My best friend was hired as the director of a web series some years ago. The star and producer quickly assembled a team of writers and production assistants. Having my own business with my friend, I became acquainted with the crew as well, particularly one of the writers.
Dana was the same age as me (late 20s at the time), an aspiring author and a firm believer in love, despite being a divorcée. She was the eldest daughter of Jamaican immigrants, a member of a sorority in college, and worked with kids when not writing for the series. She was 5’4”, dark skinned, average build, with a round face and a slight overbite which made her resemble a chipmunk. I found it adorable. She wore her hair in dreadlocks that fell past her shoulders. She had big breasts for a gal her size, but what drew me to her initially was her eyes; they were a shade of chestnut brown, and they fascinated me. I first saw her picture on the Book of Faces and I couldn’t stop staring at them. I practically begged my friend to introduce us.
He made it happen at a bar across town. We got to know each other, and it felt natural. We exchanged information at the end of the night, I walked her home (we lived in the same neighborhood), and we agreed to see each other again.
Over the course of three months, Dana and I did little more physically than kissing and light sexting. Then, one day, she invited me to go with her out of town to go to her college friend’s birthday party. We’d meet up, go to the party, then stay at a hotel overnight. I didn’t know what to expect, so I packed some clothes, toiletries — and a pack of condoms.
Dana’s friend lived in the same city she went to college, so it was a homecoming of sorts for her. After we checked into the hotel and got settled, we changed for the party. It was winter, so Dana’s outfit was practical, but still sexy. She’d done her hair up in an elaborate style, and she looked amazing. The party was low-key for my taste, but with Dana by my side, it was still fun.
We got back to the hotel and got ready for bed. We stayed up in the dark, cuddling and talking. As we talked, I became aware that her hand was caressing my back under my shirt. It was such an absentminded thing to do that I don’t think she was aware of what she was doing, or the effect it was having on me. I practically pounced on her, smothering her with kisses. She responded in kind, and waited with palpable anticipation as I broke the kiss and pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off in one motion.
I spread her legs open and planted kisses on her inner thighs, deliberately avoiding her pussy other than to blow warm breath on it. I couldn’t see much of anything in the darkness of the room, but I could tell her pussy was shaved, or lightly trimmed. I worked from her left knee, to the thigh, blew on her pussy lips, then kissed her right thigh and knee. Then as I made my way back to her left leg, my lips lightly brushed her honey pot. She trembled slightly as I teased her.
On my third sweep, I descended on her pussy like a starving man on a Thanksgiving feast. Her pussy smelled fresh and tasted tangy. She writhed and moaned under my oral attentions. I was in heaven; I’d wanted this for months, ever since I first saw her picture.
Once I was sated on her nectar, I straightened up and began to disrobe. She sat up, pulled her top off and pulled down my pajama bottoms to get at my engorged dick. I felt her hand close around it. I could sense her surprise. I’ve always taken pride in my endowment — eight inches long, thick, cut and curved.
“Uh-uh! Are you serious?” she said, more to herself than to me. As she spoke, she slowly and softly stroked my dick, examining its length and heft. The next thing I felt was the bed shift as she leaned forward, then the warm, wet sensation of her mouth engulfing my dick.
I’ve always been ambivalent about receiving head, truth be told, but Dana had one of the most skilled mouths I’d ever felt. I threw my head back and actually moaned as she sucked me. I held her head, my breathing grew shallow, and my heartbeat quickened. I was concerned that she would actually succeed in sucking me off, and I wouldn’t have the chance to fuck her like I wanted. I gently separated her from my dick, then rushed to my bag to get a condom.
I strapped up and kissed her as I slowly entered her. I heard her gasp as I penetrated her, felt her arms wrap around me. Her pussy felt better than it tasted, and I savored every minute of it. Because she was so much smaller than me, I could lift her hips off the bed and plow her while kneeling upright on the bed. Her moans grew louder and she gripped the pillow.
We rolled over and she rode me. I relished the feeling of her ass bouncing up and down on my dick, her luscious tits pressed against me, her fragrant hair draped around my face. “You gonna cum for me?” she whispered. “Yes,” I answered, but now that we were in our zone, I didn’t want to finish just yet. I felt like we could’ve done this forever.
I finally took her from behind, pounding her pussy with wild abandon. I reached forward and grabbed a tit. She buried her face in the pillow and threw her ass back on me, hard. The added motion from her brought me to the edge, and I shot my load in the condom. We were both spent and soon fell asleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a7cx00/after_the_party_or_it_was_her_eyes_mf