[M4F] The typically irrelevant HOA meeting ended and transitioned into a social in the clubhouse, which is the only reason anyone attended. We didn’t take our eyes off one another. At one ppint you texted me two words (three of you include the contraction): “I’m wet.” I needed to be closer to you. I required your presence. I craved it. I found a way to stand in front of you, a crowd around us. You moved close behind me and gripped my wrist. My hand found your pussy through your sundress. Fingers caressed, pressed, probed. For about five seconds.
There was no turning back.
Things accelerated and it started late that evening. I texted you from
my couch. You were in your den. Playfulness turned to discovery. Within moments we were mutually masturbating. It became clear you craved my direction. I told you which hand to use to caress your nipples. As you moaned I’d move your hands across your body.
The first time you came for me your leg was on the arm of the couch and you rubbed your clit slowly then more ferociously. You asked me to cum. You asked for permission and we have never waivered from that. You’ve always asked. Or begged.
I described my cock to you that night. The size the ridges the pulsing. You wanted every detail as I stroked for you. When I came you did too…again.
And that started a string of days and nights. We were risky but careful. FaceTime, phone calls, texts. Always on the verge of orgasm. After about two weeks, it was time. We seemed to have quietly determined we’d wait as long as possible but we simply couldn’t wait any longer. I needed your skin, your taste, your entire body. Every hole. I needed to possess it. Physically. You were ready. We were.
You lived a mere two blocks from me. We would find that distance irresistible later. For now, we chose caution. On a Friday night we texted and decided each of us had errands to run the next morning. That night I told you how fucking deeply I craved you. You made me repeat it. Again and again. That was the first time you came for me without touching yourself.
I wore running shorts the next morning. I had a reason. You wore a sundress, with no panties. I wanted access. Immediate and full access.
We were both nervous. Texting, phone calls, video…it’s just different. Many of you reading this know what I’m talking about. No matter how deep you go, how much intimacy and pleasure you share…touch, taste, whispers and moans, lips on ears, on throats…you can’t fully anticipate it until you experience it with the person you’ve come to crave.
I arrived before you. You pulled in and parked next to me. There was no hesitation. You got out and I swear to god I almost came. I love sundresses. I love how they cling when a woman walks, when she sways. The image of you that morning sends tremors of pleasure straight to the head of my cock to this day, this moment.
We got in my back seat. Ravenous to taste one another. Kissing deeply, sucking , breathing heavily. Moans of primal, feral hunger. One goal in mind. Some part of me, any part, inside of your body. Fingers, tongues, cock. Exploring. Pushing. Penetrating. The windows fogged as you settled on my lap, your back to my chest. Your legs spread and lifted. My hands running down your body until both reached your pussy as I plunged into you from underneath. We settled into a a rhythm as fingertips found and controlled your clit. Rubbing it then pressing it against the shaft of my cock as we fucked.
Slow then fast then slow again as you came, harder as I filled you with a warm jet of cream. Kissing as the juices slid down our thighs. Thanking each other.
Do I describe every episode after that? Your bed, your garage, my office, the hotels? I don’t know. Maybe. I’ll ask you when I speak to you again. This is your story as much as it is mine.
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