J: when do you work again?
Me: it’s like you know! I work tonight.
J: I’m gonna go by.
I spend a little extra time trying to make sure I look decent before I leave the house. I use a few sprits of my favorite perfume, toss on some dusting powder, and pick out a cute but also comfortable pair of panties.
He walks in and I’m already eye fucking him. I didn’t relaize I was attracted to him so much until recently. My pussy nearly pulses at the thought of him touching me. We get to the usual bullshit, we sit on a tiny couch and talk about things. He shares pictures of girls he’s talking to, we laugh about how I didn’t fuck him the first time and we flirt like I’ve never flirted with anyone else before.
He heads to the back where another couple awaits, I’m secretly hoping he doesn’t interact with them. I hear moaning, and my heart sinks. 15 minutes pass and he comes out from the back, I mention I’d rather not know and he swears he didn’t do anything with them. I believe him.
The night dies down and yet again we’re the only ones here. We both head to the back and I’m bent over the couch, almost screaming at him to have his way with me. I try to play it cool instead, we watch the video and talk about his interest I ask about things hes into, taking mental notes the entire time.
He stands next to me and whips his cock out, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I’m still bent over the couch but refuse to even glance over at him even though I want to more than anything just take a small peek.
He walks behind me and grazes his naked dick across my hip, I feel my knees go weak and my panties flood. He ask me how soon I can leave and I pout as I mention I have to stay until closing. He puts his cock away and I start yelling at myself mentally that I lost my chance. I should have taken his cock in my mouth and looked up at him with every single stroke of my mouth.
He starts walking out the door, again leaving me almost begging for more. I don’t say a word. We haven’t even touched each other, just a simple few grazes. I need him.
I call a friend after he leaves, flustered, soaking wet, and craving some serious dick. It doesn’t take long for me to just blurt it out, mention that I’m too horny to even drive home. I make it to a gas station about 5 minutes from home and park under a parking lamp. I recline my seat back while panting, between whines and moans I ask him to please fuck me even though hes what feels like millions of miles away. I can feel the wetness soaking through my jeans. I rub my xlit though the outside of my pants, inching myself closer and closer to my release.
Then it happens, the phone disconnects. “What the fuck?!” I almost scream. I call back, “what the fuck! I was close!” We talk for a few minutes, “are you still in the moment? Did you lose it?” He tells me he doesn’t think he can keep going because he’s tired. I drive home as pouty as ever. I text him I made it safely, “You aren’t allowed to cum. Not until I tell you.” Good fucking God.
I’m currently trying to figure out how to ask J to just fuck me. I want things to be normal and friendly between us after we cross the line of no return. I keep writing up a text and deleting it nothing sounds right but the idea of him fucking me sounds so good.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c6vg05/he_leaves_me_wanting_more_continued_f