To begin our tale, let me describe myself: 5’5″, curvy, brunette, DD cup, with a small but tight ass. He’s tall, dark and handsome, with full kissable lips, and a hint of an ugly duckling complex. However, after a recent break up, you wouldn’t know it based on the number of partners he’s had in the past few months. But I digress. This is about us not them. We met at work and have been friends for 15 years, but lost track of our friendship when he started dating his ex. About two years ago, we went to happy hour to catch up and just talk about the days when we first met. At said happy hour, we both divulged a mutual interest in one another, but never pursued anything because we’ve always been in relationships. In recent years, we’ve both become single for various reasons and decided it was time to rekindle the friendship. We started going to happy hour again about 6 months ago, and things started innocently enough talking about work, family, friends, etc. Eventually, we circled back around to our mutual attraction to another and this is where our story begins…
We’re at our usual spot one evening sipping bourbon, when our conversation turns hot. You see, we had gone out with friends from work the weekend before, and there was some very intentional whispering in the ears and “fuck me” glances on the dance floor, but we steeled ourselves in front of our friends. So at happy hour, I decided to divulge exactly how he made me feel that night as I felt his hot breath on my skin…I ached for his lips to kiss my neck. Sitting across from him at the table, I told him under the hum of the bar music that I wanted nothing more than to straddle him and feel his hard cock against my pussy. His response? “I want to see how wet you really are and just how sweet you taste.” In earlier conversations, he shared that he makes his lover’s cum multiple times before he even considers finishing. My heart was pounding inside my chest and my pussy ached for his touch. I wanted to be one of those lucky girls…
At that point, I downed the rest of my bourbon and said, “Let’s get out of here.” He requested an Uber and while we waited outside the bar, he took me off to the side of the building and pressed me up against the wall. Slowly he began kissing my neck, down to chest, then across and up the other side of my neck. His kisses trailed up my neck and just before his lips touched mine, he pulled away slightly to where I could only feel his hot breath against my lips, and he said, “God, I want you so badly… luckily, our Uber is here.” With that, he grabbed my hand and we rushed into the car. We both sat in the back, and as we drove to his place, I could feel his hand on my thigh. Ever so slightly, I felt his hand slide up my thigh, under my dress. His fingertips eventually reached my panties and I opened my legs just enough so that he could slide his fingers underneath and into my dripping wet cunt. I was so horny and he knew it. Years of pent up desire were about to be fulfilled…
When we got to his place, we ran inside and the minute the door slammed shut, he slid his hands into my hair and pulled me slowly into a deep, sensual kiss. His lips entangled with mine, my hips pressed against him. I could feel his cock poking through as I lifted my leg to curl around his to draw him closer to me. We made out like this, hot and heavy, for a few moments before he picked me up, hands firmly gripping my ass, and he took me to his bed. Gently, he laid me down and slid my dress up and off of my body, meticulously kissing each inch of me as I was revealed to him. Then, grabbing my panties, he slid those down and off as well. Finally, he slid each strap of my bra off my shoulders, kissing my collar bone, kissing my breasts, and eventually pulling the entire bra off until I was completely naked on his bed. He stood there, gazing at my naked body, and in a breathless voice said, “Now THIS is how I’ve wanted to see you, in a way I have never seen you before. No need for passwords now.” A running joke we had about him gaining access to some boudoir photos I had taken years prior when my friend was building her photography portfolio.
I laid there, writhing, my hands between my thighs begging him to join me. I sat up, unbuckled his belt, swiftly unzipped his pants and pulled them down to reveal his hard cock. It sprang from his pants and I immediately took him into my mouth, slowly and intently. My lips, slick with spit, slowly slid up and down his shaft while his head grazed the back of my throat. I looked up at him, his head thrown back in pleasure, his lips slowly letting out an “Oh God…” I felt his hands grip my hair, as he began to fuck my mouth. He said, “You like that, don’t you? Sucking my cock, hearing me moan. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I continued sucking and moaned a long confirmation…he tasted so good.
Before I could finish, he pulled my hair back, bent down and gave me a long, deep kiss and said, “My turn.” He lifted me up and laid me on the edge of the bed, with my feet firmly planted near my ass. Then he knelt down, and licked the inside of thighs while his hands caressed my body, sliding up my stomach, gently squeezing my tits. Slowly, his kisses reached my pussy, which was dripping now with anticipation. He licked my pussy sweetly at first, like a lollipop, but then, he took all of me into his mouth, devouring my pussy. He hummed as he ate me out and then began to finger me at the same time. He clearly knew what he was doing…his fingers fucked me in rhythm and I writhed my hips up to meet his face. I ran my fingers through his hair, and said, “Enough. I need you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me.” From there, he crawled up onto the bed, kissing his way up my body until his was towering over me. He lowered himself to kiss me as I sucked off my juices from his lips. Intently, he rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit as I moaned and wriggled with desire. I took his head in my hands, looked him in the eyes, and said “Fuck me. Fuck me like you’ve wanted to for the past 15 years.” He slid his cock into my pussy slowly to which I responded by grabbing his ass to pull him into me. He moaned, “Oh God, you’re so tight… You feel so good…” Breathlessly, I moaned in his ear, “You feel that, baby? All that wetness? That’s all for you. Because of you. Oh God…you feel so fucking good inside of me.” He continued to thrust until he asked, “What’s your favorite position? Let me fuck you that way. I need you to cum.” I replied, “On top.” In one cinematic motion, we flipped over and I began riding him. Lifting his hips to pound into me, I could feel every inch of him inside me. I bounced on his cock, my tits bouncing in time. He grabbed them to steady our motion as I continued to grind against him. Before I knew it, I was cumming hard, my hands gripping the tops of his with them still on my breasts. Without skipping a beat, he said, “Flip over on all fours. I wanna fuck you from behind.” I obeyed and in an instant, I could feel his hardness pounding inside of me again. Ahhh, doggy style. My second favorite. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me up against him and whispered, “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You liked being fucked like this, huh?” His hand loosened from my hair and gripped my throat. “You like being choked, don’t you, you little slut…” I whimpered, “Yes.” Fuck. I was going to cum again…I always loved a good, rough fuck…in no time, I felt my pussy tighten around him, I let out a loud moan as I gave in to it. I fell over trying to catch my breath, and said, “Now you…” I laid him down on the bed, turned around and lowered myself into him – reverse cowgirl. I bounced up and down on his cock while he firmly grabbed my ass to keep time. I liked this position because he could see all of my most intimate parts being fucked by him, my juices dripping down his cock…I picked up the pace, he squeezed harder…the only sounds were my ass slapping against his thighs…he sat up, laid me on my stomach and drilled into me, his hands around my throat again…his breath against my ear, his chest pressed against my back…he fucked me harder and eventually, I felt his body tense against mine as he let out a deep sigh. “My God, that was better than I imagined.” I giggled, “Same.” He pulled out of me, and we both laid there… wondering if that just really happened. I turned over to face him, and kissed him deeply…then said, “So, when’s the next happy hour?”