Well, she appeared comfortable, so I wasn’t going to complain.
Instead of pulling off of me, she kept me inside her mouth, and I could see her concentrate briefly. Then I realized what she was doing, as I distinctly felt her tongue start to wrap around me. I was astounded, and as I watched the motion inside her cheeks, I focused on paying attention to what was happening to me.
I’d felt that sensation, a tongue wrapped around me, before, but when I was out in the open. Being encased in that warm sheath and feeling myself tongue-massaged was a whole new level of pleasure.
Somehow her actions brought me further away from the edge of climax, but served to stiffen me at the same time.
I felt her move around me, over and over, very slowly, very deliberately. It was delicious, just the right pace, contrasted with the rapid stroking of a hand job or even the up and down sucking motion. And the feeling was so firm, it was like her hand was gripping me. I wanted to enjoy her as long as she could continue.
Eventually she tired, I supposed, because she slowly pulled up. I stared as my stiff shaft appeared. How DID she get all that in her mouth? Finally she had just the head still in her mouth. With an evil glint in her eye, she pulled off completely, but then immediately tilted her head and swallowed me again, quickly going all the way down. Then up, and down again. And again. And again.
I felt my balls surrounded by her fingers, then the palm of her hand, until she held me firmly, and started tugging down. Suddenly I realized she was going to take me all the way, and that she intended on me cumming in her mouth, there was no doubt about that.
Mentally I relaxed and let her guide me, and felt the pressure quickly build up, and suddenly, fireworks! My whole body shook, sensations emanating from my groin, spreading out through my chest and limbs.
Wave after wave rolled over me, I was barely conscious of just what she was doing, just that I didn’t want it to stop. But just like with delicious chocolate cake, you can’t enjoy that pleasure forever, and eventually the sensations subsided.
I managed to open my eyes, made eye contact with her, and from the glint in her eye, and her insistence in keeping me in her mouth, even after I had finished coming, I could tell she had had just as good a time as I did. She tugged on my shaft a few more times, stroking me with her hand, and finally let the knob pop out from between her lips. I watched as her eyes met mine, and she then distinctly and purposely swallowed, and then smiled.
“Well, hi!” I weakly said. She laughed.
We looked at each for a little while, both a little unsure of what had just happened. This was so cliche, meeting on Craigslist, and then her inviting me to her apartment and giving me a blowjob even before we knew each other’s last names. Who does that? Certainly not nice suburban parents with kids they’re trying to bring up properly, right?
But even 40 and 50-something parents have physical needs, we don’t die when the clock strikes 39 and 12 months.
Satisfied, I sat there with a dopey smile on my face, while she knelt between my legs, her bare breasts resting on my thighs, hands on the inside of my hips, idly playing with my pubic hair. My cock began shrinking, and as it did so, another drop, then two, appeared at the tip. She knelt down and licked those drops off. “Can’t have you leaking all over, can we?”
She continued to play with it a bit more, then let go, and tucked it back in my underwear. Tugging the waistband back up, she snugged in my balls and caressed me a bit more, then helped me on with my jeans as I stood up.
Still kneeling, she pressed her hands against my thighs, then over my zipper.
“Would you like to come back again some time?” she cooed, looking up at me.
I held out my hand and pulled her up, and kissed her once she was on her feet. “I would very much like to come back. And to return the favor, if you like…”
She blushed for a second, saying, “Let me think about that. I might be a little shy down there myself. But I loved sucking your cock! It was beautiful! Thank you!”
“Thank you!” I responded, laughing at the obvious. She looked over at her spaghetti strap top, laying on the floor next to her, then shrugged. I’ll walk you to the door like this! She stuck her breasts out for me.
“I like that idea!” We walked to the door, kissed again, hard, and I opened the door. Mindful of not wanting to give her neighbors a show, I snuck through the opening, and closed the door most of the way behind me, but as I reached the bottom of the landing, I heard her call out, “Hey, you!”
As I turned around, her door opened all the way and she blew me a kiss, and then stood there, bare-breasted, with her hand on her hip, smiling.
The End (of this meeting)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bp4cve/surviving_my_first_craigslist_encounter_f_pt_5
How many parts are there?!!
Will there be another encounter?