Sabrina opens the door her room. She takes Trent by the hand and leads him to follow her. She passes a small lamp on a dresser and switches it on. The room, now painted in a soft yellow light, is a small but well arranged space. This is the room of a woman who doesn’t need much but likes nice things. On the wall is a 6 drawer dresser with a mirror. Opposite of that wall is a full size bed with two small end tables. The beds headboard and end tables have a matching wood pattern and style, something modern and simple, like her.
They stand at the edge of her bed. She leans in to kiss him. Their tongues begin to explore each other’s mouths. As saliva exchanges both of them let out a soft moan as if a drug was being released into their system. “Yes!’ She thinks to herself. “Finally!”
2 hours ago she was finishing up a shift at the restaurant she worked at. She worked nights for a few hours a week. She liked the extra cash and the environment was nice. She often went stopped in for a drink after work or picked something up to take home. Her nights were often spent alone, so she felt she might as well doing something. As she was counting her tips for the night she spots a friendly face at a table. It was too far away for her to be sure but it looked an old friend Trent. She always had a fondness for him. At one point she was sure they would date but every time she was single, he wasn’t and vise versa. The timing never worked out. “Why was he here?” She thought. She circles the restaurant a few times; staying out of his line of sight and making sure he was alone. She watched for 10 minutes and then decided to go talk to him.
The conversation goes, as you would expect it to go for two people who have not seen each other in years. “How are you? What’s been going on? How is the family?” The most important, “How is what’s her face?” She finds out there is not what’s her face.” What’s her face has been out of the picture for a few months now. This is a first. She asks him what is he doing here? Knowing the obvious answer is to eat, she waits for a witty or sarcastic answer. He tells her that he was driving by and just had a feeling he should come in. He was supposed to go on a blind date tonight but canceled at the last minute. All dressed up and no where to go, he still headed out and ended up here. They sit and talk for over an hour. They catch up on life events and people they both knew. This person is married, this one is dead, did you hear about so and so? Then the conversation moves more personal and both end up talking about exes and relationship drama.
“Why have never dated?” He asked her, seemingly out of the blue.
“I…. I… I don’t know. The timing was never right? “ She knew, but she played dumb.
“Talking to you,” he grabs her hand, “this just feels right, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. It always has.” She said behind a smirk.
“Is there somewhere else we go around here? This place is loud and I feel people are getting upset seeing a waitress spend so much time with one person. “
“Yeah, I know a place. It just around the corner.” She doesn’t want to tell him it is her place but he is smart, he will figure it out.
He follows her in his car to an apartment complex. It’s one of the newer urban styles that are popping up everywhere. Trent, now confused, “how can she afford this?” They pull into a parking garage and park next to each other. They get out of their cars at the same time and he asks, “how… where… does your job pay this much? These are amazing!”
“I only work there because I am bored. I get free food, kill a few hours a night and get paid to let men look at my DD’s.” She said with a laugh.
He replies with a nervous laugh, “ha-ha.” The very mention of her breasts no now made him start to sweet. They have hung out before but never when both where single.
“Shall we?” She holds out her hand.
“I would love too.” He takes hers and they head towards the stylish building.
2 minutes and a short elevator ride later, they are her apartment door. She warns him about how she was not expecting company and not judge her. He assures her that he never has and never would judge her. This was the first time she believed those words from someone.
Her apartment was small but big enough for company. She didn’t have much stuff but it was all nice things from what he could tell. Everything looked like a better version of something you would find in Ikea, but with real wood. A single couch, coffee table, end table, tv stand and what appeared to be 40 something inch tv. There were random art on the walls. Things with flowers and motivational words like “live and love.” Still holding his hand, she leads him to a door leading out of the living room.
The kiss was for a lack of a better word, magical. They both felt it. It was like two puzzle pieces fitting together, two long lost pieces finally meeting. It felt right, it felt good and they both never wanted it to stop. She leans in closer, pushing her breasts in to his chest. His arms lock around her and pull her in tighter. She feels a swelling, throbbing pressure against her pelvis. “His dick. That is his dick!” She thinks to herself. She was about to, unless something went horrible wrong, see his dick. 2 hours again, she never thought his dick. Her mouth and vagina start to salivate with excitement.
Typically when she has sex, she lets the man lead. They undress her, play with her breast and nipples, then move down to her vagina. They attempt oral sex for a few minutes and then maneuver her to their dick and expect a blow job and then sex. Sex is usually pleasurable for her and she doesn’t mind the man taking charge but was never fond of them going down on her. It’s felt gross and not right. Today she was the aggressor and she would have him.
Her hands search his back for the bottom of his shirt and she lifts it over his head. His chest exposed, she moves to one of his nipples, giving it a suck and soft bite. He in return grabs her shirt and lifts it from up over her head. She moves back up to kiss him and pushes her breast back into his chest. She feels him swell again. Starts to reach for her bra but stopped by the feeling of one hand undoing the clasp. His hands at her shoulders slide the bra straps off her arms and it falls to the floor. Her breasts exposed to the cool night air firm up and nipples tighten. She presses them again into his chest to feel the throbbing in his pants.
It is around this time the man is usually all over her breast and trying to get on the bed but he is still kissing her. Every time she turns her head away, he is there to meet her. “This feels good.” She thinks. “I can get used to this.” She pulls away and starts to move down his chest. She gives his nipples another kiss, such and bite. She lick the small groove between his abs and stops at his jean button. Her knees know, she presses her face into his jeans again, to feel the swelling member and now heat from within. Slowly she unbutton his jeans and slides them down to his feet and helps remove them from each leg. She moves back up to his waist. She sees the outline of his shaft and head. She rubs her hand over the outline and slowly stokes this shaft. She feels him quiver and let out a slight moan. Then she slowly pulls down his briefs and frees him from his prison.
His dick springs out from behind the waistband and sends a small spray of precum across her face. She grabs his turgid staff by one hand and starts inspecting. “Its not the biggest dick I have had but it is also no the smallest.” She thinks to herself. His moaning stops and he looks down at her looking at his dick as if she were trying to figure out what to do with it. That nervous feeling starts to creep in and his feels his dick starting to go soft.
She grabs his balls with her other hand and starts to massage and pull and lightly scratch them with her nails. She feels him start to go soft and then hard again and then soft again. She looks up and sees him looking down at her with a bit of worry and confusion. “How long have I been doing this?” She gives a reassuring smile and pulls him into her mouth. His head glides past her lips and rests on her tongue. She can taste the precum no pour to of his now enlarge helmet. She gulps the cum and pulls him in more. Her lips slowly move down to the base of his shaft. He head resting at the back of her throat. She slowly pulls him back out and stops the tip of his head. Once again, she slides him back in. Each time he slides into her mouth his dick throbs and more pre spills out and each time, she gulps it down. She didn’t want to waste any of it. Sure in the past she would have used it like a lube and made some kinds of messy sloppy blowjob but that is not what this was about. This was about her getting what she wanted, what she always wanted. She keeps a slow pace but sucks him hard. Each time his wiggle and occasionally give out. She kind of wants to see if she can make him fall down.
She gives him a break and moves the cock out of her mouth and slides her lips down to the base between his balls. She gives it kiss and suck and then in what she feels is the smoothest thing she has ever done, she scoops both balls with her mouth and stokes while stroking him. He nearly does fall this time and he braced himself on her. The both laugh and she feels it is time to get give him a break. She stands and moves in to him. He meets her half way and again they kiss. She feels his hand around her ass and make their way to the front of her pants. They undo her fly and she turns around and bends over the bed. He slowly pulls down her pants and to his delight, there is no underwear.
“Laundry day.” She says with a smile.
Her pants fall to the floor and she steps out. Still bent over she fees his hands on her waist and move down to her ass cheeks. Then she feels his hot breath on her asshole and move down to her the sopping slot between her legs. She pushes her waist towards him instantly mashing his face in her pussy. Just as his tongue slides inside her, she pulls away and says, “Not yet, I am not done with you.” She stand back up, turns around and pulls him to the bed.
She lays him down on his back, his on her pillow. On all fours, she looks down at him and he looks up at her and the both think, “I can’t believe this is happening.” She flashes him a mischievous smile and looks at his glistening cock. She turns around and places her legs on his biceps, pinning his arms, her sopping wet flower is now inches from his face. He struggles to lick it but she is just far enough away to remain out of reach. She looks at the pre dripping down his shaft and once again, her mouth salivates. She needs it. She glides her lips over his cock and allows it to slide past her tongue and down her throat. The curve of him matches the curve of her mouth and throat. The curve allows her lips to rest at the base of shaft. She slides her lips back up, this time allowing his head to leave her mouth and again back down to base. She is going faster than she was before and sucking almost as hard as she can. Each time she goes down, her hips spread apart and she opens up a little more for him. A small syrupy puddle is forming on his chest and starting to drip down his neck. Her asshole puckers and pussy tightens over and over again. Taunting him, begging him for attention.
She feels him writhing and twitching more and more and she knows he is close. For a fun tease, she slides her ass back and drags her pussy across his face. He pushes in hard, savoring the moment. She turns around and straddles his lap. She lifts her ass into the air, and reaches between her legs and guides him in. As soon as the head slides in between her legs, she feels a slight resistance and a welcomed discomfort. She tenses and descends down at a slower pace. Sitting on his lap, he is fully inside and takes a moment to relish what is happening. His hands explore her body, moving from her hips to her neck and back down again. Every time they pass her breast he swells inside her. She slowly lifts herself from off his lap, trying to feel every inch of him leaving her body. She feels his head about to pull out and she slides back down the pole. She repeats this again only this time as she lifts up, she performs a kegel tightening and gives his shaft a squeeze, almost milking him. Back and forth she goes, keeping a slow but forceful pace. With every milking he lets out a moan, moans turn into shivers and shivers in strong almost painful grabbing. His hands are squeezing her thighs as if he was bracing for imminent danger.
She feels her body starting to get hot. First her back, then her face and neck. She knows it’s close. She moves faster, still with force and still milking. He squeezes her thighs tighter and his starts to shake side to side. He starts pushing back into her and his thighs start to flex. Knowing he is about to burst, she picks up speed and squeezes his shaft as hard as she can, her inner muscles getting weaker and thighs on fire, she pushes on. Then he arches his back and lets out a moan. She feels a small flutter inside her and then more warmth leaking from between her legs. Typically this is the point where most people stop, knowing that it’s only a matter of time until the man goes limp. She pushes on. Picking up speed, not giving him a chance to rest she is going to see this though.
His head is now engorged and hyper sensitive, every move she makes is almost overwhelming, almost painful but he loves it. He sees large red patches of skin start to form around her neck and breast, sweat rains down upon him and her breathing is getting heavier. Every time she comes down on his pelvis he pushes back up in her giving her an extra bit of sensation. She grabs his hands and slaps on her breast and squeezes his hand. She starts grinding on his pelvis so hard that their pubic stubble starts feeling like sandpaper. She thrusts harder and harder and it happens. Like a firework, she feels that sweet release bursting from within and radiating out. Her legs start to tremble her thrusting slows to a warble and back starts to give out. She screams with joys and collapses on top of him.
Her head on his chest and he still inside her, they lay there panting and exhausted. She looks up at him and he down at her. They both start laughing, both realizing what just happened and at the same not being able to realize how it all happened. He wraps his arms around her sticky back and she feels his rough hands sliding through the sweat. For a second she was worried this would gross him out or turn away, but then realizing that at this moment, a combination of both their juices are spilling out onto his pelvis and he isn’t moving, tells her that he won’t mind some sweat.
She wants to ask what happens now but is afraid of the answer. He lays there thinking the same thing. Both are realizing how amazing and special this was but are too afraid to ask if this can continue. In the morning, when is still there and she asks him to stay the day, the both will realize they want the same thing. For now, she slides up to face, gives him a kiss and places her head next to his on the same pillow. Their bodies turn towards each other, legs entwined and arms pulling each other in. His head moves towards her shoulder and she guides him towards her chest. His head relaxes upon her breast and their arms wrapped around each other. They both let out a sigh of relief as if at the same time, they realized this I was missing and they fall sleep.