*repost from deleted account*
If you met me in the supermarket you would quickly forget me searching for the next item on your list. Im not that woke, nor that conservative. What few people know is one of my favorite ways to occasionally recalibrate is to go to a club and just ugly dance my ass off. I barely talk to ppl other than the bartender and thanking the DJ if given opportunity.
One night became different when I found myself quietly standing next to a curly haired red head. She was wearing a shirt and blazer, and dress pants. She looked about as out of place as me. I thought about starting a conversation but with the deafening music and since I enjoy the isolation of a crowd I left her be to go dance to a favorite song. When I came back to my favorite out of the way corner she was still there. So I introduced myself. The club was packed and awkwardly standing next to her in silence seemed worse than forced conversation, at least that’s what the alcohol told me. Turns out the conversation wasn’t that forced, and after several minutes and another drink she joined me on the dance floor. The dancing was a little awkward I’m about 6 foot, she’s probably 5’5, we barely touched, and I loved every minute. Her outfit was collected and reserved. Her smile was honest and uninhibited.
She asked me to walk her out to her car after last call. We were in a fairly sketchy part of town so I didn’t hesitate. When we got there she gave me a hug then pulled my hands under her shirt to her breasts. She didn’t try to kiss me. She just held them there with this smirk that was the most wild and sexy expression I had ever experienced. I tried to pull away at first saying im married. She laughed saying “i know, i can feel the ring. There’s nothing wrong with squeezing them.” She like helped my hands, but I did. I was getting horny and couldn’t resist. She had these delightful B cups that were perky and perfect on her petite body.
She removed my hands, sat down in her car, we exchanged numbers, and she left.
I was left standing there conflicted, happy, and horny. I went as far as keeping her number in my phone but couldn’t bring myself to text her. Weeks went by and my wife just happened to be out of town on a business trip until about noon the following day. I was having a lovely evening playing video games and enjoying a scotch. I had rather successfully moved past the experience. Glad it happened, but focusing on life, when I get this group text from her at like 10:30 that night with almost 30 other numbers in it. “My fiance just kicked me out. My car is packed full of stuff and I can’t really sleep in my car. Is there anyone who I could crash with for the night? A couch, the floor, anything is fine.”
Shit. and my wife is out of town. Technically I COULD help.
I put down my phone and kept playing my game. Someone else would respond. someone who actually knew her. 11:00 rolled around. No one did, at least in the group chat. SHIT. Maybe it was the extra pour. I tell myself it was. I picked up my phone and texted her directly. “I’m sorry you’re going through this. If no one else responds in the next 30 minutes you can crash at my place. you gotta be gone by 8.”
She didn’t text me until 11:30. “What’s your address?”
SHIT SHIT SHIT. I texted her my address.
About midnight her car pulls in front of mine. Sure enough it’s packed with garbage bags. I quickly opened the door and let her in hoping no neighbors were up to see this. She walks up in pajama pants and a t-shirt carrying no bag from her car and wraps her arms around me. The kind of hug that just made me say this is right, even though my stomach was in a knot. “Thanks, I really appreciate this. Hey would you mind carrying my bags inside. I don’t wanna leave them in the car to get stolen.”
“All of them?”
“Well, all of them in the front seat, and on the passenger seat in the back. I’m paranoid. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll put them in the basement. hang on.”
I proceed to shuttle this stuff for the next 5 minutes as fast as I can. Leaving her door open. Leaving mine open. trying to make as little noise as possible. She just directs and watches!
I got them all in, and feel fairly certain i rolled well on my stealth check. So I’m setting the last bag down, kinda out of breath with how heavy some of these were and how fast I was going lol. As I’m knelt down, she walks over to me and pushes me on my back laughing. “Thanks.”
Before I could get back up she had sat down on me.
“Oh, ha, ha. You don’t have to do this. I just wanted to help.” Her hand went to my chest, “Just relax.”
I wasn’t hard, and I was wearing jeans. But I could feel her working magic on me. Her other hand found my balls through my jeans and teased them. That was it.
“Mmm.” She smiled and moaned as she felt me hardening through our clothes.
Repositioned herself. Made no effort to remove layers. “Mmmmmm.” she grinded faster. My jeans kinda hurt but I could feel myself nestled between her she was pressing so hard through her thin pants.
“Yes. More.” She grinded faster. It hurt more. But she moved my hands up again to her perfect breasts and i didn’t hesitate to squeeze them this time.
“Yesss. Good. Harder.” God she was grinding on me, and I was thrusting up now. Ugh it hurt against my stiff jeans, but I didn’t care.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She held my hands on her breasts.
I squeezed her breasts hard.
FINALLY, god, she frantically reached down and freed my cock. Next were hers and I saw this beautiful tight pink pussy in a garden of red-haired, kinda groomed bush.
As she lowered herself and grabbed my cock I swear I almost came. The softness of her hand vs the pain from my jeans omg, and in the next moment my thick tip was penetrating her. “Ooooooooooh.” It was my turn to moan.
I cannot describe how insanely hot she was in this moment. As I disappeared inside her she let out this surprised groan of pleasure which drove me wild. She was so wet. I wanted to pull her onto me all the way, hard. I was barely halfway in. My hands moved to her hips but she grabbed them with this devilish “uh uh” and put them back on her breasts. Then she took a breath, and we both gasped as she slowly impaled herself on me. Omg I could not help thrusting up. Her surprised “oh!” The way she straightened and threw her head back with a moan of pleasure and embraced me was pure carnal bliss.
I couldn’t help but make small thrusts up. She took them but was trying to get used to me. I did my best to wait but god the way her tight pussy began contracting around my cock took every ounce of restraint I had not to destroy her.
Up she rose, trying to catch her breath. Then her eyes opened and she looked at me. Looked at me with pure desire as she lowered herself down again. “You…need..this. As much as..me. Aaaaaaah”
I pulled my hands from her breasts and thrust up hard my reply.
She let out something between a laugh and a groan of delight.
“Come on. More.” She pressed herself down against my thrust, managing to grind a bit. Again and again she rose and fell. I was lost in the pleasure as I watched my cock disappear inside her dripping wet pussy. Faster. Faster. She bounced and I thrust hard, deep. We didn’t care about rhythm. We didn’t need it. We needed to cum, and every powerful thrust brought us both closer. Her pussy massaging and demanding every inch of me now. My balls were dripping with her lust, and probably my precum.
It felt like forever but I’m pretty sure it was like maybe a minute lol before I could feel my cock THROBBING against her vice like pussy. The way she had been moaning and grinding, fast, shaking, I’m pretty sure she had already cum a few times.
“Oooohhh I’m gonna cum. Godddd. Shit! I don’t have a condom on. Are you…??”
She was quivering, grinding, my full balls pressed against her as she shook her head no and put a shaky finger on my lips.
Godddddd the panic and pleasure I experienced as I couldn’t help but release. That first life changing spurt of seed erupted inside her. Then another. And another. Cumming almost hurt. Almost. “Mmmmmmm. Omg.” She was sooooo tight.
“Yesss.” She pressed into my eruption.
Rope after rope of my lust flooded her.
“That’s it. Ooooh. That’s it” she steadied herself with her hands on my ass pulling herself down. I could feel her pussy contracting and milking every drop.
The post nut clarity of what had just happened was rushing fast too, but the way she leaned forward to lay on top of me eased that. My cock still inside, still cumming with small throbs.
She teased me, twirking, squeezing my cock inside her. Her eyes were locked with mine though and I couldn’t be freaked out seeing her delighted glowing face framed with that curly red hair.
I smiled at her. I can’t quite remember but I said something like “this is bad isn’t it.”
She kissed me on the lips and stood up. She watched, we both watched, my cum flowing out of her. Now pooling on me, my balls, my floor…
“Yep!” She laughed. Giving me this playful, uh oh, oh well type of look. “I’m gonna take a bath. Don’t join me.”
“Oh, Uh, ok. It’s upstairs by my bedroom.”
Wtf?? The guilt and arousal made me crazy as I watched this woman I barely know walk away dripping my cum over my carpet. …That I now had to clean.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/shixfa/no_good_deed_something_something_mf