Where it happened: my place
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
She was a barmaid, and a good one. I knew that. But I never (as a customer) like to flirt with barmaids, as I guess they must get that all day long, and might value a little respect. But on this night she was the other side of the bar, and was with half a dozen other female friends in their 20s. They were all flirtatious. Most, I am sure, were just practising their flirtation skills. And so was she, Rachel, in a way. But she seemed more intent, more attentive. Not only that, but she seemed keen to let me see the way her white blouse did not cover her sexy black bra, and what a cleavage she had.
She invited me to the local nightclub, which was dire, but also enticing. We went. As we entered, she said she felt sick. I imagined spending the rest of the night counselling her through her drunken unwellness. But she immediately turned to me and kissed me. Deep. It was very nice; it had been some time. She positively wanted me to feel the outline of her magnificent tight breasts, and I did this. Within moments, I was hard, but I knew I had to be discreet about this, as our location in the nightclub was dark, but thoroughly public.
Hours later, I expected her to leave with her friends, but to my surprise, she asked to spend some more time with me. We went back to my place, and talked for a couple of hours. (This was, to be honest, our first ever conversation.) Then she got up to leave. But she wanted a goodnight kiss. She was sitting on a useless ancient sofa. I said that if she wanted any comfort, she should sit on my bed, upstairs, AND I WOULND’T MAKE ANY ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT WHERE THAT MIGHT LEAD. In fact, once we were there she did all the leading. She asked me to take her top off, which I did (and her skimpy bra more or less came away at the same time). So I got to see those beautiful breasts I’d been feeling earlier (she explained she felt so much sexier if she was undressed rather than having to do it herself). Her breasts bounced and swayed as I played with them, and her large nipples swelled. She soon took my top off, and said what she saw was beautuful. Before long, her trousers, as mine, were on the floor. What is it about women’s knickers that makes them so sexy? The way, after being worn for a day, they’re just a bit loose around the hip and crotch and buttocks? The way they give themselves to being stroked, even when they stay on?
We kissed and stroked some more. But it has always been clear to me that the main sexual zones are below the belt.
If that had been clear to me, it was crystal clear to her, and after an hour or so, she urgently took my right hand, and made sure it slid down into her loosened knickers and between her legs. She was so urgent… ‘There’s this place, just there, and when you stroke it, it feels so good. So very good.’
I didn’t do well at this. Maybe I was shocked. But also, I’ve never been any good with fumbles WITHIN underwear. Get the things off I say. GET THE THINGS OFF, I said, and immediately she did. She flung them across the room, as if they were suddenly repulsive, and in fact it took us some time to find the knickers – still damp – in the morning. She was no slower in taking my own pants off. At last my erection could move and express itself. Now that we were both naked together, my heart raced as it hadn’t quite done to this point. Now there was real sex.
Again she cupped her hands around her breasts so taht she could move the nipples up to my lips. But now as she did so, she could straddle me, letting me get a good feel of how she was dripping wet between her legs. I could feel her moist pussy fur tingling against my navel, and her even wetter hotter self brushed itself against my own hair.
But we didn’t have sex then and there. I was reclining in such a way that she, facing me, could now sit on top of me, resting her open pussy on my navel, and stretching her legs out towards me. She did this, and leaned back. Of course I was exploring her wonderful magical secret place at once (now it was liberated from her underwear), and there was even more magic here than beneath her bra. Her clit was so hard and engorged, and her pussy itself was so open and willing. I felt under some duty to satisfy her with one, but soon two, and soon three well-soaked fingers. As she was leaning back her arms were behind her, and while I was exploring her, her hands soon made their way to my happily liberated cock. I don’t know how she balanced, as she sat on my navel and leaned back without support, but I promise you she did. You’ll guess I was standing to attention like never before. I was rock hard, and my foreskin was pulled right back, so that my head was exposed and searching, longing, reaching, like never before. And that was before she even touched me. This was a cock that wanted to bury itself inside some willing pussy and soon. But touch me she did. She played with me expertly (though of course she souldn’t see me, behind her back), both pulling on me hard all the way, from the head to the root, where my cock (it’s 6″ by the way) meets with my good wad of dark pubic hair and my large and full balls, and then rubbing really quickly in the magic zone just around the base of the swollen head and about an inch or so below. As I could see, and feel, and smell, her own lovely pussy lips opening to me as I fingerfucked her quicker and quicker, and as she drenched me more and more, all of this was too much for me. Before long I shot my hot cum all over her back. And I do mean all over. As I was holding her by her shoulders, I felt spunk come over her even up there.
I thought she’s say something, or express some disgust or at least dis-ease. Instead she just whispered in my ear ‘I like that, at last you’re as wet as I am’. I knew this was some girl, and no ordinary night. So I was ready for her next sentence: ‘now I want you to do the same, inside me, I want your cock to stretch its length inside me and I must have you shake and sweat like that all over again. For me.’ I knew to get a condom out, and I rolled this over my dick, which was eager and hard again almost straight away. I knew she wanted this to be ‘my turn’, so I pushed her down onto the bed now, and placed my body on top of hers. I kissed her gently at first, and made sure I made the most of those lovely willing nipples, and watched her breasts ripple. But almost immediately she said, ‘lift my legs up over your shoulders’. I did this, giving me another perfect view of her willing pussy. I knew to plunge my hard cock straight into her now. She was wet enough to receive me without any pain or resistance. We sound found a natural rhythm. She didn’t moan. But she certainly did scream, and shout, and squeal. (Doubtless it sounds macho to say that. I’m NOT claiming to have a monster cock; I’ve already said it is 6″ and not more. But it was in the right palce that night, and was moving in time.) She had to drop her legs after 10′ or so, but we carried on fucking that night, and for some time after that. After I’d come deep inside her, i could feel my cock twitching away for minutes afterwards. That was great, and she thought so too.
Our relationship lasted the best part of a year, but not beyond. But I will always be grateful for her sexual naturalness, her keenness to approach me, and for teaching me that not only being naked but also being naked and aroused and/or wet were all natural and good things, and things that could be shared. I hope she’s happy now.
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