The memory of a night that is still quite vivid in my mind, so maybe you can have your fun with it, too.
I’ve known him for a while. We have some friends in common, that’s how I got to meet him. We’ve had on and off contact since March, mostly communicating over texting and occasional calls, as we live in different cities. We enjoy talking, we have a similar kind of humour and I like the way he looks at the world. Apart from that, we have spent some fun nights together on the few occasions when we met, so there is some chemistry, may it be friendship or something more, it doesn’t really matter here.
For the record: I am 24 (looking much younger though), 5.4ft, dark blonde long hair. I’m slender, so no huge tits, but nice shape and I’ve been told that I got a nice ass. I made a trip in the beginning of June to the city where he lives because I had a job interview there, so naturally, he invited me to stay at his place for a few days. He went to work during the day, so I could focus on the interview, do some sport and visit other friends I have in that area while he was gone. In the afternoon he’d come back, cook for me (I offered my help, but he said he enjoys cooking, especially if it is for someone else), so I’d just hang around and have some wine or beer while he’d prepare the food, listening to music together and talking random stuff.
He is gorgeous to be honest. If I have something like a ‘type’ in men, I’d say he comes pretty close. He is turning 24 soon, he is tall, has an even and pretty face with the right amount of edge to it, short hair, trimmed beard. As if the physcial part woulnd’t be enough, he just radiates a vibe that keeps me fascinated, I can never quite read him. So altogether, I feel pretty much physically attracted to him and I was never a strong one when it comes to self-control or controlling my desire. I knew beforehand that he didn’t have a girlfriend or anything serious going on and so far we’ve always had sex when we met, so of course we ended up in bed together. I mean seriously, I wasn’t gonna let that opportunity go by if I have such a handsome one right in front of me.
This is the story of our last night together. The sex was good before, without question, but I need some time to get used to someone, so it gets better the better we get to know each other.
We were done with dining outside on the balcony and the wine bottle was already half empty when we back inside. By the end of my visit there was no distance left between us, which means while passing him I’d stroke his back or touch his arm and he’d do the same, occassionally hugging me from behind or stroking down my spine to my ass, sending chills through my body whenever we’d touch like that.
It was pretty warm those days, so he was sleeping just in underwear and I had stolen one of his t-shirts as a night gown. He was in bed before me and when I climbed over him to “my” side of the bed, he pulled me down and started kissing me. I sat on top of him, bend town, one hand on his shoulder, the other one in his hair, pulling him closer into the kiss. His hands moved up my arms and then down my back, finally pulling the shirt over my head. I sat up quickly, tying my hair into a ponytail (my hair falls down to my waist, so it gets in the way pretty easily), grinning down at him while he could get a good look at my naked upper body while I stretched my arms back to tighten the hairtie. Then I bend down again, slowly moving my body onto his, enjoying the touch of skin on skin. We both sighed as I slowly laid myself on top of him, grinding over his cock that I could already feel being hard through the fabric.
He suddenly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in tight so I couldn’t move anymore. I relaxed for a second, just enjoying his warmth and breathing in his scent close to his collarbone. I turned my face to the side so I could start to kiss his neck, right where you can feel the pulse under the skin, slowly kissing my way up behind his ear, until I hit a sensitive spot; he laughed breathlessly and pulled away. He let me get up and we started making out again, quickly becoming more passionate. I stopped, letting him catch his breath and kissed my way down his neck, playfully biting here and there. He tends to be rather careful and tender, but I can’t keep from using my teeth or fingernails when I let go…
I moved down his body, I wanted a good taste of him. I took of his shorts and was greeted by his nice and hard cock. I slowly licked up his shaft before I took it in my mouth, moving up and down while drawing circles with my tongue. I slowly pulled my fingers up the inside of his thighs and started to caress his balls. When he got even harder I changed, continuing the movement around his cock with my hand while carefully kissing, licking and sucking his balls.
After enjoying his taste for a while, I came back up, eager to taste more, feel more of him. He laid me down on my side and took off my underwear, finally touching my warm, wet pussy. I pulled myself closer and wispered in between moans “would you mind going down on me, too?” (I hadn’t wanted it the days before, otherwise I wouldn’t have had to ask for it) and he kissed me, smiling, before answering “you wanna lie down or sit on my face?”. I like both, but I chose the lying position. He moved between my legs, teasing me with kisses and veery light touches, driving me crazy very patiently. After a while he became rougher, sliding first one and then two fingers into me, fingerfucking me while he kept eating me out. God he drove me up the wall. I was moaning, unable to lie still. The tension came and went, curving my spine, making my breath go faster and shallower. I clenched my hands into the linen, holding on to his arms or burying my hand in his hair. I got close a few times, but for some reason I coulnd’t reach my climax. It was electrifying, but also pretty frustrating. At some point I felt bad for him, too, so I stopped him, putting my finger to his chin and pulling his face up: “I don’t know why it doesn’t work, but we can just fuck you know, I’ll be done in like 5 seconds.” He looked up, laughed – and kept going. He started slowly again, picking up the speed and suddenly he hit the right spot. My breath got faster, the tension built up to an absolutely intolerable amount and finally I fell apart, gasping as I felt my muscles tense and relax in waves.
Afther that orgasm I needed a bit to sort my mind, catch my breath. He gave me a minute, happy with the result of his work – and then slowly restarted, waiting if I’d say something against it, but I didn’t. Within a few minutes he had me coming a second time, the orgasm pulsing through me even as violent as the first one. Good thing his flat has thick walls…. I felt incredible afterwards but also pretty shaken, I couldn’t stop giggling kinda nervously about the whole situation. He came back up lying next to me, taking my still trembling body in his arms and waiting till I was in control again.
While we were just lying there, giving me some rest, I moved my hand down and started touching his cock, stroking and teasing, until I had him hard again. I then turned my back on him, ready now to take control after he had already given me so much pleasure. I opened my legs and guided him into my dripping wet pussy from behind, pushing down until I felt his whole length inside of me. We both moaned at that feeling, and his hands digged into my hips, pulling and pushing me onto him. He kissed my neck as I strechted to allow him an even deeper angle and I moved on hand behind his head, gripping his hair, the other hand in his fingers, pressing against him as he kept fucking me and I moved wit the rythm of his body. At some point he lost a bit of that carefulness and fucked me harder, and I enjoyed every second of it. At some point I wasn’t happy anymore with being the more passive part, so I pushed him over and sat astride, facing away from him and started to ride him. I leaned forward and curved my spine so that he would get a nice look at my ass, which he obviously enjoyed, as he asked “is it okay if I turn on the lights?”. I kept riding him, changing in between sitting up straight or being bend down while I touched myself and heard him panting behind me.
“Hey… Is it okay if I come onto your breasts?” His hands on my hips had slowed me down as he asked, both of us sweaty and breathless from the effort. “Sure, if you want.” He had my lying on the back, sitting on top of me now and looking down, his cock right in front of my face. Because the light bulb was blinding me, we turned it off and opened the curtains instead so we could see each other. I started jerking him off and finally found the courage to look up in his face. He stared right back at me. I grinned: “Tell me if you feel watched and want me to look away”. “No, I kinda like it like that”, he answered smilingly, so we locked eyes as I picked up the speed. I occasionally couldn’t supress a smirk, staring up in his face, his expression being uncontrolled and taken over by his senses. I felt him, _saw_ him get closer as every fiber of his naked body, every muscle that was visible, seemed to tense up, built up pressure until he released a load, shooting his cum over my breasts.
We cleaned up, both of us fully satisfied and exhausted and quickly went to sleep… God, it was a fun night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c3i695/that_time_i_came_twice_while_getting_oral_had_a
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