Fucking While Her Boyfriend Was Outside Looking For Her [FM]

I’d been seeing this Puerto Rican girl, we’ll call her Mia, for almost a year, on-and-off. She was a good looking woman, short with a round ass, dark skin, long, kinky hair and a sense of humor. Single mom around 29 or so, I was about 24. It was nothing serious, no real “dates”, but some nights when her ex-husband had her kid she’d just come hang out and then we’d go out for coffee in the morning.

We’d met on our commute, had taken the same train most mornings, she liked to talk but when I asked her to get a drink after work she’d blown me off with the “I live with my boyfriend” thing.

Then, when I quit that job, we lost touch but a married friend of hers had developed on me through MySpace. The next time that friend drove to visit Mia, she ended up messaging me and spending most of the next two weeks fucking like crazy.

That, I guess, caught Mia interest. She’d kicked her boyfriend out and I think it bothered her that I’d been interested but ended up in bed with her friend. The first time she came over for “dinner”, she’d made a point of telling her friend where she was going – and telling me she’d told her, with a little smirk.

Either way, she turned out to be great in bed, enthusiastic and affectionate, and always game for a second round in the middle of the night or in the morning. She had that cute accent and looked good wearing my t-shirts around the apartment. Fun girl. The only catch was that she kept getting together with her boyfriend again, then would play hard-to-get for a few days before she broke down and went behind his back.

One afternoon, it finally came close to catching up with her. It was the middle of summer, humid, probably 90 degrees and I had to keep the windows open on my third-floor walkup because the window air conditioning unit just wasn’t keeping up being right under an asphalt roof. Mia was slow-riding me, facing out the window, drenched in sweat, when she suddenly tenses up.

“Oh, shit!”

It wasn’t the sex. She could see out through the aluminum blinds and had spotted something.

“What?”

“He’s out there.”

“Who? Your boyfriend?”

“My boyfriend. He’s down on the sidewalk.”

“So?”

“He’s trying to fucking find me.”

“Were you supposed to be home or something?”

“I don’t know, he’s kind of stupid but he’s not, like, totally stupid, OK? He probably saw me go this way.”

She hadn’t stopped grinding on my dick and I wasn’t going to quit now.

“Whatever, fuck that. Just get on your hands and knees and keep your head down.”

Mia did what I asked, and I got behind her, grabbed her hips, and went balls-deep, pounding her and trying to get off and finish up with her quickly. That just made her stop moaning quietly and start crying out, and now I was thinking her boyfriend was going to recognize the sound of his girlfriend getting banged out. I ended up wrapping one hand around her mouth to keep her quiet.

The ridiculous situation made her start laughing through my fingers, and then I was laughing, slapping my balls against her thighs while we both stared out the window looking at her boyfriend wandering back-and-forth across the street cluelessly peering into shop windows.

…and I couldn’t get there. Her pussy felt great and she was into it, but now I was just too distracted and couldn’t get off. After a few minutes of mercilessly pounding away at her she realized what was up.

“Jesus, lay down, I’ll help you.”

It wasn’t until she turned around and took off the condom that I realized she’d never actually sucked me off before. She gave good head, but always as foreplay, and this time was different. She went at it violently, sloppy, spitting on my balls and rubbing them while she sucked. It didn’t take long to get close again, and then she did something I’d never seen a woman do: at the very moment I shot my load, she opened her mouth wide and let all the ropes drop back onto the top of her hand, cleaning my dick off and catching all the cum in her fist like an ice cream cone in one practiced, wet movement.

“OK, baby, I gotta go.”

The next sixty seconds were actually pretty impressive. I could hardly move, but without missing a beat, she wiped her messy mouth with her other hand, ran to the sink naked, tossed the load of cum into it, washed her hands, then came back and threw on her jeans and tank top, then slipped out the back window and onto the fire escape carrying her heels. I watched her disappear down the metal stairs, then walked over and saw her jog across the open brick plaza behind my apartment while pulling on her shoes. She ran through the open gate to the patio at the bar behind my building, grabbed a table, and signaled a waitress for a menu.

Then, she told me later, she texted her boyfriend that she was thinking about him, having lunch on a nice day, and wanted to see if he was free to meet her. Of course, he was.

She had more game than I’d given her credit for.

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