I went to visit an old friend from college who was living in Los Angeles. I’d always had a little crush on him and suspected it was mutual, but nothing had ever happened between us. We didn’t say as much, but as I booked my trip out to LA, I think we both suspected that I probably wouldn’t be sleeping on his couch, as planned.
I took a cab from the airport to his place. When I saw him, my crush ignited anew. He looked mostly the same, just a little more masculine and with a better, more mature sense of style. His shoulders seemed broader than I remembered, like he’d been working out. I felt heat wash over me between my legs and was glad I’d worn my new black lace lingerie under my dress.
“Are you up for a drink?” He asked, looking me up and down with the same smile that had always charmed me. “There’s a spot I like not too far, if you’re interested.”
I was definitely interested. And I could tell he was too. I was eager to see how this flirtation played out in public.
After a round of drinks—Negroni for him, Manhattan for me—I was feeling emboldened and pretty confident the feeling was mutual. I got up from our little corner bar table to go to the ladies room. I closed the door and removed my tiny black lace thong under my dress and hid it in my hand. I walked back to him sitting at the table, unable to suppress a naughty smile.
“Give me your hand,” I said.
He complied, and I pressed my thong, still hot from my body, into his palm.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone close out a bar tab quicker.
The drive back to his place was short, and I started rubbing the bulge in his pants as he drove. It felt nice and big, and I couldn’t wait to take his pants off. With his right hand, he pushed up my dress and started thumbing my clit. I was soaked.
We could barely wait to close the door to his apartment before we were all over each other. I knelt in front of him and undid his pants to pull out his cock. I was right, it was big, not overly long but nice and thick. It filled my mouth as I sucked it. I’ve always loved blowjobs and started softly rubbing my clit as I took him deeper into my throat.
He started to moan and pulled me up to my feet. He spun me around and bent me over to fuck me from behind, grabbing my hips and feeling my ass bounce with every thrust. I could feel my pussy dripping onto his cock and down between my thighs. He clearly could too, and he slipped a finger into me alongside his cock and brought it to his lips to taste me. That nearly sent me over the edge, and I pushed back into his cock harder, faster. I just needed more, all of him.
I was getting close, but I took him out of me to push him on to the bed and climb on top of him. I wanted to have a better view of the body I was feeling. I didn’t ride him for long before I was moaning and squealing, about to cum, pulling my own hair and biting my lip. As my orgasm finally came, I kept bouncing on his big, thick cock, my pussy pulsing around him. And just as my orgasm was starting to subside, he grabbed my ass with both hands and came deep inside me, still feeling the contractions of my muscles around his cock. We were panting and sweaty and completely satisfied
I didn’t see much of LA on that trip, outside of his apartment, and I definitely didn’t sleep on the couch.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wmt5mu/made_the_first_move_on_an_old_crush_and_finally
Mmm, super sexy story, would love to hear more about that trip ;)