I was drunk and in the pool watching these two girls flirt and take off their tops in front of a jacuzzi full of men for the attention. Then proceed to compare breast sizes and then flirt with each other and make out.
It was unnecessary. The girl, Megan was making out with was the wrong girl. Holly, the red head wasn’t making out with Megan because she was legitimately attracted to her, she was making out with her because she’d be seen as sexy for doing so.
Megan left the pool to go to the bathroom. I made up my mind then to follow her, and wait outside the bathroom for her until she came out.
The hallway had two doors, one for the bathroom another directly across to the hosts bedroom. She came out of the bathroom and I grabbed her by the waist. I pulled her into me and pressed her body against mine. Looking her in the eyes, my lips inches from her’s I asked, “So how many girls have you been with exactly?”
She mumbled something that sounded like, “None, only kissed.” I grabbed her ponytail and tilted her head back to kiss her. My hand ran down her side and squeezed her ass. She was a great kisser. I ran my hands along her body and backed her into the bathroom. She closed the door to the bathroom. I lifted her slender body up onto the bathroom counter and cupped her breasts. She moaned in response to the pressure of my hands.
There was pounding at the door. We giggled.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” Said Holly.
“Ugh, fine.” I whispered to Megan. “Let’s just go into the bedroom.”
I opened the door to Holly and Aidan.
“What are you doing in there?” Holly asks.
“What does it look like?” I say between kissing Megan.
Holly laughs and then goes into the bathroom.
I see Aidan move closer to us. He lowers his voice, talks a bit slower and says.
“You realize if you go into my room, I get to watch right? You realize, I’m coming in there with you if you go into MY room?”
Megan didn’t seem to mind him coming in the room with us. But my mind was racing.
I wanted to be with just her for a bit. However, I was always curious about Aidan. I’ve always wanted to see what he became when he was turned on. I wonder this about many of my friends.
Finally I replied. “I don’t mind if you come in with us. We’re going in there, with or without you.”
I pulled Megan into the room and she wrapped one arm around Aidan and the other around me. Far off in the distance I heard the door shut. I was so far gone. I had more to drink that I could remember. I had smoked two bowls. Megan backed me into a large wooden chest at the foot of Aidan’s bed and began to kiss and suckle on my nipples. I watched Aidan’s hands run down her body as she bent over to attend to me. His mouth hungrily finds the nape of her neck and begins to nibble, bite and kiss her. His hands slide off her bikini bottoms then he unties his board shorts.
I’m still unsure of my role in this now threesome. Did he intend to simply pleasure her and her me? Were we all equal in this experience? I didn’t have time to figure out.
My eyes follow the line of Megan’s body. I’m enamored with the gentle way she hourglasses. I hear her moan as Aidan finally pressed inside of her. I watch him as he finds his rhythm. I move from watching the length of his cock as it presses into her to his shoulders, and finally to his eyes. There’s something incredibly animalistic about the way he looks while he’s fucking her. I’m drawn into him. I’m caught. He’s staring intently back at me. My hands find his skin, gently. His arms aggressively pull me into him for a kiss. His kisses are rough. His whole person was rough.
I matched his roughness with my own. I wrapped my hands around him and let my mouth find his neck. Gingerly, I took some of his skin into my mouth and licked and sucked. Slowly, I started to bite down adding more and more pressure. Aidan and I bring Megan over to the actual bed. He flips her over on her back and fucks her from that angle. Megan moans and grabs my breasts and takes them into her mouth. I simply watch them for a few minutes. Finally, after I couldn’t handle it any longer. I said,
“Megan, can I taste you? I want to eat you out!”
A breathy, heavy “yes” escapes from her lips.
I spread Megan open on the bed and bend over. As my fingers part her lips, I feel hands on my sides. Aidan is behind me. I gently lick at Megan. Softly, I take her clitoris into my mouth and suck and flick. I feel Aidan as he slides into me. The three of us continue with this rhythm for a bit, until we are interrupted by Holly again. Aidan leaves and approaches her.
“Did you want to join?” He’s touching her sides, completely naked.
“No, I just want to watch.”
Aidan comes back to kissing me. I was sad that he had left. We were both eager to be touching again. His kisses were harder and more intense. His hands held onto my sides.
I look over to to where Holly was to see her masturbating to the three of us. At some point, Aidan decides to leave with Holly but they bring in D and Kevin, Megan’s S/O.
Immediately, D comes in and kisses me. He wraps his arms around me as I pleasure Megan. I feel his fingers find me. He plays with my clit for a bit before finally fingering me. Eventually, I move back onto the bed. Megan and I are both on our backs next to each other. Kevin has her legs spread, and his face is buried in her. D is fucking me. Megan and I are kissing and touching each other the best we can. I really enjoyed that moment. Getting fucked while making out with her.
We switched. She wanted to eat me out, so D fingered her, while she ate me out. Then I asked her to sit on my face. Which I loved. I was licking and sucking and fingering her as her hips were grinding into me and she was moaning. D was so proud at his girl for eating her out so well.
At some point both men were fingering us. I don’t know who brought who to orgasm, I just know that I came and it was amazing. But I was exhausted.
D and I finished, put on what clothing we could find and then retired to the master bedroom upstairs.
I woke up the next morning with my entire body sore. The photos are the bruises and chipped teethe that were left behind.
It was dark when he came to pick her up. She had been thinking about the first night they shared together:
Their first night was so innocent. He had some over to play some videogames. The two of them enjoyed learning the new game together for awhile. If he had learned something before her, he would pause to show her the new move.
Soon they grew tired of playing the game. They decided to move from gaming to tv shows. As the show played, their bodies slowly shifted closer and closer to one another.
She looks at him. “Did you want to snuggle while we watch this show?”
He smiles and nods. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind that.”
The two of them get comfortable, she snuggles onto his chest, with his hand wrapped around her shoulders. The sit like this for awhile. They keep looking at each other. She smiles and touches his nose, or the sides of his face.
He keeps glancing.
“Did you want to kiss me very cute, adorable sir?”
Their lips met. Softly at first and a little unsure of how the other kissed. But they soon found a rhythm they could both meet. He’d dart his tongue into her mouth and she’s gently meet his with hers. His tongue was grooved and felt different than any other’s she’d felt before.
They continued to kiss. She slowly moved to his cheeks then neck and earlobes. She felt him sigh and melt with pleasure as she did this. The sounds of his pleasure ignited a fire in her. She was hungry to please him.
FIlled with lust from her kissing him just right, he pushed her back on the bed. His lips met hers aggressively and his hands squeezed her sides.
The two pulled apart. Breathing heavy, but attempting to remain quiet.
They finished the episode and he left.
We fought that morning. D and I. I was feeling under appreciated because our sex drives weren’t syncing up which was translating as, “No, I’m not in the mood” the last three times I had tried coming onto him.
I decided not to try. He would come to me when he wanted. But I missed his signals and got all confused and pissy.
“Fuck it.” I thought. I bagan pulling the sheets off of D to reveal his mostly naked body. He was in the middle of playing the Diablo 3 beta running through a dungeon. I started kissing his arms, slowly making my way up to his shoulders, then his neck and finally his lips.
He giggled. “ahhhh, I want to kiss you, but I’m in the middle of a dungeon, I can’t pause.”
“that’s okay, you’re just going to have to deal with me until the dungeon ends.”
I kept kissing him. I softly ran my fingertips across his cool, smooth skin. He was giggling and trying to turn away while still playing his game. But, I pressed on.
This went on for ten or so minutes. When D finally finished the dungeon, he pushed the computer aside and pulled me on top of him.
I was already naked. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar feeling of my pussy stretching to allow him inside of me. His hips and muscles are magical. I love the way he fucks me. He can keep a steady, hard rhythm for long periods of time, and he can fuck me harder than any one else ever has.
Still sitting up, I rolled my hips around him. I felt him thrust his hips up into my center. He reached up and ran his hands along my sides. He looked up at me and smiled as he cupped my breasts with both his hands. When he smiles, his eyes light up with so much happiness and love. As he’s thrusting into me, I start to play with my clitoris. Our Rhythms match and he watches me play with myself.
“I want to feel you come while I’m inside of you.” His favorite feeling.
I oblige and continue pleasuring myself. My breaths get shorter and shorter, until finally, I feel myself holding them in. My muscles clench and a wave of pleasure washes over me and my pussy tightens around him. When we make love, he smiles when I come, it’s like he’s just so elated to feel my finish.
I move down his body. Bracing my body weight with my hands on either side of his face I begin to arch my back upward, pulling myself slowly up his cock. I do this until he’s barely inside of me and then thrust downward.
He sighs and closes his eyes. I go on for quite awhile, until he couldn’t handle this slow sensual feeling of me slowly pulling upward on his cock and then slamming down.
D grabbed my hips and began voraciously thrusting into me. I moved my body so I was completely on top of him, no longer bracing my weight. I relished the feeling of his dick thrusting and pressing into the very back of me. He continued on until I felt him change his pace, he slowed down and thrust into me harder. His head tilted backward and I felt him pulsate as he came inside me.
Last week I made plans to see Jesse on Tuesday, which then changed to Wednesday.
As much as I was sad that Jesse wouldn’t be able to come out and play Tuesday, I have to admit that I was grateful for the opportunity it presented for D and I. He and I had smoked and decided to take a shower together.
The shower was amazing. It was warm and we had music going.
D was playing fast, clubby remixes of pop songs. It was the best of both worlds for my mind. Not only did I have the fun beats of the clubby remix parts, I also knew the words to most of the songs already.
We allowed for each other to wash off. But the thing about me having any sort of drug or alcohol in my system is that it makes me want to move my body to music.
So I started dancing around D in the shower. I wasn’t touching him at first. We laughed and I then turned around and hugged him and kissed him. That didn’t last too long though, because I went straight to work on dancing on him. His body was slick and smooth. At first it was just him hugging me and me shaking my hips, but then I got more and more into it. I started rotating and rolling my hips to the music against D.
Soon, I noticed a change in his body movements. He wrapped his arms around my sides and pulled my ass up against him so he could feel the motion of my hips as his fell into rhythm with mine.
I felt him get harder and harder as I ran my plump ass around his pelvic area. After ten or so minutes of us dancing and singing, D turned me around, bent me over and pushed himself into me. No foreplay, nothing he just wanted to be inside of me.
I felt my body adjust itself to allow him to fit inside of me. I propped myself up on my tip toes as high as I could. He grabbed my hips and began pumping his erect cock deeper into me.
Not wanting him to come inside of me just yet, I motioned for him to slow down. I twisted my back around the best I could to look D in the face. He smiled and bent down to kiss me slowly sliding himself out of me.
“Please, can I suck your dick? I really like doing it!” I asked him.
D allowed me to get comfortable. I folded my legs so I was sitting on my calves. Firmly, I placed my hands on the sides of his toned thighs. I started working him slowly and mainly with just my tongue. I could feel him become more aroused by the minute as he began to slowly rock his hips toward my mouth.
I relaxed my throat and let him inside of me. At that moment, I couldn’t help but think, “I want to suck his dick like a porn star and ride him like I’m on camera.”
And at that moment, I was filled with so much confidence. I felt like I was going to be the reason he came tonight and he was never going to forget it.
I was perched in a perfect position for him to be fucking my face. With a quick tug, I pulled D’s thighs toward me. He got the message real quick.
I felt his hand reach down and crumple some of my dark, wet hair into his hand. I looked up while he was fucking my face. This was great.
But after about ten minutes, it seemed like D was ready to please me. He gingerly helped me up from my seated position. I wasn’t wearing my glasses or contacts, so shower sex can be hard for the express reason that I can’t see.
Our shower/bath combo is large. Not one of those rectangular tubs, but a huge oval shaped one.
D positioned himself sitting on the floor of the tub. He then moved my leg to rest on one of the higher soap shelves and placed the other leg on the other side of his body. My pussy was spread open right above his waiting mouth.
D went to work straight away. He quickly found my clitoris and began licking and sucking on it until I was dripping.
I was moaning and growling his name.
While licking my pussy, D slipped two fingers inside of me. I arched my back in absolute pleasure. My hands instinctively found their way into his mass of dreads and pulled his face closer into my cunt.
This only made him work his tongue faster and push his fingers deeper inside of me.
I responded by riding his face. I was screaming at this point. I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t called security on us yet.
Neither of us came. We left the shower to relocate ourselves into our california king size bed. Now, I’m not sure if I’ve told you how much I love my bed, but let me just explain.
We own a four poster, iron framed bed complete with iron headboard. If I wanted to, I could be tied to each post and then my mister would be able to utilize the headboard as leverage if he so pleased.
But tonight, it was me who would be pleased to use the headboard as leverage. Slowly, I lowered myself down on D’s dick. As I became comfortable with him inside me, he sighed and pushed himself deeper.
I began slowly, just rotating my hips. I wanted him to feel my warmth and wetness before we started. I lifted my thighs and ass so that he was slowly pulling out of me. When I could feel just the tip of his cock inside of me, I’d come down on him hard and he’d close his eyes and sigh with pleasure. I repeated this until he was thrusting himself into my body. He wanted it more. He wanted it faster. He wanted it harder.
And being the girl that loves to please, I gave it to him.
I began to grind down on him with more force. My pace quickened and so did his.
I grabbed the headboard, arched my back so my head was leaned all the way backward. My hair cascaded down my shoulders. Holding onto the headboard gave me all the leverage I needed. I was riding D like a girl who just got a new pony. I fucked him as hard as I could that night.
“I’m going to come.” He moaned.
I pulled myself off of him and placed my lips back on his dick. I let my hands milk his warm cum down my throat. I swallowed, then licked up any other mess my pussy had made on his penis.
Finally finished, I lazily nuzzled by naked body into the crook of his arm.
He pulled the blankets up and over our bodies and we fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.
As usual, Jesse and I spent the day texting back and forth. His job allows him to text pretty much whenever so we’ve had full conversations through text messages.
It had been about 3 days since I had seen him and in those 3 days, our attraction toward each other had grown exponentially. The frist date we went on, we were both too shy to do anything past hugging.
After spending a weekend texting about our days, our thoughts and what we’re sexually turned on by, as well as dirty messages, I had to see Jesse again. I couldn’t wait one more day. I wanted to hear his voice, I want to feel his hand in mine and more than anything I wanted to kiss him.
He got off work at 10 PM and was unsure about whether or not we should hang out. He mentioned he had some things he had to take of early in the morning, but really wanted to see me.
“But if we hang out, I’ll want to hang out with you until the sun comes up.” he said, knowing he would be irresponsible.
“Well, what do you want?”
“I want to see you more than anything!”
“Well, I know I would look at it this way: No matter how little sleep I would get from hanging out with you, I would be happy the next day because I got to hang out with you.”
“Okay, yeah, I wanna see you. What should we do and when?”
I drove out to meet him. When he walked up, I barely let him get out a hello before planting a kiss on his lips. I was shaking! I had wanted to kiss him all weekend.
We stumbled a bit, him not expecting me to throw my arms around him and kiss him.
Then we moved to the car. Our glasses kept getting caught and fogged when we kissed. We removed them, compared how blind we both were to each other, giggled, and then turned to face each other.
I felt his soft hands brush my cheek as he drew my face closer into his to kiss my lips. He smelled so good and the way he kissed me was soft and gentle. I couldn’t get enough of it.
After being distracted for a good ten minutes, I turned the car on and we left.
We decided to head over to this little irish pub.
We got to the bar and it was tiny. Really quiet place, but it was perfect. There were large round booths on the left with a the bar on right of the rectangular shaped space. The bouncer at the door took our ID’s introduced himself to us and was really personable. Before he went to take his seat he made sure to introduce us to the bar tender, a tiny girl in pigtail braids and overalls.
We sat down at the bar. I was wearing black thigh highs with a garter and a short cotton black dress and oxford heels. The garter and tops of the thigh highs showed when I sat down at the barstool and I watced Jesse’s eyes dart down to them.
We talked about many things. My leg found his from across the barstool as he talked about his life and stories. We’d get on tangents, interrupt the other in excitement and get lost in another conversation all the while lazily touching the other’s legs.
After finishing our first drinks, we moved to the booths. I wanted to be able to sit where I could rest me feet on the ground, cuddle Jesse if I wanted and not have to be separated by chairs.
Now, I have to explain to you, the one terrible thing about polyamory is this: You can meet someone that you really like, and they really like you, but they’re not okay with sharing you with another person or they’re against the whole polyamorous lifestyle. It sucks, often times partners that I thought were really cool would just stop texting me or calling all together because of it. And, really, I’m not okay with dating someone that isn’t going to respect my lifestyle.
Jesse, is not one of those guys. He had all these questions and was intrigued and interested in my lifestyle. And while he said he was pretty sure he wasn’t poly, he was so respectful and understanding. It was a like a breath of fresh air. No, it was a whole lungful of fresh air.
It was now 2am. The bar was closing.
“Not at all”
He produced a joint out of his hair. I don’t know why I thought it was incredibly hot. Maybe because secretly, I always found men who stored their cigarettes behind their ears sexy. Maybe it was the idea that we were in a public place and the entire time he just had it in plain sight. I don’t know what it was, but it was great.
We smoked together. And he shotgunned a few hits into my mouth. I loved it, I was shaking every time he did it. We were breathing together and it was so fun.
I was giggly and euphoric from the buzz and the high. Jesse instructed me to roll down the windows and drive around the block for a second because we had just hot boxed my car.
I imagined my car looked like a moving chimney to any one awake and peering out their window.
We settled again. Finally. I was so excited. I wanted to do more than just kissing.
I parked and we moved from the front seats to the back.
Here’s where things start to get jumbled in my mind. So much happened at this point in the night that I can’t remember when it happened.
I was straddling him. The kisses had gone from sweet to sensual and seductive. I nibbled and sucked on his bottom lip. Then proceeded to move down towards his neck.
It drove him wild. He was making these small, lovable sighs and moans and our hips had both found a rhythm in each other.
My hands found his hair and I pulled his head back to reveal the soft skin between his jawline and his collarbone. I quickly went to work, licking and sucking and nibbling every bit of his neck. He was running his hands down my sides and cupping my ass. I was loving every second of it.
Eventually, we broke apart. I remember being sprawled out in the corner of the passenger seat. My legs spread, and his hands running up and down my thighs while he kissed me. Eventually, his hands found my center and began rubbing me through my stockings and panties.
I was already so wet from him. I didn’t want to be teased. I wanted his hands to be touching my skin.
“Will you finger me please?”
He obliged, but my stockings were an issue. Fortunately, there were already ripped from me straddling him.
“Just rip them open if you need to.” I demanded.
He did. I’d never been more turned on. I felt so wanted. I knew I had told him to rip them, but it didn’t matter, he was so ready to do so without question.
He danced his fingers around my clit until my body arched and I moaned. I enjoyed every second of him touching me. Finally his fingers reached me and he started pumping his fingers in and out of me. I was so high. It felt so good. The music we were listening to was so relaxing and then feeling of his fingers inside of me made the situation feel so perfectly complete.
Now, I wanted to please him. He protested a little because I hadn’t come. It didn’t matter to me. My hands traced along his pant line. He removed his cock from his pants and I made myself comfortable.
I started at the tip. I slowly licked around it. Once finished, I placed him inside my mouth and swirled my warm tongue around him. I licked slowly down the underside and back up again. I worked on him slowly, with just my tongue for a bit.
He was sighing and moaning again and it made me want to suck him off more.
On the last lick upward I opened my mouth to fit him inside of me. I felt him slide down my throat. He fit perfectly all the way down to the base. As my tongue continued to work at his shaft I bobbed my head up and down.
Jesse had moved from sighs and moans to full on saying my name.
“Oh that feels so good.”
I pulled him out of my mouth and looked at him.
“Can you tell me I’m a good girl?”
He smiled and said yes.
I went back to working his cock.
“Oh you’re such a good girl. OH, you’re so good at sucking my hard cock. Keep going. Oh, yeah.”
I felt waves of utter joy at being called a good girl. I was so happy to please him and so happy he was reassuring me that I had. I was a good girl, and good girls get pleased.
I’ve never, ever asked anyone to call me that. It was just a thought bubble that welled up and burst in my head. But I can’t tell you how much the sound of those words coming off his lips made me wet and immediately want him inside of me.
“Come here, I want to tease you”
He propped me up so he was able to rub his cock along my clit. I was aching to have him inside me, but not tonight. We both knew, we wanted the first time in a bed.
“Here, straddle me. I want to dry hump you.”
I obeyed. And he placed the tip of his dick against my clitoris once again and began thrusting upwards into me quickly. I followed his rhythm. His hands were wrapped around my waist. Jesse would plant soft kisses on my breasts as he thrust into me.
Everything was happening so quickly. We couldn’t get enough of each other. He was burying his face in my chest and growling that I smelt so good. I could barely even say anything, but he kept telling me that he loved my voice. That night, I would have followed him anywhere.
I don’t even know where the night stopped. All we knew, was that it was almost 5am. We just kept touching each other even after I had moved back into the driver’s seat and started driving back. We kept kissing each other as I pulled up to his house to drop him off. He texted me how amazing the night was when he got inside. My head was spinning and I was dizzy with pleasure. All I could think of was the next time I was going to see him again.
Somehow, you stole my heart and my body. And that’s completely okay. Next time we meet, I will probably forget where I am, what time it is, and about all other obligations.
I spent this morning re-reading our sexy text messages while masturbating and thinking of you.
The other night, I was invited to a girls night. This was your typical girls night. The kind where everyone paints their nails and reads cosmo.
Now, I understand how to dress myself and I like fashion, just not any fashion that will be in a cosmo magazine.
Also, I tend to not paint my nails mainly because I keep them so short.
The girls at this girls night were not my type or whatever and I was having a hard time relating so I purposed we buy booze.
40 minutes later, I’m drunk with my nails painted and rhinestones glued to my nails.
I’m running my fingers over the rhinestones and I say outloud, “This is going to make masturbating interesting…”
To which all of them laughed. They were taken aback by my forwardness and honesty. They were uncomfortable. But I refused to make it awkward.
I asked the girl sitting across from me, “What, don’t you masturbate?”
To which she responded that her BF has bought her toys and porn but she can never make herself finish.
Another girl explained that she never did it by herself, only with a guy.
And I said, “You’re really missing out.You need to run a nice bath, and relax and take the time to enjoy yourself and your body. There’s nothing wrong with that. Or you could always buy a new shower head.”
We all giggled and I reflected upon my own habits.
Usually, it’s about 4x a week. I don’t have to watch porn, but if I do, it tends to be lesbian porn and always soft. I don’t use toys every time, but I *do* have and use them.
I’m not too secretive about it, if D is home and I want to, I’ll let him know.
What I really want to know is:
Ladies, what are your habits?
D and I didn’t say much the entire ride home from the beach. My friend Carol was driving. She had me in the front seat to navigate us back home. It was about an hour long car ride. Carol wasn’t talkative because she had spent the night sulking that the guy she wanted to hook up with was interested in someone that wasn’t leaving for a year.
D was taking care of Warren in the back seat. He was going on about the Justice League and other bits of conversation, but nothing too radical.
Carol dropped us off at our Condo and we stumbled into our bedroom.
Despite falling asleep on the beach and the one- hour car ride in between the beach and our condo, I was still horny from D fingering me. I had finished, but I hadn’t been satisfied. My pants were also still wet from swimming in the ocean.
I closed the door behind us and immediately removed all of my clothing. When I finished, I stood naked before D and smiled. He smiled back and began to take off all of his clothing.
The site of his bare shoulders and hips always sets me on fire. His skin is so tan and silky smooth without even trying.
I pulled him into me, propped myself up on my tip toes, and kissed him desperately on the mouth.
“I need you.” I said to him, running my hands along his shoulders then down to his arms and finally interlacing my fingers.
He kissed me back and unlaced his fingers to touch my breasts. He cupped them and squeezed them all the while backing me into the bathroom.
The bathroom countertop was cold against my bare ass. I shivered as D kissed down my neck and his lips found my nipples. He darted his tongue around the areola and then took me in his mouth and began to nibble.
The light bulbs above the counter top were brilliant white and burned my eyes, but I couldn’t help but keep my head tilted all the way back as he suckled and nipped at my breasts. I closed my eyes and moaned.
His cock was hard. I could feel it against my thighs. I felt D’s hands underneath my thighs as he lifted me onto counter top and spread my legs wide apart.
Immediately, he was filling me up. My pussy stretched to fit him. He was thrusting into me so vigorously and hitting just the right spot that I could care less about Warren sleeping on the couch in our living room. I was moaning and screaming his name.
Without hesitation he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his torso so I could literally sit on his cock. I used my arms to thrust forward into him and he fucked me harder than before.
I came not too long after that, but we weren’t finished with each other yet. He started the shower and we got in once the water had warmed. He bent me over and began fucking me while the water beat down on us.
We fucked in the shower for about twenty minutes, but the bathroom was getting too steamy so we turned off the shower and D took my hand and lead me back to our bed.
“Will you ride me?”
I straddled his cock and rode him until we both came. When we finished, the sun was rising.
We fell asleep naked next to each other, satiated.
My group of friends decided to take a drive to the beach Monday night around 10 pm. We wanted to have a bonfire, so we decided to drive to a beach that was about 50 miles away.
I had been at work all that day and so had D. We took two cars. There were 8 of us.
We got there and laid out our blankets. My friend, Carol, and I decided we were going to swim. I took a few large swigs of the bottle of wine that I bought and we striped down to our underwear and ran out into the Pacific Ocean.
The ocean wasn’t even cold, in fact, the sand was warm against my toes.
When we came back, it was freezing in the wind. I peeled off the layer of under garments I had swam in and slipped on an over sized orange pull over and a skirt. I was shivering though because I didn’t have anything BUT the skirt on.
The eight of us bundled together under blankets and soon I felt D’s hands on my breasts. My nipples were already hard from the cold, but he started to pinch and pull at them. I bit my lip, holding back a moan. I love the way he can get me going. He knows just the way to tweak and twist my nipples to get my panties wet.
I reached around to feel his cock, throbbing through his pants. The angle I was facing didn’t allow my to do much other than stroke him through his pants. But the fact that everyone else was literally snuggled RIGHT UP against us really made it difficult for me to do anything to him.
He reached into my skirt through and started playing with my clit. It had been months since we had made the time or had the opportunity to do something this exciting. I turned around to face him and kissed him.
His kisses are always wonderful. D has large, soft perfect lips. He’s wonderful at switching between kissing my lips and messaging my tongue with his.
Between kissing him and him fingering my and playing with my clit, it wasn’t long before I came.
Everyone was too drunk to notice.
I snuggled back into his arms and we fell asleep on the beach.
This weekend I spent in San Diego with old and new friends.
The hotel we were spending the night in was full and about 30 minutes from the convention center, so we decided to spend the night in Downtown San Diego with a friend.
The night started with a search for an overnight parking garage and then a trip to the grocery store to purchase some booze.
From there the 8 of us trekked back to the Hyatt where our new friends were staying to consume our booze.
We filled our water bottles, tea bottles etc. and made our way to the back of the convention center. We were promised an amphitheater and we were given a beautiful place to drink and be merry. The steps overlooked the ocean and dock. Each step was lined with white rope lights.
One of the boys we were with began playing some awesome music. We all talked and joked and met up with more friends and smoked with said new friends.
At some point in the night I ended up sitting in front of a boy on the steps. We hadn’t paid too much attention to one another that night but when I sat in front of him he began to message my shoulders and run his fingers through my hair.
Between the music, the weed and the alcohol I melted into his touch. I was dancing and moving my hips as his hands found every tense muscle on my body and gently relaxed it. He would pull my hair back and touch my face to the timing of the music.
I was gone. Melted into his arms. I didn’t know anything about him. All I knew was that he was meeting a mutual friend while she was in Sweden.
As he was messaging my body I would run my hands along his legs and message his calves. This went on for an hour until he pulled my head back once more and kissed me.
Eventually, the night ended and we went to go wait in line and sleep. The boy I had barely known snuggled up next to me and we slept for two hours.
We woke up still drunk and wandered to the car to change and get beverages. But we ended up taking a detour to one of the smaller open bathrooms in the hotel.
We walked in and he slammed me up against the wall and began kissing me. He ran his hands down my sides and touched my breasts. I started rubbing him through his pants and he kissed me harder pressing me up against the cold marble in the bathroom. Pants were unbuckled and shirts came off and I was on my knees sucking his cock greedily.
He was a good size, which was a nice change from the last few people I had been with.
I was still drunk when all of this was going on so things were happening like snap shots. To me I remember it like this:
Walk. Hotel. Bathroom. Dick in my Mouth.
And then we were leaving.
I STILL don’t remember too much. I just remember him texting me the next few days asking to “finish what we started”
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Earlier this year I was working for a call center. The products that we were selling required us to go through a month and a half of intensive 8 hour training.
We were forced to sit in a classroom while a trainer would monotonously boom on about the products.
Halfway through the trainings, I started excusing myself some where around 3pm every day to the restroom.
On one particularly boring day, I was feeling awfully horny. I locked myself in the farthest stall, pulled my panties down around my ankles and spread open my legs. Mr. J had been texting me so I leaned back on the wall, closed my eyes and started touching my clitoris thinking about how wonderful it would be to have him here with me. I came in less than five minutes. But I enjoyed it so much that this practice soon became a habit.
Some days I would think about Mr. J, others I would think about how amazing it would be to steal away in the bathroom with D while he was training (he was training in the same company for a different job, but at the same time) and have him fuck me against the wall.
I would always come back, cheeks flushed and pink. I think my coworkers all knew.
Like a wolf to the night
my body trembles at the sight of you.
I know it is wrong,
But it has been too long
Since I have tasted your sweet skin.
Beautiful Stag, bountiful feast you could have it all!
You could have me, on your knees!
You’re at my beck and call!
Your Pretty Predator, my Precious Prey how you tempt me so…
I want to tear you apart
feel your flesh against my bones.
My delicious lover, delectable lamb
We’d make such a two
Let’s come together again
First me, now you.
Like a deer bathed in headlights
my body trembles at the sight of you.
I know it is wrong,
But it has been too long
Since I have tasted your sweet skin.
My Wondrous Wolf, what a bountiful feast!
You could have it all!
You could take me, I’ll do as you please.
Pretty Predator, I, your Precious Prey
Do I tempt you so?
Do you wish to tear me apart„
Feel my flesh against your bones?
I’ll be your delicious lover, a delectable lamb
We’d make such a two!
Let’s come together again
First me, now you.
We talked about everything. We joked and laughed until our finger tips became words and long caresses the sentences they put together.
You stole the first kiss, unexpected, but welcomed. I went into this meeting wanting to do everything in my power not to do anything past running my fingers through your hair. But somehow my fingers found their way to your eyebrows, and cheeks and lips.
They traced along the path to your collarbone and my lips found your ears. I nibbled them asking you questions every now and then.
You smiled and told me not to.
“Why not?” I asked,
“You know why.” You smiled.
I played dumb. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I had been gently nibbling and sucking on his ear lobes for a more than a few seconds.
He was hard. I was excited but confused because he had told me he wanted to take things slow.
I rubbed him through his pants which only made him harder.
“Oh, but that feels really good. don’t stop.”
He was rubbing my sides and running his hands along the top of my breasts. He kissed the tops of them and then nuzzled into my chest.
I asked him once again about his boundaries.
He responded with wanting to take things slowly. He loved what he have now and didn’t want to fuck it up just getting out of a relationship.
“Fingering you is okay, I wouldn’t mind that.”
“But you don’t want to have sex with me, or how far do you want to go?”
“I’m not sure how far, but I do want you…It’s just….I don’t want to ruin what we have”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand. If you didn’t want to ruin us as platonic friends, then why fool around in the first place? There’s no difference between sex and hooking up, it’s still sexual.”
“Yes I know, there’s just a mental block or something. Trust me I want to, but I just feel like I just got out of a relationship and having sex would be….”
He trailed off. I didn’t want to pressure him. But I did want to know where I stood in all of this.
He started up again, ” I don’t want you to think, or to get…..”
“What? What do you think I’m going to think? I don’t want to be your girlfriend if that’s what you’re getting at. I’ve never asked you for that ever. I think what we have is amazing. The chemistry we have is amazing. But I’m not going to go all crazy on you.”
He pulled me up to straddle him. His hands were at my sides and then cupping and squeezing my breasts.
He replied to me, “No, I don’t think you’re going to go crazy. You’ve been the most level headed and you’re right, you haven’t asked anything of me. And I can’t deny the sexual chemistry between us is amazing. I just…”
He was making a habit of forming half sentences.
I picked up his words.
“I just don’t understand. Do you want me?”
“Yes.” He said
“Then if you want me why not do something about it?”
“Well, tell me. What would be missing out on?”
I laughed and kissed him again. I kissed his neck and then whispered into his ear, my lips lightly brushing against his skin.
“You’d be missing out on a lot. Amazing blow job for one and amazing sex with someone you have ridiculous chemistry with.”
He nuzzled into me and I went back to kissing him.
“What would I be missing out on hmm?”
“I don’t want you to miss out on anything…”
The way he said that and the way the night went made me melt.
I’m still confused. He kept saying he had to go and then staying for longer. He let ne stroke his belly and chest and hip bones underneath his shirt while he relaxed eyes closed on my couch.
Despite him knowingly giving me mixed signals and teasing me, the hours alone we spend together irregularly ALWAYS leave me wet and heart pounding. I don’t want to be his girlfriend, I think that would ruin everything. No, I want to sleep with him. I want to feel him inside of me for the first time. I want to spend a day together where he isn’t busy. Just one day or night a few times a month or a year.
My friends tell me he’s an asshole but fail to understand that he’s not trying to be my boyfriend. So I could care less how he acts around me with his friends or how often he calls me. All that matters is when we do get together, it’s amazing.
The past three mornings have been wonderful. I’ve woken up next to my fiancee, D, only to have him pull me closer and snuggle into me.
I’d wrap my legs around him and we’d start kissing. Slowly the kissing would get more intense. His hands would run all along my sides and back and then find my thighs.
Softly, he’d start rubbing me through my pants. I kiss him harder and lean into him stroking him through his boxers.
D would pull off my pants and pull me on top of him.
We kissed and rubbed against each other until he turned me around, bent me over and thrust into me. I wasn’t ready, but I loved the feeling of him thrusting into me the way my pussy would stretch to fit him.
He started to pump in and out of me grasping my hips as he did so. I couldn’t help but moan and scream. The angle was perfect. It was hitting just the right spot on me. I bit my lip and moaned every time felt his hips touch my ass.
He thrust into me faster and harder. His grip on my sides tightened. He was pounding into me. I was screaming. His body shuttered and he came.
He stopped thrusting but it felt so good I was pushing myself further down him.
I felt him slide out of me. I felt satiated and I bundled myself back up in my warm blankets.
D washed up and got ready for work. He cupped my face and kissed me goodbye.
Morning sex is never long between the two of us. Sometimes we play this game of, can we both finish without being late to work? It’s exhilarating to say the least.