First time erotica writer; I hope you enjoy my story.
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I caught a glimpse of her from across the bar, and I took the first sip of my drink. My eyes wandered up her body then to her face and smile. Yup, it was her. Her hair was different, shorter than the last time I saw her, cut just below her jawline. It left her neckline exposed, and I immediately recalled how her skin tasted when I kissed her. I lingered long enough to rekindle fond memories, but not long enough for her to notice. I was not sure how to approach her, or if I should at all. She looked as stunning as I remembered, even though it was the first time I recalled seeing her in casual attire. She wore form-fitting jeans that showed off her fantastic ass and a plain white v neck tee shirt. Her shirt showed just enough to entice you to look a little longer than you know you should. That made sense — because she knew how attractive she was, and I remember how that confidence made me desire her even more. I returned to my drink, not sure if I wanted her to see me, but not wanting her to catch me admiring her. We exchanged a few times after that night, the night we fucked in the backseat of her car, but we hadn’t run into each other since. Had it been three months? Four? I could not recall and now could not move on from the memories of that night. The way she smelled, the way her skin felt, her enthusiasm and fervor at taking what she wanted. I nursed my drink and checked my phone a little too often, waiting for my friend who was late, as usual. I was anxious. I was so lost in fidgeting with my phone that I did not notice her walk over to the bar. She put her hand on my shoulder to get my attention. I turned around, our eyes met, and she smiled wide. One of those genuine, “good to see you” smiles. A part of me wished that smile were a little more alluring, but I let that thought go quickly enough to smile in response without too long an awkward pause. I had wondered many times if she was still attracted to me, but it had been months; I had to let it go.
She sat down next to me at the bar and asked how I was doing. We made slightly awkward small talk — I mean, we did not know that much about one another besides several brief encounters and the one, more intimate evening. It started when we met one another at some random networking mixer with free drinks, name tags, and surface level conversations. It was supposed to be about me finding a few new people to fill out my team, but once she and I started chatting and flirting, that objective faded quickly. We were discreet with the flirting since we were both at this event with our respective colleagues. It was clear there was a connection and clear that it was mutual. After that night we ran into each other occasionally since we worked only a handful of blocks from one another. We would cross paths going to the same grocery store for lunch options, and I never dared to ask for her number. There would always be a reason not to – one of us in a hurry, one of us with colleagues – but there was always an exchange of glances, always flirtation. It intensified on each occasion that we crossed paths until I finally asked her for drinks. Not being very forward, I did not know how that night would go, but it was unforgettable. Burned in my memory. I still fantasized about it, the way she wanted me that night.
As she sat at the bar, I tried not to notice that I could see enough of her bra through her white shirt to know that it was purple and lacy. I did not know much about this woman, but I was sure that her wardrobe choices were deliberate. I managed to maintain my composure and eye contact (most of the time) as we chatted about what we had been up to for the last several months. It was comfortable, slightly flirty, but also cautious. She seemed to sense that I was nervous to be around her again, as every time there would be an awkward pause or moment, she would move closer to me or look in my eyes just a little too long, pushing the boundary. She relished the control. She was attractive and knew it. I was attracted to her, and she knew it. I was dying to know if it was turning her on.
My phone buzzed. It was the friend I was waiting for asking where in the bar I was. I had never wanted a perpetually late friend to be even later. We wrapped up our conversation, she hugged me as we said goodbye, and I would swear that I saw her eyes drift to my lips with a dreamy gaze as we parted. I shook it off; I did not want to make an incorrect assumption and also did not want to fixate on it, though I knew I would. I knew I would be thinking about her the rest of the night. I tried not to watch her walk away as I looked for my friend. Her hips swayed from side to side as she made her exit. I thought about how her ass had felt in my hands that night in her car.
It was the end of the night, and after a handful of drinks I was ready to go home. I had not checked my phone for at least a couple hours but now fished it out to summon a ride home. I had several notifications – work, ugh – but also some new texts. I almost dropped my phone again. She texted me while I was having drinks with my friend. I figured she had probably deleted my number by now. Her message was light, effortless, but direct – “Good to see you. Let’s grab a drink sometime.”. It had been a few hours, but I responded anyway, echoing her sentiments. My ride arrived, I hopped in, and my phone buzzed. Her again. We exchanged a few flirty messages and then she asked when we could get that drink. I said whenever she liked. When I read her almost immediate response – “how about now” – my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I pondered how to respond. Of course now. Absolutely, now, I wanted to say. I replied in agreement, and she suggested I come meet her at her apartment, as she was freshening up. My pulse was racing as she sent me her address. My ride had made it back to my apartment at this point so I had to give my driver the news that we’d be diverting to another location 10 minutes north. He did not look pleased; I did not care. For the rest of the ride I left my phone alone, she’d given me her address and apartment number and said she’d see me when I got there. There wasn’t anything else that needed to be said.
We arrived at the address she gave me, and I called her from the call box. Her voice sounded sexy even through the crackling of the crappy speaker. She said she was finishing up, would unlock the door, and buzzed me in the building. I made my way to her apartment, opened the door, and stepped inside. At this point, the handful of drinks had eased my nerves, and I began to wonder where we’d go to get our drink. She lived in a more residential part of town, and I hadn’t seen any bars for least the last mile of the ride. I called “hello” as I entered her apartment and she responded with an enthusiastic “Hi, I will be right out!” from out of sight. I sat on the couch and made myself comfortable trying not to listen too intently to the sounds of her movements in the bedroom behind me. It was a small, one bedroom place, hard not to hear anything going on anywhere in the apartment.
I heard the bedroom door open and looked over as she poked her head out – “Sorry, just another minute.” She giggled. I didn’t think anything of it. “Where would you like to go for a drink?” I asked. “I’m not sure,” she replied as she disappeared again, “I don’t know what I’m in the mood for.” Instinctively I fished out my phone to see what was nearby. I was thumbing through in silence for maybe half a minute when I heard her say, “We could always just stay here.” I knew by the sound of her voice that she was closer before I even turned to look up at her. My eyes fell upon her, leaning against the doorway. The lacy, purple bra she was wearing at the bar earlier no longer had a shirt to hide behind. The only other things on her body were a matching purple thong and a sheer baby doll perfectly draped over her curves. I stood up and stepped back to admire what was before me. Our eyes met, she looked away and smiled in an uncharacteristically shy manner. As she looked back up at me I walked over to her, placing my hands on her hips as she put her arms around my neck. Just before we kissed, she whispered that she noticed how I looked at her at the bar, especially when she walked away. I cracked a smile, slid my hands down to her ass, and we kissed deeply. We explored each others’ mouths for a few seconds, broke the kiss, and I slid the baby doll straps off her shoulders and let it hit the floor. She began to unbutton my shirt as I ran my hand across her neck and shoulder, down her back and along the waistline of her thong. Once she finished removing my shirt, she ran her hands across my chest and let out a satisfied sigh. Our lips met again, and then she moved to kiss my neck while she ran her hands across my chest and back. The memories of how wanted she made me feel in the back of her car that night months ago came rushing back. I slid my hands down her back and squeezed her ass which caused her to emit a soft moan. I kissed her neck and moved to her collarbone, then to her chest. As I drifted slowly down to kiss in between her breasts, I undid her bra. She let it fall most of the way off, tossed it aside, and put her hands on the back of my head running them through my hair. I returned my hands to her ass then slid my right hand up her side to her left breast and fondled it as I kissed her. I moved my mouth to her nipple and began to suck and play with it enthusiastically. She dug her nails into the back of my neck. I moved across her body and repeated this on her right breast which prompted her to arch her back into the doorway. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into me as I ran my tongue around her nipple.
She pushed me away from her by my shoulders and began to undo my belt and pants. She moved closer to me again and started to nudge me backwards. Taking the hint, I backed up to her couch and she playfully shoved me down onto it. My ass has barely hit the seat, and she was on top of me, straddling me, kissing me deeply while her hands dove into my pants, which I hadn’t even realized she’d finished undoing. She moaned in pleasure as she ran her hands over my boxer briefs which were struggling to contain my very hard cock. She lifted herself up enough to be able to look down at my throbbing erection, biting her lip as she continued to pet it. When she looked back up at me, directly in the eyes, it was as if a dam broke. She kissed me deeply again and we began to aggressively grope one another as she rocked her hips into mine. She threw her head back and with her hands behind my head, buried my face into her breasts. I could feel how wet she was through my boxer briefs. Just as one of my hands wandered up her thigh to see first hand how wet she was, she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away. She got up, looked at me for a moment as if she was deciding what to do, and she slapped me in the face. Not hard, but hard enough. I was confused for a split second and then saw the grin emerge on her face. Months earlier we’d talked at the bar about how each of us had a fondness for rough sex, but the back seat of her car did not lend itself well to such indulgences. It was clear was wanted to make up for that now.
Before I could react further, she dropped to her knees and slid my boxer briefs down to my ankles. Without hesitation, she took my hard cock into her mouth and began sucking it vigorously. And she was good at it. She caressed my balls, sometimes giving them a gentle squeeze, while she moved her mouth up and down my shaft. I tried not to be boastful about it, but my dick was large and I’d yet to have any woman be able to take it all in her mouth. She seemed determined to do so. I was more than content to let her try. She took more and more of me into her mouth until finally, she needed a break. She held my cock in her hand and licked the shaft from the bottom to the head, then back down again She moved to my balls and began to suck on them gently. I moaned with pleasure, and she took one entirely in her mouth, sucked and released it. She moved to the other side and looked up at me as she increased the pressure with her mouth, looking for a boundary. When she found it, indicated by a small gasp from me, she released me from her mouth and smiled. Her gaze returned to my cock, and she hungrily took it in her mouth, returning her hands to my balls. Now that she knew how much pressure I could take, she took great satisfaction in pushing on it, never causing me real pain, but asserting enough force to make it clear she wanted to be in absolute control of the situation. She continued to pleasure me with her hands and mouth as I ran my hands through her hair and over the skin of her neck and back. Every time I got too aggressive with my hands, she squeezed hers. I was harder than I ever remembered being before.
She then raised her head, needing a breather again, and began to climb back into my lap. As she raised herself up again, she purposefully moved her hips close to my face so I could smell and feel how wet she was. She went to straddle me again, but before she could, I caught her with my hands under her ass and leaned forward. She got the hint, wrapped her legs around me, and shifted her weight perfectly so that I could lift us up off the couch. I relished this change in control for a moment then laid her down on her back, immediately bringing my mouth to her pussy. She smelled wonderful. I kissed the inside of her thighs right up to her slit and slipped the thong down far enough to reveal her glistening lips. I probed her clit with my tongue, thoroughly enjoying how she tasted and her body’s reaction. She arched her back as I sucked on her clit, thrusting her hips further into my face. She moved her hands to my head to push me further into her, attempting to exert her control. I was not interested in allowing this. I pulled my face away from her, grabbed her wrists and was able to pin them above her head with one hand. She writhed around under me, and I kept eye contact with her as I slid my hand from her breast down to her pussy. I played with her clit for a few seconds, watching her moan in pleasure, and then slipped a finger inside her. She was soaking wet. I continued to slowly slide in and out of her with my index finger while I moved my thumb to play with her clit. While slightly displeased that she was unable to use her hands to touch me, she stared into my eyes unsuccessfully attempting to mask her reactions to my touch. She loved every second of what was happening. I continued this while she moaned and writhed around nearing climax. She began to thrust her hips into my fingers harder and harder. Keeping my index finger inside her, I released her wrists, moving my unoccupied hand to her thigh to hold her down. I returned my tongue to her clit which immediately prompted her to grab my head with both her hands. With her pushing me into her mound and her hips bucking up into my face, I continued to suck on her clit until she climaxed. I felt her body tense, she let out a loud moan, and I held my tongue to her clit while she orgasmed. Once the intensity of her involuntary muscle movements passed, I removed my finger from inside her and just as she looked down at me, placed it in my mouth. Her orgasm tasted so good and I sucked every bit of her juices off my finger that I could.
She pushed me back by my shoulders to allow herself to get off the couch. She dropped her thong on the floor. I kicked off my boxer briefs and followed her into the bedroom. She motioned for me to lie down and was on top of me as soon as I hit the bed. She wasted no time grabbing my cock and guiding it into her dripping wet pussy. She took nearly all of it inside her immediately, gasping as it filled her. She began to rock her hips back and forth taking in more and more of my hard cock. As her pace and depth increased, she dug her nails into my abs. I reacted by roughly grabbing her thighs and thrusting myself further into her. I matched her rhythm and watched her tits bounce up and down as she rode me. She wanted every inch of cock I had to give, and I was happy to give it to her. She moaned, leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to cum all over this cock.” I grabbed her by the throat and replied, “Yes, you are.” I pushed her back to her riding position, grabbed her thighs again and pounded her pussy as hard as I could. She leaned back, placing her hands on my shins for balance, and cried out in pleasure. A few more thrusts and she orgasmed again; this time I could feel the wetness of her climax drip down my cock and balls as she struggled to maintain control. She tried to lift off me, but I clamped down on her thighs and pulled her back down. She whimpered as her orgasm calmed down, then collapsed on top of me trying to catch her breath.
After a few seconds of respite, she threw her hair back, lifting herself up so she could look into my eyes. “That, was intense.” “Yes, it was,” I replied, “and now it is my turn.” A sly grin appeared on her face as I grabbed her ass and lifted her off me. She went to lay down on her back. “No,” I said, “Turn around. I want to watch that ass when I fill your pussy.” Without protest, she turned around and lifted her hips into the air. I could not resist burying my face in her pussy once more. I licked her pussy until she started to grind her hips into me. I moved my face away from her and prepared to slide my cock inside her as she looked over her shoulder at me. I paused with the head of my cock just parting her lips, and she let out a soft, “Please.” I smiled and slid my entire length into her once. She gasped and bucked, burying her face in a pillow. With my hands on her ass, I fucked her from behind, sliding all the way in and out so she could feel every bit of how hard I was. She rocked her hips back into me as I started to pick up the pace. She moaned and pushed herself up from her position on all fours. I grabbed her breasts just as she sat completely upright, her back against my chest. I kissed her neck and ran my hands down to her thighs. Still thrusting into her from behind I spread her lips with one hand and ran circles around her clit with the fingers of the other hand. Her nails dug into the back of my neck, and she pushed her ass further into me. My dick was throbbing inside of her, and I could feel the tingle of the building orgasm deep in my balls with every thrust.
I grabbed her by the shoulders, pushed her back to face down on the bed and took her hands behind her back. I could barely hear the muffled moan of “yes” she emitted as I repositioned myself to pound her from behind. Her ass bounced, and I could feel my balls slapping her as I gave her all of my cock. I groaned and decided that I was ready to fill her. I let her hands free and directed her to place them on her ass and spread herself out for me. She did not hesitate. I had a perfect view of my cock as it repeatedly disappeared inside her. I increased the pace again, with my hands on her back to keep her where I wanted her. I pounded her pussy with my cock, grunting with each thrust. “Oh, fill me, please, ” she moaned. I grabbed her hips and pounded harder. She began to orgasm again and just as I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, I felt my balls tense up indicating that I was at the point of no return. I moaned and unleashed streams of cum deep inside her as her pussy tightened around my cock. She tried to pull away from me, but I kept my hands firmly on her hips, making sure every bit of cum was as deep inside of her as possible. She dug her nails into my thighs as her legs and ass convulsed. I released her as my orgasm subsided, and she collapsed onto the bed, her legs still twitching. The last drops of my cum dripped onto her ass and the backs of her thighs. I paused to let my breath catch up and put my hands on my hips, thoroughly enjoying the view of her ass in front of me. As we calmed down, she turned over, sat up and kissed me deeply. I lightly fondled her breasts as we continued to kiss passionately, basking in the sexual afterglow. She fell back into the pillows with a satisfied grin, and one of her hands came to rest on my cock. Wet with her juices and still mostly hard, she stoked it a few times, biting her lip. She moved her other hand to my balls and began to caress them gently.
“I’m definitely going to want more of that, ” she said.
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