First time after lockdown [M] [F]

Covid times hit me hard. I ended up getting the virus late last year and it left me pretty weak. Then the country pretty much locked down from December through to May. I lived alone through it all and pretty much saw no-one.

Throughout the entire period I kept getting messaged by this girl Chloe, on pretty much every form of social media that exists. There were three things that anyone who saw her immediately noticed about Chloe: she was very short, well under five feet; her skin was quite literally as pale as milk; she had very large breasts, which she kept jacked up and pretty much bared in every outfit I ever saw her in.

We first met a few years ago at an ex-girlfriend of mine’s party, and Chloe was very drunk and wearing a lacy black top from which a huge expanse of creamy cleavage was spilling. Her hair was blonde then and spilling down in curls to frame her face and caress her shoulders. She had dark brown eyes and almost too prominent cheek bones, like how if you think about kissing Benedict Cumberbatch you get scared thinking he’ll slash up your face with his face. She had plump lips and a small mouth, which she’d painted a dark plum colour.

She was immediately flirty with me, touching me a lot and brushing her hand over her chest seemingly idly as we talked, trailing the backs of her fingers down from her slender neck to the tops of her breasts and then playing lightly with her fingernails in the space between them. She would laugh too hard at anything I said, even though I wasn’t really trying to be funny. She didn’t take my many hints that I wished to circulate elsewhere.

So why did I want to be elsewhere? I basically just felt no chemistry with her. She was prettyish, sexy and seemed like she’d be interested, but there was something mercenary in her gaze that troubled me. Also, this is shallow, but she had a pretty heavy jaw and it reminded me a little of my brother’s bulldog. I was also casually seeing another girl at the time and I liked her a lot and the sex was amazing, so Chloe didn’t get my full attention.

Anyway, that night she added me on insta and snapchat and later on Facebook. She would then sometimes message me, late at night, about whether I’d seen her latest insta post (inevitably her in a bikini, or “cosplay” that was very little costume and very much flesh) or to chat about the inevitably disappointing sex she was having with some new guy. She would always turn any topic to something at least vaguely sexual. The messages came in flurries – a dozen messages in one night, then nothing for over a month. I would always reply politely but noncommittally.

She kept up pestering me over covid, with much greater frequency, and to be blunt I was so lonely and isolated that I ended up agreeing to go for a walk with her. I can’t really defend myself – most of my friends and colleagues were self-isolating in cities far from me, and I had never felt so alone.
We met in a wooded park equidistant to both of us. It was a mild day, the sky vivid blue and strewn with a dusting of thin cumulus cloud, but just a bite of chill in the air. I was sitting on a bench at the entrance to the park, wearing jeans, with a t-shirt and a zip up hoodie. Chloe walked in a few minutes late. Her hair was red now and straightened, and it had grown long enough that it hung past her breasts. She was heavily made up, with dark mascara, smoky eye make up and a rich blush on her cheeks. She was wearing a mesh halter top in some kind of metallic fabric, through which I could see glimpses of black bra, and her boobs bulged perilously close to bursting out of it. She was wearing cut off jeans that went perhaps three inches down her legs and were so tight they made her thighs bulge against the fabric. I stood up to greet her.

“Great to see you, hun, how’ve you been?“ she said and before I could mention health protocol or stop her, she was hugging me. The hug lingered, and as I felt her soft body press into me, felt her hair brush beneath my chin and smelled the clean, floral scent of her, I felt my cock begin to stir. I tried, as subtly as you can do something like that, to back my pelvis away from her, but when she finally let go the hug, I think she looked thoughtful.

“Shall we?” I said, gesturing down the hill to the park below. “Let’s,” she said, and wrapped her left arm around my right. We walked around the park for perhaps an hour, taking about friends we hadn’t seen and family we were missing. She kept “accidentally” grazing her breasts against me, or letting her butt bump into me. Often she would turn to me when speaking and bring her face very close to mine, then hold for a long moment, as if thinking about kissing me, or daring me to kiss her. Eventually, she said, “Let’s sit for a bit, my feet are sore. New shoes.”

We were in the far edges of the park, almost a forest, and below the trees the ground was mossy and dry. “Do you mind if we sit here?” she said, gesturing at a patch of ground beneath a pretty old looking tree – I wish I could be more specific, but botany has never been a skill. We sat silently for a while, and she leaned against me as we watched the day. There was no-one around and in the quiet a family of rabbits wandered out between the trees and sat briefly in a clearing, before heading off on their way. When they appeared Chloe grabbed my hand tightly and her nails clenched on my skin deep enough to hurt. “So cute!” she whispered, and I felt her body tense against mine with delight. She relaxed again as the rabbits left.

“So should we…” I began to say and she planted her lips on mine. Her kiss was more tentative, less confident, than I expected. She felt so soft and good against me, that I kissed her back, and before long her kisses were fiercer and our tongues were dancing back and forth between our mouths.
“Mmm,” she said. “I haven’t kissed anyone in months.” She smiled coyly, “Or anything else.”
“Me either,” I said and my voice felt thick in my throat.

We went back to kissing and our hands began to explore each other. Finally she touched my cock through the jeans, her fingers pressing first against the base and then roaming down ever further, her delight growing as she kept failing to find the end of it. “My god,” she said. “Can I see?” I looked around and, seeing we were totally alone, I nodded. Likely I would have if there had been an entire convent of nuns watching. I arched up my hips and unbuckled my belt. She unsnapped a couple of my jeans buttons and then tugged down the jeans and my boxers until my very rigid cock popped free. “Oh fuck,” she said. “Steph said it was big, but I had no idea.” Steph was the ex at whose party we had met.

She bent over me and took the head of my cock in her mouth. Her teeth grazed over my cock-head quite a bit, but my cock is very thick and I’ve only had a couple of women with mouths large enough to blow me without slightly grating it. She managed to engulf a few inches, less than half my length, and began swirling her tongue over me before she gagged a bit. My cock popped out of her mouth and she took me in her hands and stroked slow and firm. “Can we go to my place?” she asked. What can I say? I agreed.

Her place was about fifteen minutes away, but the journey took longer because we kept stopping to make out along the route. When we got to hers, she closed the door and as she locked it I pressed her against it and kissed her hard. My hand slipped inside her shorts and I curled a finger against her cunt. She was sopping wet. I delicately stroked her clit and she squirmed against me, writhing with delight. I kissed her neck, and down over her body to kiss and lick at the tops of her breasts. With my free hand I tugged down her bra, freeing one breast and I took her huge pink nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. She was moaning, frantic. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “I need you to fuck me.”

We went to the bedroom and undressed. Out of the bra, her breasts were a bit smaller – the bra was both padded and push up – but still huge. They hung down heavily, sloping elegantly into beautifully rounded orbs the size of cantaloupes, capped with puffy pink areolas and big thick nipples. She kicked off her shorts to reveal a pink bikini brief. I put my thumbs in the material on either side and began to kiss her gently rounded belly. Slowly I wended my way down until my tongue was licking just above the band of material, then I tugged them off slowly and began to kiss her mound.

She had a thick patch of brown woolly hair above her pussy, which was plump with lips much darker than the surrounding skin. Her lips glistened with how wet she was and were swollen to reveal the coral pink flesh within. Her clit was prominent and very suckable, so I did. She bucked against me and I kept sucking on her clit as I slipped a finger inside her tight cunt. She collapsed back on her bed and I kept up my very enjoyable work. Eventually her nails clenched on my shoulder. “Are you alright?” I asked.

She took hold of my face and pulled me up her body to kiss her. “If you keep going I’m going to come,” she said, “and I want to come from this,” and her hand wrapped around my hard cock and stroked it slowly, from base to tip and back again.

“Do you have condoms?” I asked.

She opened the bottom drawer of her night stand, and I saw she had a small pink vibrator, a pair of fuzzy-fabric lined handcuffs and a box of Durex. She fidgeted around until her hand found the condoms, and brought them out. “Get on your back,” she said, and she climbed on top of me. She sucked on my cock again, but this time managed even less of it. “I’ll do better next time,” she said. She took out the condom, pinched the tip expertly, and then rolled it down my shaft. Or at least tried to. “This is so tight,” she said. My cock was going purple and looked nastily squished by the condom. “You’re so big, I’ve never seen anything like this. Is it sore?”

I kissed her. “It’s not amazing, but it’s fine,” I said. “I usually use a slightly larger brand.” I typically order MySize 69s, which you can get on Amazon – great condom. She wrapped both her hands around my condom-sheathed cock and stroked up and down. The material tore a bit. “Shit,” she said.
“Don’t worry, we can do other stuff,” I told her.

She unrolled the ruined condom off me, and began to stroke me harder. “You can’t show me this and not expect me to fuck it,” she told me. She looked thoughtful. “Listen, I haven’t been with anyone in 6 months,” I said me either, “and I had a clean bill of health last time I was tested. So…”

“We shouldn’t,” I said. “We can do it another time.”

She straddled me and dragged the sopping wet lips of her pussy along the shaft of my cock. “Don’t you want to be inside me, to feel me?” She planted soft kisses on my chest and ground against me. “To feel this?” I could feel the wet heat of her pussy, my cock head pressed right against it. She would barely need to move and I would start to enter her.

“Please,” she said, extending the syllables and placing one finger seductively in her mouth. “I need to feel this big big cock inside me.”

I couldn’t resist. It had been so long and I was so horny. I nodded. She reached between her legs and grabbed my cock, guided it up. She lifted her hips and placed her pussy on the head of my cock. She began to push against it and I felt resistance as her tight lips refused to part wide enough to let my cock inside. She spread herself with her other hand and guided me in. She managed barely an inch at first, and then a little more, before she was gasping. She felt so tight around me, impossibly tight, but also wet and so hot. “Can’t you manage any more than that?” I said to her, and raised one eyebrow.

She giggled. “Fuck you,” she said, joking, and slowly she took more and more of me, until our bodies were locked together. I kissed her, while she lay perfectly still on me, my cock buried deep inside her. “Oh my god,” she said. “I’ve never felt like this, so full.” I took her buttocks in my hands. She had these long, almost tear-drop shaped buttocks, and I began to knead them. Slowly she raised her hips, until my cock was barely inside her, then slowly she slid back down on me. She arched her back, and I took her nipples into my mouth, one after the other. In less than a minute I felt her body spasm, and her pussy clamped down on me as she came. She collapsed on top of me, gasping.

“Are you done?” I asked her.

“No,” she said, and after a few moments she began to ride me again, wilder this time and furiously. The bed rattled hard against the wall, and we were rough with each other, my hands hard on her ass as I pulled her down ever harder on my cock, her fingers clawing deep wounds in my shoulders. I kissed and sucked and licked at the parts of her I could reach as she fucked me to another orgasm. “I’m spent,” she said, “this time” and rolled off me.

My cock jutted up, raging hard and slick and glistening with her juices. “But I haven’t come yet,” I said.
She spread her legs, and fingered her reddened pussy. “I want you to use me… use this… for your pleasure.” She pulled me on top of her. “I want you to fuck me with that monster.”

I entered her fast and began to thrust, long slow hard thrusts. When I felt her come again, and heard her moan my name, I only fucked her harder until finally, feeling my own orgasm approaching, I pulled out. “Come on my boobs,” she said. I sat back on the bed and she took my cock in her hands and stroked it until I came hard, a thick white rope of come spraying out and splashing against her big, lovely tits.

Afterwards she was lying next to me in bed. “We should do this again sometime,” she said.

“Eh,” I said. “I dunno.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/og3pu0/first_time_after_lockdown_m_f