**FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS PART: I’ve been reminiscing on some past experiences and decided to write them down, as a bit of a writing exercise and as a way to relive some great sexual moments.**
**This story concerns an old girlfriend of mine, we had a rather wild relationship which had its fair share of ups and downs and towards the end it was mostly downs and we drifted more into fuck buddy territory without the label of “boyfriend and girlfriend”. However, this sort of worked in our favour, with our inhibitions lowered our sex life, which was never boring in the first place, shot through the roof.**
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Her name was Emma and believe me when I tell you that she was gorgeous. I’m not a tailor as a lot of posters here seem to be so I can’t tell you her exact measurements and cup size but I can tell you she had an incredibly slender and lean body. She had lovely long legs which lead do a rather petite but plump ass. Her breasts were amazing, firstly for the fact that they did not match her frame at all. Compared to her small body they were large, with a teardrop shape, and I can still picture the way they hung when she was riding on top of me. Secondly, her almost always erect nipples. Emma’s skin was rather pale and her nipples were a bright pink in comparison and covered in little bumps. Picturing them now is actually distracting me from writing this so let us get to the reason we are here.
It was summer during college and I spent a lot of time at Emma’s place. Her mum never seemed to be home for more than a couple of hours in the morning and her dad travelled for work so I actually only met him a handful of times. On this particular day it was around lunch time when I arrived at her house, Emma, not one for being underdressed, was wearing this really cute summer dress decorated with flowers, no bra, and her dark hair was cut short just to where her nipples poked through the fabric. the dress wasn’t overly short but it was enough that when she bent over to reach for something in the fridge I felt something stirring.
As she bent over her dress rode up her thighs revealing a slight peek at the underwear she’d picked out that morning. It was a very pale blue in colour and it found itself nestled between the lips of her vagina. In about five minutes I would be spreading those lips. As a lover of cliches I couldn’t allow my bent over fuck buddy to move without first getting behind her. Moving from my chair at the kitchen bar I walked over to her, placed my hands onto her hips and pushed my groin into her ass and mound.
“Found what you’re looking for?” I asked.
“Nope, maybe mum forgot to grab it from the store” This was a little thing Emma loved to do, being purposefully obtuse towards the fact that I wanted to fuck her.
She loved her non-verbal cues though. Wriggling herself against my lap. This was my go ahead to get started and I wasted no time at all, taking one hand from her hip and slipping it in between her legs, I rubbed her gently, pushing the fabric of her underwear against her pussy. I knew she loved this feeling and I would one day find out that she loved having her panties stuffed inside her (a story for another time). She rose, closing the fridge door, and pushed herself back against me. I took my other hand and placed it against her chest, I kissed and bit at her exposed neck and continued to rub at her panties. I felt her heartbeat quickening.
She broke free of my grip on her and as she spun herself around to face me I drove Emma back into the fridge door. My mouth found hers as she wrapped a leg around me, trapping my thigh and pulling our bodies closer together. My dick was rock hard at this point and I knew she felt it as she started rubbing her groin against me. I separated our lower bodies and my hand again found her panties. They were soaked through, leaving the tips of my fingers wet. I hooked my thumb into her panties and pulled them to the side. She gasped, breaking our kiss, as my fingers slipped inside her. I left her mouth free to moan and my lips found her neck and collarbone and my fingers found their way deeper inside of her, rubbing her from the inside. The heel of my palm ground against her clit.
Her hands scrambled for my belt, inevitably getting tangled with my own, I broke free allowing her access. Belt undone. Zipper down. Jeans dropped to the floor. Dick free. She wrapped her hand around me and began to stroke, leaning back against the fridge door and staring into my eyes. After a while she cupped her hand under my penis and leaned forward. Letting spit fall from her mouth onto the head of my dick. I gasped as I always did when the cold fluid hit me and she chuckled, like she always did. Now wet and slid between her grip easily, I was moaning and it felt like I was getting harder and harder.
I leaned into kiss her but her hand came up in between us and pushed me away, that hand slid down my chest and she slid to her knees and took me into her mouth. The initial feeling of a warm mouth taking your dick is one of the greatest feelings in the world, and the feel of the lips closing around it and the gentle suction that follows is a very close second. She bobbed her head back and forth, starting at the tip and slowly taking more and more of me into her mouth. Emma’s blowjobs were deceptive, they always started soft and gentle but it was a ruse. She gave hot, messy head. She would alternate between sucking and bottoming out on my dick, making herself gag slightly. I loved watching her build up intensity, slurping and sucking at her own spit as she worked my dick. I began to fill a tightness build in my balls and the telltale sign of my shaft beginning to twitch with building cum. I put my hand on her head to try and gently push her off. She wouldn’t budge.
“Em..Em!” I gasped, I couldn’t finish yet. She peered up from my dick and let me slide out of her mouth. She gave me a little frown and stuck out her bottom lip, pouting at me.
“Come on now,” I said, “don’t be a brat”.
“Fine” she said, with a smile, and wiped the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand. Fucking hot.
She stood and walked past me towards the living room. Without breaking stride she pulled her dress over her head and dropped it onto the floor. Her small butt clad in those little blue panties was a beacon for me to follow. I, much less gracefully, pulled off my top and hopped out of my jeans, skidding both across the kitchen floor as I followed after her. I found her in the living room sitting cross legged on an old armchair in the corner of the room, she looked like the boss in a boardroom. I walked towards her and dropped to my knees, reaching to uncross her legs but she put her foot against my chest and held me back. I took in her body, from her painted toes, her long legs, the wet patch on her thin underwear, her hard stomach, her pale tits with those bright pink nipples, and the cheeky smile she had on her face.
“No, no, you want to fuck?” she asked “Then lets fuck”.
She raised her hips slightly and hooked her underwear, sliding it off, she stepped out of one side and pushed it down her leg until it was hooked around the toes pushed to my chest. She raised her foot up until her panties were against my face, I could smell her wetness. I took the panties with my teeth and let them fall to the floor and kissed the side of her foot. She drew it back and spread her legs. Her pussy was beautiful. Emma took her finger and ran it across the length, spreading it. Her labia was wet and swollen and she rubbed gently at her clit poking from under its hood. She pulled the finger back until it nestled in the small dark patch of her pubic hair.
“Kiss it.”
I leaned forward and kissed it, felt the heat and tasted the slightly bitter sweetness. I began to run my tongue against her but she pushed my head back and stood up. Turning around she leaned over the armchair, and placing a leg on each arm she presented herself.
“Fuck it.”
She didn’t need to ask me twice. I stepped forward to her spread pussy and without pause slid myself inside of her. Slamming to the base of my shaft. She moaned loud and slow. I let her relax before I began pumping, after the blowjob in the kitchen I knew this wouldn’t last long so I wasn’t going to be gentle about it. I fucked her hard, taking my time with each thrust. My hand smacked her ass cheek, matching the slaps our bodies made against each other. My other hand reached for her breast and I pinched her nipple, rolling it between my fingertips. I knew how hot this got her.
“Fuck, that’s cheating!” she squealed.
I bought my hand away and grabbed onto her hips, pulling her back to meet my strokes, my grip leaving her pale skin red. I watched my dick disappear into her and my mouth watered, I let some saliva fall onto her tight asshole and my thumb worked it in.
“Fuck, fuck” she moaned, “Don’t you stop, don’t you dare stop.”
I felt her pussy get hotter with each stroke until she came on my dick. I pulled back a little too far and I slipped out of her, my penis was wet and the creaminess of her cum stuck to me. I held the base of my shaft and entered her again.
She looked back at me, her cheeks were flushed and her mouth hung slightly open, drool on her lips. She licked them.
“Say my name when you cum.”
There was no going back.
“Emma” I groaned as I emptied myself inside her. I felt my cum fill her up and I continued to thrust it deeper inside her. She arched her back with a final moan before collapsing onto the back of the armchair.
We both stayed there for a while trying to catch our breath. She dropped her legs back onto the cushion, closing them so no cum could escape. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and gently kissed her shoulder, she raised her hand to play with my hair.
“So” I said between breaths. “how about that lunch?”
She groaned and playfully elbowed me in the sides. I always knew how to ruin the moment.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c4l8ow/emma_and_i_having_lunch_mf_long