[ST8] [MF] A true story about me and Natalie

Every word of this is true except the names.

When I was growing up – I’m 24 now – I was friends with a girl we’ll call… Sally. Sally and I were friends but there wasn’t more to it than that.

Sally’s sister was Natalie. Natalie was younger, and she had a bit of a crush on me. Sometimes Sally and I would go to the cinema or just stay in and Natalie would just be… around. She’d come and say hi when I came over or came out of the house when I’d pick Sally up. Natalie was going through that cute/awkward phase I guess we all go through, sometimes looking really cute, sometimes looking like she’d dived head first into H&M and hoped for the best.

Unfortunately, as the years passed Sally and I became more distant to the point we no longer really spoke. I was still friends with Sally’s other sister Marie through another friend of mine, and one night when we were all out, Marie had a good laugh at me remembering how much of a crush Natalie had on me.
Fast forward a couple of years and I woke up one morning to an intriguing request to follow me on Instagram. It was Natalie. Of course, I had a look at her profile and she’d gone from being awkward/cute to just full-on cute. Her hair was dyed red and gone was the slightly shy girl I knew – in her pictures, at least, she looked confident and full of life.

We exchanged a couple of messages as you do, and it didn’t take long for Natalie to confess that when she was younger, she used to as we Brits say ‘fancy me’. I laughed and replied I had no idea. She asked what I thought of her – so I replied “then or now?” Messages became a bit flirty after I confessed to her that I thought she was especially cute now. There was a picture of her in a short skirt on a night out and her curves were there for all to see. I couldn’t help but think about her and what lie underneath.

Eventually, we arranged to meet. We went to a bar in Central London – the busy sort where cocktails are £13 each and there’s lots and lots and lots of people – and not only did she turn up and look absolutely incredible, but she had the personality to match. She was wearing those wet look leggings which I’m convinced are designed specifically to render men helpless, and a vest top with some heels. I was not prepared for that.
It was hot and loud and the bar filled up. We started to get closer. Our hands touched. Our bodies touched. We kissed and then we kissed a little more… my hands slid up the back of her thighs and held on to her hips, sliding my hands under her vest to feel her soft, naked skin. She pushed her hips into mine and I could feel heat coming off her.

She went to the bathroom and I ordered a couple more drinks. I didn’t notice her coming back until I felt her behind me pressing her body against me. “Guess who?” she whispered in my ear and reached around to stroke my cock. Our drinks arrived and with her other hand she grabbed it but didn’t move. I was immediately hard and with my spare hand reached behind me, running my hands up her inner thigh to between her legs, touching her as she took a sharp intake of breath. “Put your hand inside” she whispered, so as carefully as I could, I moved my hands up, slipped it inside her waistband, inside underwear which I’ll never know what they were or what they looked like, and felt the smoothest, wettest pussy I’ve ever felt in my life. I slid a finger inside her and there we stood, her grinding on my hand, me fingering her, and her running her hands along my cock in the middle of a crowded London bar.

We left soonafter. This was back in the days when you could just get a minicab – basically some bloke in a normal car to whom you’d pay cash – so we grabbed a minicab together. We both got in the back and as the cab driver began chatting to us, I became the only one talking as Natalie managed to undo my belt, unzip my jeans, unbutton my boxers, and lean over and started giving me a blowjob right there in the back of the cab.

By the time we got to Natalie’s place we both knew what was going to happen next. We got out of the cab and my heart sank when Natalie told me her flatmates were in so we couldn’t go in together. She then took out her car key and said – we can have some privacy in there. It was late and a summer’s night so when we got in the back of the car it was hot and sticky and not as private as I’d have hoped. We launched at each other fumbling around before I grabbed her leggings and underwear with one hand and yanked them down, pulling her on top me but facing away like she was sitting on my lap. It’s awkward in the back of a car. It’s uncomfortable and the angles don’t work, but as she sat on me, the tip of my cock gently parted her wet lips. She angled a tiny bit forward and suddenly, I was inside her. She started to move up and down but it wasn’t right. I was close but you could tell she was frustrated. She turned round to me. “It’s no good, I need to get fucked.” She slid off me, rolled over next to me and opened her legs. I put the front seat as forward as it would go, put her legs on my shoulders and slid back inside her. I was watching my cock sliding in and out and angled her body so she could see it too. “I’ve been thinking about this for years” she said. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks” I said and we laughed. Suddenly, we heard a noise from over the street. Laughing. We stopped and looked and waited for them to pass. There was something so incredibly… I don’t even know the word but just being inside her with no movement, feeling how warm and wet she was and trying to be quiet. I was doing everything I could not to cum inside her. “are you close?” she said and I said I was. “Cum in my mouth” she said. I sat down beside her in my previous position and she bent over, put my cock in her mouth again, and it wasn’t long before I exploded. She swallowed every last drop.

After some small talk, some wiping of the considerable sweat we’d built up, and some getting dressed, I called a cab and when it came we kissed and I went home. We talked and flirted and sent a few dirty pictures but never met again. A year later, she moved to Australia where she’s now married with two kids. But that was one hell of a night.

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