Or at least I was 2 days ago when I first tried writing this story.
It all started 2 weeks ago when I ran into my old boyfriend from when I was 18… he was 25 but I was always the more experienced of us. We used to fuck each other’s brains out every chance we got. But we broke up as you do, it was a teen romance. I thought about him every now and then – but I had moved on with my life.
I was waiting in line at the cafe in the foyer in my building when I heard him laugh behind me. I turned before I realised why – and our eyes met. We agreed to meet for lunch (which went wonderfully) and then decided to keep the conversation going after work. He’s been divorced 3 years, I’m single for now. It’s been 15 years since we saw each other.
WE jumped in his truck after work, decided to go for a drive to the beach, it’s winter here so it was deserted. Closer and closer we sat near each other. Our reminiscing drifted from friends and family to our old escapades. Soon my head was in his lap, his hands were gently stroking my face and neck. I could feel him get hard under my face. I directed his hands to my breasts, we giggled and kept talking about our favourite fucks. About the time we drove around while I fucked myself in the passenger seat with a dildo. His birthday party where we fucked non-stop in his bedroom with the curtains open… I still think about how his friends watched through the glass.
I reached up and kissed him, he tasted sweet and salty and just how I remembered. It was freezing cold so we decided to head home. On the way back to the car our hands roamed everywhere, my blouse stayed open. Before we got back in the truck we stopped and kissed some more, talking about my exhibitionist tendencies. His truck was parked across from some apartments with some guys out the front. Before we got in he held me tight, facing me towards the group as he moved his hands back over my tits. We pulled my bra down and exposed my breasts to the freezing cold air – I leaned my head back to kiss him – I had missed this! His hands moved down into my pants, he finally moved his hands down the front of my cunt. I was *so wet*. He moved his fingers between my pussy lips and brought them back to his mouth. I kissed my own juices off his lips.
We drove back to my house, I had to crawl into the backseat to grab my bag when I turned and lay on the seats. I told him to kiss me. I was removing my blouse and bra before he had even closed the truck door. He licked my tits in long even delicious strokes. I was working to get his pants off but he stopped me. We found something to support my head, and he moved his hands to my pussy. He was kneeling over me just liked we used to, his hands moving over my clit and then slipping inside me. I couldn’t stop whimpering – it was just like every fucking amazing time he ever made me cum, and here he was doing it again. His thumb moved across my clit and he slipped a single finger inside me and I came. I shook and shuddered and he just grinned down at me, “good girl” he says, just like he used to. I came again just from his fingers sliding in and out of me. He moved them in and brushed my G spot., his thumb still sliding across my clit. His other hand was moving around, from caressing my face and mouth to fondling my exposed tits, carefully tweaking my nipples. He played me like a musical instrument, carefully timing his pinches with the speed of his fingers, fucking me with his hands. I came over and over and over. I couldn’t stop. He told me again how good I was cumming on his hands, he finally removed them – my juices shining in the street lights shining through the windows. I had grabbed some condoms after lunch, thankfully. I grabbed one from my bag, he grinned harder than I had seen that night.
He removed his pants best he could in the back seat, we put the condom on as quickly as we could manage. His hands smeared my juices across my face and he kissed it off. I raised my hips, and felt his beautiful, magical, fabulous cock move to my pussy lips. I cried out loud as he entered me. He filled me up in a way I hadn’t had in 15 years. It felt so fucking good and familiar and hot and I just kept cumming. We kissed as he thrust inside me over and over. I was getting dizzy and hoarse when his face contorted. I grabbed his face in my hands and bucked my hips. He cried out and collapsed. We couldn’t stop kissing though.
We lay like that for fuck knows how long. But we both had Saturday plans so I eventually managed to find my pants and my top and I went back inside my house. I needed to fuck him so badly we didn’t even make it out of the car.
We’ve been fucking ever since, and I can’t wait to tell everyone. We have some plans for the group sex we had fantasised about years ago. I was his dirty little slut back then and since then I’ve graduated to whore. He loves my stories and I’m hoping to share our adventures here. I’m hoping we can take some photos too if folks would like to see? We wanna play – send us ideas for how to properly fuck a little whore like me? He really really loves this account of mine, I can’t wait to get back to being his dirty little slut.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bt6agl/imf_getting_my_pussy_licked_by_a_very_talented
Is the talented man famous? Or is he talented because he can do things with his dick
Oh good god yes, pictures would be awesome. Your story was all over the place and I hope the pics would be the same