Jenny and I were regulars at my neighborhood bar. She usually sat with friends, but one night she was alone and joined me. She was fit, attractive, quite a bit older, and tall. I’m 5′-10, and I’d say she had an inch on me. Her style was what I’d call “cute conservative”. She wore jeans that showed off her figure, and her top landed just below the top of her jeans which revealed hints of skin as she shifted in her seat. She had shoulder length dark hair and brown eyes.
Thanks to our familiarity and prior banter across the bar, our first one on one conversation flowed easily and naturally. The more we talked, the more chemistry I felt. Our mutual buzzes certainly helped grease the wheels. We got on so well that it felt natural to suggest she leave her car and join me for the quick walk to my place.
Once inside, I led her to my bedroom where we made out and undressed. As we kissed and touched each other, I could tell that she was going to be very vocal. I paused to grab a condom, and said “I want you against the wall”. She giggled and eagerly stepped back. Wall sex is my Achilles heel of positions, but thanks to her height, I couldn’t resist.
We faced each other to start, and I lasted long enough to turn her around. As I entered her from behind I pulled her hips against me and pressed my thighs up against the backs of her legs. I was overwhelmed by everything – being inside her, grabbing her tits and hips, touching her pussy, feeling her ass against my legs, and her moans. It didn’t take long for me to pass the point of no return. I pressed deep inside and groaned as I came into my condom.
After a bathroom break, we met on my bed. We talked and caressed each other which led to kissing and less talking. Jenny began touching herself which prompted me to do the same. I was so turned on by her pleasure that I was hard again in a couple minutes. She was up for round 2, so I grabbed another condom and she hopped on top. She sat up as she slid over my cock. I played with her tits and held her hips. Jenny picked up the pace and before I knew it she was going hard and fast with moans and gasps to drown out the squeaking of my cheap bed. It didn’t take her long to come and she hinged forward to catch her breath and make out with me.
I asked if she was game to keep going. She smiled and we rolled over. I fucked her slow and deep and she implored me to go faster. As I picked up the pace, she increased her volume to as loud as she was before she came. I was working up a sweat as I took turns kissing her mouth and kissing her tits while thrusting deep and fast. When I slowed the pace to catch my breath, I felt my orgasm begin. I let her know I was about to come, and she urgently pulled my cock out of her pussy, ripped the condom off, and squeezed my load out onto her stomach. Ok, “load” is a generous term for my second orgasm, but holy shit. That was hot.
This was the beginning of a glorious FWB arrangement. I’m still turned on thinking of her excitement from grabbing my cock and enjoying me coming on her. Even in doggy, she’d manage to flip onto her back and rip off my condom in time for me to come. She wasn’t up for intentional facials. However, I occasionally shot my load up to her neck and face from lower down, and she fucking loved that.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mzzf3b/25_m_37_f_i_loved_how_she_ripped_my_condom_off
Hot, hot, hot!