The phone buzzed quietly on my desk with a text from Lucy.
“Hey Marco. Are you working from home tomorrow?”
“Hey Lucy, how are you? No plans, why?”
“Got a meeting in the morning near your place. Could do with finding some wifi before I head home.”
“Sure, I’ll WFH then. You’re welcome to drop in whenever.”
As it turned out, her meeting was scheduled to take until lunchtime, so we arranged to meet for lunch in a coffee shop on the high street. My day was quiet so I decided to swing by the gym for an hour first, but I lost track of time and didn’t have time to shower, just splashed some water over my face and then headed to the coffee shop in joggers, hoodie and trainers. I guessed turning up like that meant Lucy would take the piss out of me for looking like a chav, but I was looking forward to seeing her again.
Lucy was my ex-girlfriend’s best friend; they’d been inseparable since primary school. While I was with my ex we got on well, a bit flirty but nothing to cross the line, I just liked her energy. She’d kept in touch occasionally after I broke up with her friend, checking I was OK; but obviously I assumed anything I told her would get back to my ex so I was non-committal and didn’t say anything much, but she knew I was single.
A couple of months later, about 9pm on a Friday night she had texted me a picture of herself, with the caption “what do you think?”. Taken full length in a mirror in a sideways pose, naked except for a sheer bodysuit, and holding a nearly-empty wine glass. She’d always struggled with her weight but had lost quite a lot since I’d seen her last, dropping from a chubby size 18 down to a curvy size 14 (UK sizes). Through the fabric I thought her boobs had shrunk a little but were still good, and her bum now had more shape to it than before: I guessed she’d been doing squats. Of course, I replied that she looked amazing and congratulated her on her hard work. She sent me a couple of other angles, nothing too revealing, although her nipples poking through the material suggested she was enjoying her evening.
And now she sat opposite me in a business pencil skirt, white blouse, and sensible shoes, predictably mocking me for looking like a chav. We finished our coffees and cakes and headed back to my flat; I’d cleared off the table so she’d have somewhere to work and written down the wifi details. My desk was in my room, so I left her to sort out her laptop.
“I’m off to check the office hasn’t burned down while I’ve been out, then I need a shower. Shout if you need anything, right?”
“Sure, chav boy.”
Happily my inbox had remained silent since the morning, so I hopped into the shower, freshened up and then picked a clean pair of joggers out of the drawer. As I did so, I heard a low whistle from Lucy standing in the doorway watching me, and covered my modesty with them as I turned around and sat on my chair.
“You like being naked, don’t you?”
“Well, I am in my own bedroom, Lucy.”
“No, I mean in general. You-know-who used to tell me she liked how you’d just walk around naked after a shower.”
“Well, I’ve nothing to hide, this is my flat, I quite like my body…”
“Go on then, what’s the rest look like?”
“I’m not sure that would be a good idea…”
“Ah, come on. You said you quite like it, show me! It’s not like I’m going to tell her, is it?”
“No…”
“And you’ve already seen me.”
“And as I said before, you look great.”
“Show us your cock then.”
Accepting defeat, I removed the joggers from my lap, unsticking my balls and rearranging my soft cock so it sat comfortably, though it was starting to grow a little. Lucy didn’t say anything, just looked me up and down with a strange look in her eyes.
Up to this point the whole episode was oddly un-erotic. I’d known Lucy for a few years, never really thought about her sexually, met her for lunch, and now I was sitting naked while she stood in front of me fully dressed. It was slightly awkward and we needed to work out what was happening.
“I think you look overdressed now.” I said quietly.
“Cheek. You’ve seen it all before.”
“Only on a little phone screen… it doesn’t count. And I haven’t seen it all…”
“I’m shy, Marco. I know I talk a lot but it’s all talk.”
“That’s OK, I’ve seen it all before apparently. No pressure though, it’s absolutely up to you.”
She sighed. “OK. Turn around.”
I did as she asked – though in the reflection on my computer screen I could see her outline in the doorway. She unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off, and I heard the sounds of her bra unclipping before she tossed it onto the floor. After a moment of silence I looked back at her, now naked from the waist up, her wavy dark brown hair sitting on her shoulders.
Biting her lower lip, she was holding her boobs in her hands, supporting them and covering her nipples. Her stomach showed the signs of her changing weight: stretch marks here and there, now a little saggy where she had lost some, and a few little folds of skin around her belly button.
“I’m so nervous. Come and kiss me, Marco.”
I got up and slowly crossed the room, trying to ignore my growing cock swinging lazily from side to side as I walked. Placing a hand on her cheek, I bent slightly and kissed her closed lips, firmly but gently. She responded, kissing me back and then dropping her hands to run them down the sides of my torso, pressing her soft chest into mine.
I stepped back for a moment, holding her hands, taking a good look at her. Yes, she was no swimwear model, but all in proportion. Her large smooth light pink areolae surrounded small pink nipples which pointed slightly downwards at the ends of her pendulous boobs.
“You don’t have anything to be nervous about. As I said, you look great. Those tits are something else.”
“Thank you.”
I laughed. “You know I want to see the rest now?”
“I know.”
“But only if you want to, genuinely. You’re safe, you know I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“Yes, Marco. I… you know that’s why I came here? I knew I could trust you, I’ve just always been self-conscious of guys seeing my body, even my ex-husband.” She looked thoughtful. “And I always wanted to know whether she was exaggerating about your manhood…”
My swollen cock was now sitting at a semi erect 4 o’clock angle. I gestured towards it, laughing. “Well, it is what it is. I like it.”
Lucy’s eyes widened. “Can I…?”
I gestured my approval and moved one of her hands to my hip. She took the hint and nervously slid her fingers down to its base, before kneeling down in front of me, making a fist and slowly starting to pump up and down my stiffening shaft.
“Oh hello…” I murmured.
“It’s proper fat, Marco. She wasn’t exaggerating after all: not too long but really fat.”
Her tongue lapped gently at my large shiny cock head and I grew to fully erect as she continued pumping her hand for a few minutes, humming her enjoyment as I stroked her hair.
Suddenly Lucy stood up and looked me in the eyes. “Marco, I want you to fuck me. Just do to me what you want. I’m still nervous but I want you to do it.” She quickly lay herself down on my bed, her big tits bouncing on her chest as she landed.
“If you’re sure?”
“Don’t you want to?”
“Are you kidding, of course I do.”
I climbed onto the bed with her, leaning over to kiss her on the lips as I explored her compliant body with my hands. Her skin was soft, her tits sagging over to either side of her rib cage a little, but she shivered as I drew circles around her hardening nipples with my fingertips. Encouraged by her murmurs of “Don’t stop…” I ran my hand down across her skirt, feeling her smooth thick thighs.
“Definitely overdressed.” I said.
One small zip at the waist of her skirt and I could slide it down her legs, tossing it on the floor, leaving only her lacy blue panties between us. I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her again, holding her body close against mine, my hard cock pressing into her thigh. Her hands held onto my shoulders as she whispered “go on… I want that cock inside me.”
Kissing down her chest in a line and across her stomach, I moved down to her panties. Smoothing her thighs with my hands, I kissed the small fabric triangle, noting the warm scent of her arousal rising from it. With my tongue I slipped lower down between her thighs, pressing my tongue on a damp area, then looked up at her. As she blinked her anticipation, I slipped my fingers around the sides and drew them gently towards me unveiling her perfectly shaved peachy vulva, a shiny trail of juices already coating the inner folds between her puffy outer lips.
“Mmm… you know shaved is my favourite, right?”
“Yes, you-know-who told me that too.”
“I feel like you planned this?”
She laughed. “Well… I do know they have wifi in coffee shops…”
I let out a groan and buried my face in her pussy, my tongue seeking out her inner lips, running up and down them, and dipping the tip into her warm hole to taste her sweetness, before concentrating on her clit buried deep at the top. Using long flat strokes I teased her patiently, hearing her breathing get deeper. After a few minutes, she pulled my head up; seeking out my cock again and pumping it with her hand.
“Marco, I said I want you to fuck me. My cunt is fucking aching, put your cock in me.”
I grabbed a condom from the side and slid it on. Kneeling in front of her spread legs, I tapped her pussy with the tip and eased inside, slowly but firmly. She was certainly ready, and I rested my hands on her ribcage, cupping her big tits as I stroked in and out, her pussy easily accepting my girth as she looked deep into my eyes, her mouth open as she gasped and rocked her hips in time with mine.
“Oh my… oh yes… that’s it, that’s right. Give it to me.”
Seeing her impaled on my cock had me raising the pace until I was ramming her furiously into the bed. After a while I adjusted to a shallower angle, raising her knees, and continued hoping to find her g-spot with my probing. Her gasps became more breathy as I gave her my full length in this position and continued to pound away. She held her tits together on her chest, the shock waves rippling through them as she played with her nipples. After some minutes of this I felt her body tense, quivering all over, silently holding her breath for ten or fifteen seconds until the quivering subsided. I paused, my cock still buried deep inside her.
“Wow… well I didn’t expect that!” She gasped eventually.
“Are you OK?”
“I am now. Anyway… who said you could stop? Are you finished fucking me?”
“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone come silently before. It’s a good trick!”
I leaned down and, smiling, we kissed again as I started slowly sliding in and out of her again, grinding my pelvis against hers.
“You want fucking then? Roll over.” I ordered, and as she did, pulled her wide hips towards me. “I’ll give you a fucking.”
Grabbing a handful of her arse, enjoying the wobble, I lined my cock up with her wide open pussy and immediately plunged it inside doggy style, giving her long strokes, bouncing off her arse and enjoying the juicy slapping noises as I drilled my cock into her. It seemed her orgasm had released her tongue as she started exhorting me to further efforts.
“Gnnnarrgh, oh yes Marco, that’s what I want. That’s what I came for. Ram that fat cock into me. Uhhhh… Fuck my pussy properly.”
I could see her tits swinging with the rhythm of our fucking, and reached down to feel their warm weight, flicking at her nipples before resuming my pounding at her pussy. Before long, the combination of her soaking wet hole and the fast pace had me at the point of no return.
“I’m nearly ready…” I panted.
“Come inside me, Marco. I want to feel it.”
A few seconds later I did so, grabbing onto her hips tightly to slam my cock its full depth and filling the condom with my sperm. I stayed inside until the sensation faded and then pulled out, laying alongside Lucy as we both regained our breath.
She broke the silence first. “Was worth my dropping by, wasn’t it?”
“Certainly was. You like being fucked hard then? Plenty of guys like to have a bit of cushion.”
“Including you?”
“I’m more equal opportunities. I loved watching your arse bounce on my cock though.”
She laughed. “Well I think I need a shower now.”
“Go ahead.”
I’d love to say that there were more parts to this story: but after her shower and a brief naked cuddle Lucy had to head home, a couple of hours drive away. Soon after that she changed jobs, moved further North, and married a guy in the Army. We’ve actually never seen each other again in over ten years since but I hope she’s well.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m8dr84/afternoon_delight_mf