*as often the case, you find the good stuff below the line*
As someone who believes in science, and was actually in China when COVID hit, I’ve taken the lockdown pretty seriously from the start. And in my three-person bubble was my wife and her mom. Period. I was working from home before all this hit so, part from my travel schedule going up in smoke, it didn’t change that much in my life, except for one thing. I have an open marriage, and in the past I generally tried to keep my recreation on the road. Not that my wife isn’t supportive and all, but it’s just simpler for everyone that way. On top of that, I was *never* going to do something that put her mom at risk. Killing someone to indulge my raging libido was going to be a kind of guilt I couldn’t deal with.
But since that energy had to go SOMEWHERE, we put together a home gym. I was never that in to working out before, because I’ve always had a Hugh metabolism, and been the tall, skinny type. But, dammit, I needed to do something. Was bodybuilding and masturbation a replacement for sex? Not really, though it kept me from climbing up the walls.
In parallel to this, an old friend with benefits was moving. (There’s a long story involving inside jokes about Los Angeles geography and how she was now more miles away but closer.) She had responded to the pandemic like me: she picked one boyfriend, bubbled down, and stayed home, and built a gym. Of course, she ALSO bought a house and moved. Amazing what that energy can make you do. Plus, her house was very 80’s, and there were an abundance of remodeling opportunities.
We had actually said hi a few times and had backyard picnics, but both respected the situation. Since we’re both of similar age (early 40’s) we were able to handle ourselves maturely, and it was enough to make me rethink my fondness for girls with daddy issues a little. But this week, when I dropped by her new home to see it, it was in the heels of both of us having negative covid tests. And since her boyfriend lives by her old place with his family, and her roommate was out with his boyfriend, we were alone.
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We had been enjoying the picnic in her atrium-style backyard by the pool, and she was wearing yoga pants, a running top, and a sports bra. Like me, she’s tall: 5’10. I’m 6’4”, so it works out. And her year of pouring excess libido had clearly paid off, we had each dropped around 20 pounds and her ass looking the best I’ve ever seen it. During the conversation I tried to adjust my posture and see if she would respond, or touch her, but I got nothing back. Maybe this would just be lunch. After a couple hours, I decided I would go. We walked back inside, and she was babbling about her new appliances. I turned around suddenly and kissed her. Her lips parted and she kissed back. We stood there in her kitchen, just making out. Fuck this was nice. I missed it. My hand slid up her front to grope her breast through her two sports bras. (I hadn’t realized she double-layered.) she stopped me, protesting that we shouldn’t. I said okay, and kissed her again, intended just to put a period at the end of the thought, and go on, actually pretty happy. But the kiss deepened almost instantly, and we were back to making out again.
“God it’s nice you’re tall. Andrew is shorter than me and it’s weird. Well, not weird, but..” I kissed her again. I understood the issue: she hadn’t expected this, and she wanted to clear it with Andrew, and all she would allow herself was some kissing. Fair enough. (Their relationship had been *very* open pre-lockdown, so it wasn’t a big deal, but still.) Finally, we had to back down, because it was going to be a bit much.
As we walked to her door, we walked past her bedroom, where her closet faced the door. Like a lot of 80’s houses, it was floor-to-ceiling sliding mirror doors, and decided to fight a little dirty. I stopped her and faces her to the mirror, standing behind her, and my hands slid across her body as I kissed her neck. She watched herself in the mirror, as my hands moved across her hips, and chest. I was careful at first not to push it too hard. Her breathing changed, getting deeper, and I felt her skin get hot, and a film of sweat burst out. She moaned softly. Her hands went to my hips, pulling me against her, and she felt the bulge in my jeans on the small of her back, reminded her of my height again. I don’t know if it was a deliberate move or just a reflex when her slid up to grasp my clothes erection, but once it did, I could feel the change in her mind. I turned her chin breaking her view of herself to kiss her. There was a difference in the kiss now – an urgency. She turned to face me, and my hands slid under her yoga pants and underwear to her hips, enjoying the benefits of her fitness and pulling her tight against me.
Her hands balled up my shirt and pulled me against her. I kept kissing, trying to decide the next move. I pushed her yoga pants down, baring her ass. She broke the kiss, smiling agains my lips. Maybe that was too far. As she started to adjust them up I decided to grab her auburn hair, tied in a bun this whole time, and pull her head back. I knew she liked this. My plan was to tilt it back and kiss her neck. She dropped to her knees. Her eyes looked up at me. We hadn’t planned on this. But in for a pence, in for a pound. I pushed her face against my jeans, and her mouth opened, and she laid kisses on the bulge in my jeans. I guided her over my clothed erection, and she played along. Somehow, this was still okay, our eyes burning each other.
She gives some of the best blowjobs on earth. She knows it, I know it. She doesn’t like to get me off, because she likes to fuck too much, and I’m fine with that deal. But right here, we know what’s on the table. She also knows i am just as good returning the favor, and that I will make sure she loses count of how many orgasms she has. We know we are really good together, and from this moment, her on her knees in front of me, it is going to be almost impossible to back out. But there is that tension that actually taking clothes off is a step too far.
She shift her weight back on her feet, caressing my bulge. She looks at me. Her fingers curl into the waistband of my jeans. “I really need to talk with Andrew first.” Dammit.
“But we WILL pick this up again.”
We’d better.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kylgqh/something_good_happening_in_quarantine_with_a
Nice story man. So, so close.