He leaves me wanting more. [F]

Jake has come into my work before, the first time all over the place. He had randomly text me, and because we met on Tinder of all places I didn’t save his number. The conversation was sort of short, to the point, but also a little thrilling.

J: hey, what happened?
Me: uh, who is this?
J: we were supposed to meet up for some naughty fun, (mentions where he’s from)
Me to myself: who the fuck is this? Do I know this person? I deleted the whole conversation do I just keep it going? I remember the town but totally don’t remember the face or the name.
Me: hmm, I guess I must have forgotten

We talk about what we’ve missed out on since ghosting one another, I mention where I work and this instantly catches his interest.

J: when do you work? Can I stop by?
Me: I work tonight actually
J: I’ll head out when it gets dark

This isn’t very shocking, a lot of people wait until it’s dark out. Hours pass and he finally shows up, at first there’s no real interest. He’s cute, but is he cute enough?

We talk for a bit, the night dies down. I lock up, and follow him to the back. We talk about the film that’s playing he’s talking to me about what he likes and doesn’t like. At this point I feel my panties damn near flooding. I want to beg him to bend me over that couch and mirror what the people in the video are doing.

I’m getting mixed signals from him, he mentions the girl he was just with the night before but I still want to taste him. I want him to send me home with weak knees, ruined panties, and a grin on my face that feels like it will be permanent.

It takes everything for me to not rip his pants off, and blow him right there.

He stands up, tells me he needs to get going and starts to head for the door. I almost think he’s joking. What the hell? That’s how you’re going to leave me? I swear with every step I take, the wetness between my legs grows more and more.

I stand at the door nearly pouting. He leaves and doesn’t say a word to me.

I watch him pull out if the parking lot and I almost chase after him. How the hell did he do that? What is even happening? It’s almost time to leave but I have something I need to do first.

I quickly drop my pants, lay on the couch and play with myself as quickly as I can. Gasping at every single once of air I can get as the orgasam floods my body.

I drive home flustered, frustrated, and bothered. I’ve seen Jake twice since that night. I’m still almost begging him to just pound away for me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c5t78t/he_leaves_me_wanting_more_f