The most unlikely thing happened to me one Sunday evening after making my weekly trip to the supermarket. When I came home, I sat the groceries down and unpacked the bags, then I grabbed my phone and some food, sat back, and checked my Instagram notifications. Someone new had liked my pictures — someone I didn’t know, and she still hadn’t followed my page. I took the bait! I checked her profile, I followed her and then I messaged her. We spoke from that point into the night, and at the end of our conversation, I told her I had to leave – I was going out – but I invited her to go walking with me the next day. She agreed, we made arrangements and then I left.
The next day, we texted from the morning until the early afternoon. I told her I was making lunch and she asked me if she could have some.
I said, “Sure. I should be able to spare some.”
“Or I can have something else if I can’t have lunch.” she remarked.
With a piqued curiosity, I queried, “What else would you like to have?”
“Let’s leave that to the imagination.”
“You naughty girl!”
“I can show you too, if you would like”. My eyebrows raised.
Before I could get a chance to respond, she changed the topic, and every time I would ask her to divulge, she would again change the topic, but I went along with it.
When I went to pick her up, she was sporting a mini skirt and flip-flops: it was clothing that was sort of ill-suited for the occasion but at least she brought her water bottle. On our way to the starting point, I attempted to build some rapport, and that went well. Our chemistry and comfort with each other grew through the roof in under 10 minutes. There was that cliché thought of, “I feel like I’ve known her for years!” although I didn’t even know her last name. Unsurprisingly, I chose to ask her what she was referring to when she said, “I can show you…”. She again refused to spill the beans. Though I had already gotten the idea, I just wanted her to say it. We got to the starting point, and we got out of the car and started walking. We were chatting quite a bit along the way. Every time she would stop to take a break, I would tap her butt and say, “Come on!” or, “Keep going.” and she would just look back at me and smile.
On our way back to the car and as the sun started to set, I decided to test my theory as to what she might have meant. As she stopped to take a break, I got in front of her and looked her in the eyes as I moved towards her lips, but she wasn’t motioning to kiss me back, so I started walking again. She stopped once more, and I tried again. She still wasn’t making a move to kiss back; she was just standing there looking at me with a slight smirk. I moved in again but as I got close to her lips, I shifted my head and started kissing her neck. She still didn’t make a move, so I told her, “Let’s go.” As she stopped to take one final break, I moved in again, but this time as I went to kiss her neck, I made sure to press my already erected cock against her pelvis. I could hear her quiet half-moans as she tried to not give away how much she was enjoying herself. I kissed her neck, all the way up to the side of her chin then pressed my lips against hers. She finally kissed back, but with the aggression of a woman who just couldn’t contain herself anymore. “Let’s go back to the car.” she voiced, excitedly.
After we got into the car, I leaned over and started kissing her again. This time I placed my hand on her breast and teased her nipples through the fabric. She pushed me back and took my shirt off. I leaned over and took off her shirt and bra to reveal her tiny, perky breasts. I couldn’t help it: I was paralyzed with awe as I looked at them. She leaned over as I continued to stare and kissed me. I placed my hand on her leg and dragged my fingers as I moved them towards her panties. She quivered at the first touch, and I rubbed her through her panties until I felt my fingers getting moist. I showed them to her, winked and hopped onto the back seat. I didn’t need to say anything: she followed me. I removed the skirt and panties and opened her legs as slowly as a new book to uncover her shaved vagina. I played with her pussy as I kissed the entirety of her upper body and sucked on her breasts. She grabbed my head, and I could feel the downward pressure being applied: I knew what she wanted, and I acquiesced. I circled my tongue around her clit, teasing it. As I started licking her clit, the moans grew louder, and she threw her head backward and arched her back. She grabbed my head as my mouth continued to be filled with her essence. I simultaneously massaged the roof of her vagina, and before I knew it, she was cumming. “Fuccccccckkk!” she yelled as she covered her mouth, trying to muffle her own screams. I raised my head and she looked at me, saying, “Your turn!”
I sat down and she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking away like the true professional she was. I grabbed her head as she deep-throated me without a single gag. I played with her pussy from the back and while blowing me, she stopped a few times to embrace the pleasure she was receiving. I couldn’t help it: I loved seeing her reactions! She focused on the back of my head (my most sensitive spot). I could feel myself getting closer to just exploding and I begged her to keep going; she kept up the pace and in no time, I came.
“Good girl! You got all of it?”, I asked her.
“I did.” She sat back, looked at me, then licked her finger. “I couldn’t let you stain your seats.”
“Let me fuck you.” I told her. She laid down and as I put it in, she gasped, and with each additional depth reached, the gasps grew longer. I caressed her clit as I pumped away, adjusting the pressure and speed as I gauged her responses. I could see the juices flowing from her! I couldn’t believe how wet she was! The look she was giving me as I fucked her was so sexy, and it brought me ever closer to blowing another load. She screamed my name, begging me not to stop, and in a flash, she came again. Her eyes rolled to the top of her head to the point I could only see the white of her eyes, and the grip she had on my ass as I was thrusting suddenly loosened as she collapsed in total ecstasy. While she caught her breath, she uttered between pauses, “I…could…fuck you…everyday!”
I took her home and as she got out of the car, I slapped her ass.
She turned around and I asked, “When will I see you again?”
“Tomorrow.” She looked at me with a side-eye and a grin.”…but no sex!” She gave me a goodbye kiss and walked to her front door.
As she spun the knob, I shouted, playfully, “Is that a promise?”
She turned to me and shouted back as she entered the house: “Maybe…maybe it isn’t!”
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