I’ve read your bio. Tell me a story.
I get home after my walk and sit in the car for a minute. I’m tired and feeling flat. I haven’t heard from you in a day or two and it’s left me feeling... empty. I gather my things and go inside. I’ve barely put everything away when I hear a knock at the door. Who could this be on a Wednesday morning? As I walk down the hall to answer the knocking, I can see the outline of a man through the frosted windows on the door. Maybe it’s one of the builders from the renovation happening across the road...
I open the door and my mouth drops. I’m so stunned I can’t move. It’s you. You’re here on my doorstep. You stand a little sheepishly, with your hands in your jeans pockets. For what feels like an eternity, we simply stare at each other. I’m about to say your name, when you seem to find your confidence. Before I can get a word out, I’m in your arms and your lips are on mine. For a moment my arms dangle helplessly at my sides before I come to my senses and wrap them around you. You feel strong and your hold on me is firm but comforting. Our kiss is passionate - full of first sensations and pent up desire. Your tongue darts along my lips questioningly and I reply with my own. They tangle together with a hunger I have never experienced before. Your close cut beard scrapes against my face, which is another new sensation for me. It feels so masculine, so capable, so in control. I can’t help but moan slightly at the way my body is responding to you. My hands go to the back of your head and grip your hair like we are familiar lovers. Your hands are roaming down my back and grabbing my arse, pushing my hips into you.
You manage to manoeuvre us inside and we somehow get the door shut. We have not parted since that first contact and I somehow think I might never be able to let go. With your lips still on mine, you grab the hem of my T-shirt and whip it up over my head, briefly parting our mouths to get it off. While we’re apart, you quickly remove your own shirt. You steal a glance down at my breasts before kissing me again, the urgency no less than before. I feel your hands on my tits, squeezing and rubbing your thumbs over my now hard nipples. Once again I’m moaning into your mouth, as I run my hands over your bare back and down to your arse. I can feel your erection pressing into my stomach, straining against your jeans, your desire clear. I bring my hands between us and fumbling, manage to undo your belt and fly. Your jeans fall to the floor. In return, you push my tight exercise pants down and remove my bra with your dexterous hands.
We are now both in our underwear and still clinging to each other in the hallway. You turn slightly to back me up to the wall and drop your head to suck and bite my nipples. I’m grateful for the support of the wall... my legs are getting weaker as the pleasure rolls through me.
You start to kiss your way down my body... I’m so lost in the moment I don’t stop to think about how I look or what you might think. Soon, you are kneeling on the floor at my feet, easing my underwear down my legs. I’m panting and blushing, the heat spreading from my face down my neck. You growl at the sight of my exposed pussy, lift one of my legs onto your shoulder and take me in your mouth. I utter the most gutteral moan I have ever heard and sink a little into your mouth as you hungrily eat my most private place. Your tongue quickly familiarises itself with my folds and finds my hard clit wanting and ready. The noises I’m making become almost animalistic as I grind into your mouth. Fuck... I have never been consumed like this before. My cunt blazes with heat and the pressure of my orgasm floats just below the surface. Your mouth and tongue move around my pussy with a competency that has my legs shaking. I have my hands in your hair... are you eating me or am I fucking your face? I’m so lost in the feelings, my body doesn’t know where to put itself as I writhe against the wall. I’m on the very edge of cumming, when you are suddenly standing naked in front of me. You use a knee to push my legs apart and without hesitation your cock is in me, filling me, stretching me, fucking me hard against the wall. As I cry out, you silence me with your mouth. I taste myself on your lips and tongue and it makes me moan in wanton desire. My hands are all over you, unsure where to settle or how to stop searching. Your hands grip my arse, as you thrust relentlessly into my now dripping pussy. I pull away from you long enough to pant in your ear... “I... I’m... going... to cum...” I barely get the words out before my orgasm explodes from my centre, gushing and pulsing... it is just what you need to reach your own release, as you thrust into my climax, shooting your own hot orgasm deep into me. We cry out together, then, panting and trembling, cling to each other as the high abates. We stand, still joined, breathing heavily, hearts pounding. My head is resting on your shoulder. I’m flushed and flustered, exhausted. You gently kiss my neck and shoulder. I can feel you smiling against my skin. “So good to finally meet you...” you whisper in my ear.
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