He moans and tells me how good it is, and that he’s so ready to cum but he can wait if I want him too. What?! I want him to cum whenever he’s ready, which I say, kissing his stomach. I reach between his legs and gently pull his balls, rolling them between my hands as he strokes harder and faster. ‘I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!’ And he does, in a big way. All over his stomach, my arms, my bed, and his legs. ‘Shit. Sorry. Didn’t even think about that.’ We’re both laughing as I try to find some tissues. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ I say, leaning over to kiss him again.

As he’s leaving, he kisses me a couple more times and says he’ll see me again soon. I smack him lightly on the butt and say ‘I hope so.’

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5r7cit/fm_had_my_first_booty_call_is_it_still_a_booty