Based on a true story, yet again.
There I am, on a squeaky chair in front of my laptop wanting to hook up so badly. I've heard craigslist was full on nincompoops plagued with scummy attitudes. I can't wait!
Being young and naive, I posted an ad saying I wanted a one night stand. During this time, going out wasn't an option because I lived in a boring area of the peninsula, was not at all invited to parties and I wasn't bar-hopping-age. However, my introverted personality loved filtering through fascinating emails anyway. Among them was one that stood out titled A chef during the day, horny bastard tonight. That cheesy line itself made me laugh and I was hooked.
We met up at my apartment complex, and let me tell you ladies that this guy was visually the bomb.com, but had a quirky pompous manner about him when he strutted to me. I didn't care at that point; all I saw was lust. We went into his car and he began to do the typical shy-guy thing, which I generally find extremely erotic. His shoulders were scrunched up, he fiddled with his car keys and tried to speak coherently. It was cute and I knew I won the jackpot that night. At this time in my life, I was an equally bumbling mess when I chose to speak to him, although it turned out to be a truly ironic and lovely ice breaker.
He began talking about penis size, and I swiftly told him that I didn't choose to care at all about the size and width of a sexual organ. The conversation went quiet for a few seconds until he asked if I wanted to see it. Such a brave request for being such a shy guy. While he was merging onto the freeway, I began to unbutton his jeans (Don't try this at home. This is what stunt men do, not regular people!). At first, it was so dark that I didn't know what in the world I was getting myself into. No, really, his boxers and jeans were the the color of a universal void. I maneuvered my fingers into this void deceptive illusion and found a beautiful, veiny hard cock. He smiled while looking towards the road and I started happily sucking. For many reasons, blow jobs are sometimes better than sex to me. It's the act of worshipping a hidden masculinity that isn't apparent throughout the individuals day.
Cruising down the 280 at 2 A.M. in the morning while gagging on this thing was the perfect adventure I was looking for. The action alone had me so wet that I could slip off the car seat. He decided to stop at a restaurant in San Mateo. His restaurant I suppose, for he had a key to the whole establishment. I was wearing a velvet skirt, converse and a leotard shirt and no bra. I felt myself being lifted, situated on table draped in a white tablecloth. I positioned myself on my back to have my mouth wide open as to properly receive his cock this time. I took him in and he teased the back of my throat, having my whole mouth salivate on that cock. His hands grabbed both of mine and crossed them on top of each other, forcing me to play with myself. He chuckled feeling how wet I was. Pressing his cock deeper into my mouth, he started to lick me in the most sensual way. He told me that I smelled young and sweet, which is probable that I do because I am those two things. My skirt was lifted up exposing every little skin I had hidden underneath, and he moaned shortly after his cock crossed the tight boundary of my throat. He loved that feeling and I could see it in his tense posture. I got onto my knees and opened his beautiful kimono brand condom wrapper with my bare teeth. Doggy was the position I got into, then looked back in a slight lustful anger, and told him that I wanted him inside me right at that moment. He probably saw the hunger in my eyes and grabbed a handful of my hair to handle me closer, just ever so slowly teasing my vulva with his cock. This teasing was just too much for me and I pressed back against him with my ass, felt his tip align right at the entrance of my ready vagina and eased it into me. I let out involuntary moans and felt my body charge with sexual energy. A few minutes of fucking turned into a disoriented hour of him cumming twice. It was such a lubricious turn on and my kitty became so swollen with the build up of my cum. Kissing and heavily breathing on my chest, he let his index and middle finger slip in and out of my v, tenderly hitting the spot that made me squirt until I cried for him to stop. The floor was messy and the table cloth turned into a grayish tone thereafter. I looked up, and coyly smiled and let out phrase that's been pent up since the email: Dinner is served.
Based on a true story, yet again.
Since: Oct '14
533 - 42 Reviews
Bravo!!! Very nice 😉
Thanks clamdiver, haha
Since: Sep '14
812 - 60 Reviews
Wow babe, two home runs in a row. Who needs penthouse and playboy when we have Cosette!