As you guys know, I enjoy hearing about my reader’s sexual exploits, especially if they’re written well. Such is the case with one of my favorite female readers. She’s been lusting after an acquaintance for quite a while and had her patience rewarded with a cock in her mouth. She’s asked that I not reveal her identity, but here’s her story in her own words.
We had been flirting for months, old acquaintances found on the Internet. I used college experiences and the teasing he had done then as a jumping off point to take the conversation to a dirtier place. We got comfortable talking about our sex lives along with the rest of our day-to-day existence. And finally, finally one day I baited him into taking our sex talk from hypothetical to intimate. I had fantasized about him so much in school, and fed off of his sexual energy to such an extent that the words leapt off the screen to tantalize me in a totally unprecedented way. The real life connection, the memory of his hands and his body and how much I had wanted him then made it so hot now. We started exchanging stories and fantasies that became increasingly personal.
In person, we kept things completely platonic and friendly. He talked about being worried about having been inappropriate when we hung out – staring at my tits too much or something. But he was never inappropriate enough for me.
Until one day. We met for lunch and ate nervously, wondering if anything would happen, rubbing up against one another at every chance. I watched the minutes of his lunch break tick by. As we approached the car I imagined him pressing me up against it. No. When we got in, I fiddled with my seat belt and avoided his gaze, almost breaking down and kissing him. No. We began driving, only a turn or two from his office, my stomach started to drop at the prospect of leaving with nothing but frustration one more time.
Then his hand grabbed my thigh. Hard, strong, insistent, not like I was used to being touched, but just how I remembered him touching me. It was like the wind was knocked out of my lungs and I was breathing in steam. I kept my eyes on the road as my body flushed. His hand massaged my thigh, running down to squeeze my knee then dragging his short nails back up. His forceful fingers roamed further towards my inner thigh, my legs parting as I drove recklessly. His hand went higher and higher, his pinky finger brushing against my panties, hitting my sensitive clit. I felt like drugs were being pumped through my body. As we approached the stop light that would lead to his office park I breathed out “where the hell can we go?” and he simply replied “Straight.”
I drove past his office and he continued his groping, once, just once, reaching up to pinch my nipple making me groan. The scenario was just like a dirty story he had sent me, and when we stopped at another light I followed the plot along to its next step. I grabbed him and shoved my tongue down his throat. I’m not sure he’d been ready for my tongue but I forced it through his lips, feeling too urgent to wait. We separated and I kept driving, following his directions, running my hand down his chest and right to his bulging crotch. Touching him felt so good and he groaned. When I turned at his last instruction and saw a dead end, a smile spread across my face.
I parked the car and leapt at him. It was the fruition of months of flirtation on top of years of fantasizing about him. If I had been able to think, I wouldn’t have been able to believe it. I couldn’t slow down my kisses or stop my hands from roaming his body…until he started rubbing my pussy. My God. I started getting completely out of control as he stroked my center. He’d been the inspiration for so many solo orgasms that having him be the physical source was a new level of high. He kissed and licked my neck and chest. I ripped my shirt off to give him better access, and I could tell it made him nervous. (I guess in retrospect we were only a few blocks from his office, haha.) It was so fucking intense.
I regained my focus and shifted my attention to him. He has my favorite build for a guy, really slim and compact but strong and solid, and I couldn’t keep my hands off him. My fingers found his erection in seconds and his head fell back with a groan, it felt so good to see him react like that. He was getting harder and harder beneath my hand through his pants. I started undoing his belt and my hands were shaking, he took over and released his fabulous cock. I was nervous, I hadn’t anticipated this going so far so fast, I was almost scared to touch him but my brain didn’t tell my hand that as it closed around him for the first time.
I began stroking him tentatively, kissing his neck, and he whispered “I want your mouth.” I laughed and dropped my head to his shoulder, giggling “I know you do…” trying to make the decision. But I don’t really remember ever making the decision…I just remember my mouth closing around his dick and finding precum already on his head. That taste did me in. I had to have more, I had to make him cum. I wasn’t thinking about my technique or remembering things that he’d talked about liking. I was just on blow-job autopilot if you will, my mind spinning about this actually happening here in the front seat of my car. He put his hand on the back of my head and grabbed my hair lightly and I nearly swooned. He applied light pressure and I took him deep in the rhythm he indicated. As soon as I regained the presence of mind to try and take him into my throat I felt his hot cum hit the back of my mouth and I started sucking it up and swallowing. It was just what I wanted and it felt like a long-sought-after victory. The sense of euphoria was really overwhelming and unexpected. Clearly, this was a high I was going to need to have again.
And thus began a series of lunch-break trysts ending in parking lot orgasms or me on my knees in the middle of the woods… we’ve yet to make our mark on an indoor location or really get to remove much clothing. Anticipation is high…
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Mmm, the anticipation! Nothing wrong with blowjob autopilot, it can save dirty lives if done correctly!
Sweet story … I was just wondering yesterday if any of the women I consider my friends and colleagues ever fantasize about me … your story makes me think some of them probably do.
mmmm what a delicious experience!
very well written. Thank you guest writer! That was hot!
“But I don’t really remember ever making the decision…I just remember my mouth closing around his dick and finding precum already on his head. ”
I love a mouth with a mind of her own
“But I don’t really remember ever making the decision…I just remember my mouth closing around his dick and finding precum already on his head.”
“As soon as I regained the presence of mind to try and take him into my throat I felt his hot cum hit the back of my mouth and I started sucking it up and swallowing. ”
I like a mouth with a mind of her own.
Anticipation is everything
SiZZZle.
Wonderfully written – makes me long for a lunchtime tryst…
I always love erotica from her point of view, it’s like peeking inside another mind…
Thanks for the kind words everyone. It’s kind of a turn on to share this kind of writing with an audience.
Anticipation has continued to pay off, and we have “made our mark” on his office.
If “I want your mouth” was his star quote from this experience, “Shhh… there’s people right on the other side of this wall…” would have to be the standout from that one.
Okay, getting turned on now… must be time to read some more Alexa!
Wow — an excellent read, thank you for posting it!
There’s nothing quite so hot, for me, as that moment when things transition from “God I wish it would happen” to “God it’s happening!”
que excellente!
Wonderful blog…I have to return and scope-out the corners so nothing is missed. Some really nice pieces. I confess I was moved to describe a kiss, just that, and it’s well tolerated come back and leave more. It’s short…it’s 4 AM, I just got in, and I have to be at the gym at 7 AM.
So: kissing softly, dry lips brushing lightly, tasting each others
breath, lips part and tongues dart softly…pulling your lower lip in
to my mouth biting gently then pulling it deeper and feeling your
breath quicken. resting foreheads, catching a glimpse of the others eyes, lips meeting again. still tempting, teasing. running my tongue over your lips and cheek, kissing an eye, your nose, and a smile plays on your lips fort a moment.
running my fingernails up, and down your ribs, your back arches, feeling you shiver right through the cloth. my thumb catching on an impressively substantial and turgid nipple, flicking my thumb roughly there several times. you pull-in a deep breath, move your hips in reaction to my thumb. i hear my name softly, just a whisper. i takes a fistful of think hair, your head dips back in a snap, and pull you into close and tightly into me, head back, your mouth presents itself perfectly to explore and the kiss deepens. i’m keenly aware of your flesh much warmer now, and your thighs moving, riding your skirt even higher tells me of the heat between your thighs. your eyes open slowly, heavy-lidded, they look back and forth at my eyes, from one to the other and back again… searching my eyes to see my heat, to desperately read something there, something that will take us away in a defining moment as the night sky almost salaciously surrenders to the first faint pink of dawn.
your top is off one shoulder and i reach with one hand to finish the last few buttons and am fascinated that my action is accompanied by a throaty moan. your head falls to my shoulder and fills my face with your thick and heavenly scented hair. it reminds me of a time long ago when the late summer’s night air smelled much the same.
i move very slowly, not wanting to direct the moment but participate in small but irrevocable decisions. my hand finds its way just under the hem of your top and flattens against skin so soft i smile a smile you don’t catch. the fabric rides up and my hand moves slowly up your ribs. my fingers find resistance as they cannot slide beyond the supple bottom of your larger, heavier-than-expected breast. i run the back of my index finger over the flesh of your breast, feeling the curves and a wonderful firmness. my nail catches your naked nipple and i flick back at it, taking it between my thumb and forefinger to first roll it feeling it’s magical textures change as is grows harder yet with my touch. at the same time you pull a breath in through closed teeth, filling your lungs, and you press that breast harder against my fingers. my fingers still attached to that nipple now squeeze rather hard, harder than i commonly would at this point, a gut hunch it’s more than acceptable. a soft but very clear, “oooohhhhh” fills my neck where your face was resting, and now your come back to look right at me, still heavy-lidded and licking your dry lips.
your hands cross at the hem of your top and in that delicious (have a said delicious?) move gram the material and pull up, snaking your hair through, and the lips have a bit of a smile as you sit straighter allowing me the opportunity to take in the full splendor of your outrageously breasts. i run my fingertips over the hills and valley, over the long nipples and pluck each as i explore. “i knew you’d like
my tits…32D”. really small back and full breasts that sat high on her chest while wonderfully overlapping her ribs from the weight and size. small aureole and now goosebumps clearly populating the warm flesh in the cool air of the room. her eyes closed and she ran her hands under her breasts then over the tops, brushing her nipples and squeezing them with her palms. she shivered hard and smiled. “you do like ‘em?” i had to laugh. real laugh. i wanted to have her children and walk her through the park naked for all to witness. “her voiced softened almost conspiratorially, “in some bras, like at vic secret (her voice went up to a question there, as if wanting me to shake my head, ‘yes’), i need a 32 DD”. she was proud of them and better yet she wanted to be certain i really approved.
i pulled off my sweat shirt while grabbing a soft, but weighty cotton afghan always perched on top of the sofa. i shook it loose from it’s folds, gathered her into my arms, and wrapped us in the soft warmth of the cotton. i pulled loose strands of her hair from her eyes and stopped as her mouth moved in on mine. we kissed more deeply this time. sometimes the cosmos surprises you with just the right nudge that can be rather shocking.
she broke the kiss and backed up a bit. her skirt was up around her hips and her legs and thighs looked prefect. she cupped her right breast with both hands (it spread nicely), and brought the nipple to my face. “since you are a tit man…see, i didn’t say breast or boob, i’m learning, you deserve the best tit you can get”. she smiled in an embarrassed way and pushed the nipple to my lips. i spent some time praising that flesh with lips and teeth and marveled at how certain rougher gestures threw her head back, made her moan, and move her thighs and hips in-concert.
i reached up to grab a bunch of her hair when she in a flash grabbed the tiny skirt and said, ” wait a sec…” and she pulled the flimsy garment down her legs and dismissed them with a kick. all she wore was a spaghetti thong, white, and she hooked her thumbs into the strings on either side, and it landed on table in front of the couch. she curled into me as without reserve. “feeling naked with you feels so good baby”. her legs were out behind her and her large breasts pressed against me. by contrast my arms wrapped around a small back, easy and wonderful to hold.
exactly before i was about the pull my jeans off and join her flesh, she scutted down and slowly unbuttoned my jeans, lowered the zipper so very slowly. she quickly glances up at me for a the look that she was welcome and i was satisfies with her decision. i was heavy-lidded now and she went right back to work. she got as much of my jeans down as he could, and i pulled those off. she grabbed the sides of my shorts and very slowly pulled them down and off my feet. she sat back and looked at me. she smiled. she ran her hands slowly over my arms first, my chest, and ran her fingers over my flat stomach. she giggles again. “you’re beautiful”. i was caught by the absence of a smile. again she seemed lost thinking out loud. i felt wonderful that i worked hard to keep fit and that she liked what she saw.
will continue…dawn’s breaking…smile.
Joshua