I had been with my ex for 5 years when it all went downhill.
He said he still loved me but that he just didn’t find me attractive anymore.
This crushed me. I’m only 28 but if guys are already turned off by me,
what chance did I have to find anyone else?
I moved out and rented a small flat. After much moping around,
my friends convinced me that I needed to get dolled up and go on a much needed
girl’s night out in town with them. I agreed. I was desperate for a night
of good sex; I had been really horny for weeks now. I also wanted to prove I
still had it when it came to getting a guy.
I dressed in a very sexy short skirt, a low cut black bodice
top and a new bra and matching knickers. I felt sexy as hell.
After a few drinks in some of the towns quieter bars, I insisted
we went to a more rowdy pub that I knew had more of a reputation of a meat market
than the more sophisticated wine bar we usually went to.
Even though I was putting on a brave face, I was desperate
to prove that I could still pull a half decent looking guy and not any pissed
lout. I spotted a group of men by the bar and one was definitely what I was
looking for. He looked like a rugby player. Big shoulders and thighs and rugged
looks. He was dressed in jeans and a fitted t shirt. He looked over at me and
flashed a smile. Mmmm…what I would give to get fucked by him tonight…
I was getting wet at the thought of it. Imagining his fingers touching me. Mmm
his hot mouth on my body…
I got a mirror out of my bag to make my make up was still
in all the right places. I looked up, it looked like he was going to head over
to me. Just then a fight broke out at the bar and police were called in. There
was glass everywhere plus odd pools of blood and beer. The police herded most
of the guys outside including my rugby player. Oh well, so much for that.
A policeman came round to ask if we had seen anything. The
bar it seems didn’t have any cameras and none of the bar staff saw anything.
I told him that I didn’t see what happened but that he had ruined my night
by taking all the good looking guys away. He then took my name and address too.
My friends thought it was time we called it a night now before he hauled me
off too. We finished our drinks and called for a taxi. Once outside he was nowhere
to be seen.
After dropping the others off I was the last left in the taxi.
As it neared my house I dug around in my handbag for all the money the other
girls had given me towards the fare. Damn. I couldn’t find it all. I turned
my bag upside down on the seat. The driver seemed keen to wait, staring at me
in the back from the rear view mirror. He was 50 odd and pleased with his choice
of profession, picking up scantily clad girls on the weekend. I wondered what
I would have to do if I couldn’t find all the money. Ergh.
At last I found it all and handed it over, much to his amusement.
I looked down to follow his line of gaze to see my breasts almost bursting over
my bra. Damn. Oh well at least someone saw my sexy new bar. I quickly stumbled
out of the taxi almost landing on my face but trying to keep what little dignity
I had left. He drove past at speed, no doubt to pick up his next drunk girl
incapable of keeping her breasts in her bra.
I reached in my bag for my keys. I had to stand still to have
a good dig around in it as my tiny bag obviously had a secret compartment that
money and keys seemed to disappear into. But it was no good, they were gone.
Shit. It must have been when I turned everything upside down looking for the
money in the taxi.
I had no option but to walk back to town. It was a least a
20 min walk. I had given my mobile to one of my friends to call the taxi and
she never gave it back. Shit. At least it was a clear night and the shoes were
practical enough to walk back to town in. I was then glad that I had opted to
move back to my home town when I split with my ex. Rent had shot up but it was
still a safe place to live.
I headed back at a slow walk. Thinking about my ex, how I
hadn’t noticed things were starting to fall apart. I thought his sex drive
was just calming down with us getting older. We used to do it into the next
morning some nights. But lately he barely bothered to finish me off. I realised
we hadn’t had sex for a least a month. When I came to think about it,
when we did do it, it was more of a chore than a good time anyway. I thought
back to the rugby player at the bar. I wondered if he went there regularly.
And how would I convince my friends to go back there again.
I was busy in my thoughts and didn’t notice a car pull
alongside me. I started to panic. I didn’t recognise where I was. I was
so lost in my thoughts, I had become lost myself. Shit. I kept walking and didn’t
look down at the car. I wanted to appear in control of myself. I knew I was
a bit tipsy still, but he didn’t.
‘Hey’ he said.
For a brief moment I thought it might be the taxi with my
keys! I stopped and looked down at him in the car. Fuck, it wasn’t the
taxi.
‘What do want? I’m not a hooker’ I blurted.
‘I know you aren’t a hooker.’ He laughed
‘I saw you walking on your own and just wanted to check if you were ok.
It’s late and I don’t think it’s very safe for a young woman
to be walking around on her own.’ he smiled.
‘Well I don’t know why you think you would be
able to protect me any better than I can myself!’ I was happy with my
comeback. Not bad considering how much I had drunk earlier, the drink must be
wearing off.
Then it hit me. It was my rugby player from the bar! He was
even better looking up close. A wave went through my stomach and the muscles
in my pussy involuntarily tightened and relaxed. I flushed. I didn’t even
know this guy and my body already wanted his cock inside me. He had such a sexy
voice and laugh. I though about hearing his voice whisper in my ear. A wave
went through me and my pussy clenched again.
‘So why are you out here this late? You aren’t
walking home are you? Not on your own?’
I was embarrassed, I felt like a kid making excuses. ‘I
left my house key in the taxi and my phone with a friend, so I was walking back
to the taxi office to get my key.’ I felt tired now and it probably showed
too.
‘Why don’t you let me drive you to the taxi office?
It’s safer then walking around on your own and it’s warmer in here
too.’ He looked concerned.
I hadn’t realised how cold it had become. I looked at
him. Mmm he was so sexy. I decided to throw caution to the wind, maybe it was
the drink. I walked round to the passenger side; he had already jumped out of
his side and had put a jacket around me. I looked down and noticed my cleavage
was almost on full show again. Shit.
‘I’m not that bad! I don’t need help getting
into a car!’ I protested.
He just smiled, he was enjoying this!! Let him have his fun
I thought.
I wished we could have more time together than the drive to
town. I thought of an excuse to invite him in when I had my key back. I sat
back into his leather jacket around my shoulders. His aftershave filled the
air in the car and it seemed like it filled my head when I inhaled. I looked
over at him. His strong hands on the steering wheel. The muscles on him were
unbelievable. His t-shirt clung to him showing them off perfectly. His jeans
were tight too, especially around his crotch. Mmm…. tight enough for me
to see the outline of his cock….?? I stared down at it, trying to see…
He shifted and tried to adjust his jeans. Oh God, how embarrassing!!
I turned away and pretended to look out of my window.
I suppose I could just invite him in for a coffee to say thanks
for driving me to the taxi office. I got butterflies in my stomach thinking
about having him in my flat. Telling him he could spend the night as it was
too late to drive back to where ever he lived. The wave went through my stomach
and the muscles in my pussy involuntarily clenched again. Then an excuse for
him to stand close to me and touch me with those hands….
‘Ok, I’ll go check if they were handed in’
I came out of my daydream. I looked blankly at him. ‘What?’
But he was already out of the car. He was only in there for seconds then back
in the car.
‘They haven’t had any handed in’ he turned
to face me.
‘Damn’ I said, so disappointedly that he must
have thought I would cry. Damn it’s closed, Damn small towns and their
early closing times and Damn I wouldn’t have him in my bed now. Fuck.
I was already very wet from my thoughts on what I would have done to him and
what he would have done to me. What now??
‘Look don’t worry’ he said, thinking I was
more upset then angry. He had no idea.
‘We will try them again tomorrow. You can stay at mine
tonight if you need to. Unless you want me to drop you somewhere, a friend’s
house?’
My heart skipped a beat. I played it cool.
‘Erm, I er, don’t think my friends would appreciate
it if I turned up at their house this late. And I don’t really know you…’
‘Look, I won’t make you do anything you don’t
want to, but you can trust me’ He smiled and winked at me.
My heart skipped a beat and my pussy clenched again. I could
feel how wet I was. What the hell.
‘I don’t even know your name!’ I couldn’t
believe I hadn’t even asked him.
‘It’s Craig’ he smiled
‘I’m Becky. If you are sure it wouldn’t
be too much trouble. I can’t get into my house anyway, so it’s your
sofa or the street’ Hey different bed same guy, I was still game for a
night of fucking him.
‘Right’ he set off
We soon arrived at what must have been his house. Craig was
soon at my door, offering a hand to help me out. His aftershave still around
me from his jacket almost making me light-headed with the smell of him. I felt
his arm across my back, his hand on my waist. I slipped my arm around him too,
his back felt so warm against my arm. I felt his muscles tighten under my hand.
God he had muscles everywhere.
We stopped at the front door. He moved his arm from around
me. I stood close to him with my back to him as he fumbled to get the key in
the door. I could almost feel his breath on me. Well it was now or never.
I leaned back and pressed my body up against his. I felt his
strong chest against my back. I felt his muscles suddenly tighten then he relaxed.
I dropped my head back onto his left shoulder and inhaled his aftershave again.
He wrapped his arms around me and moved his lips to my neck. I nearly jumped
at the touch. His mouth was wet and hot. I could feel his breath on my neck.
I couldn’t help but let out a moan. He moved his left arm up towards my
breasts. His fingers pulled my bra down and cupped my right breast. My legs
almost buckled. I was leaning completely against his body now. I could feel
his cock starting to push into my lower back. His fingers found my nipple. He
gently squeezed it between his finger and thumb. I moved my face to find his
lips. He kissed me hard, his tongue searching for mine. I met it with mine.
My fingers were running through his hair. He teased my nipple and moved his
other hand slowly down between my legs.
My pussy was aching to feel him inside me now. His other hand
left my breast and moved behind me and down to my legs he moved his hand between
them and gently lifted one of my legs so I had to lean back against him completely
for support. His hand round the front of me reached under my skirt. His fingers
pushed my knickers to one side. I felt the cold air on my pussy then his warm
fingers exploring me. He gently rubbed my clit with his finger then inserted
into me. I moaned again. He must have felt how wet I was now. I moved down onto
his hand almost begging for more. He slipped another finger in.
He broke the kiss and moved his lips to my ear.
‘God I want to fuck you’ He breathed into my ear.
I let out another moan. I was rhythmically moving against
his fingers now. I was desperate to feel his cock. I reached behind me, my hands
immediately found a massive bulge in his jeans. I pulled at them until they
undid. I slipped a hand into his boxers. He let a moan out and slowly thrust
into my hand. He was rock hard. I could feel his precum from his boxers brush
against my wrist. I wanted to taste him.
I reluctantly pushed his hand from my pussy and lowered my
leg from his grip. I turned around to face him. We kissed again. Deeper this
time, both desperate for each other. I grabbed his cock again and started to
move down towards it.
‘Not here, let’s go inside’ he said breathlessly.
I hadn’t even noticed we were still outside by his front door. We were
surrounded by houses but it was dark apart from the street lights.
It was too late; I was already on my knees. I could smell
his cock. It smelt of cum and sweat. God it turned me on. I licked my lips and
slowly touched the tip of his swollen cock with them. I licked his sweet precum.
He let out a throaty moan. I looked up at him. It felt so sexy being outside.
His jeans and boxers were round his ankles. His eyes were closed and his head
half thrown back. His hands were now in my hair gently pressing himself into
my mouth. Knowing that I was turning him on like this made my pussy clench again.
I could feel my own juices stating to seep through my knickers.
I licked swirls into the tip of cock, gently sucking at his
precum. He tasted as good as he looked. I parted my lips and moved as far down
his cock as I could, I cupped his balls in my hand. He moaned again and pushed
himself even further into my mouth. I moaned too, feeling it touch the back
of my throat almost making me gag. His grip on the back of my head was harder
now. I moved my hands round to his bare arse. Mmmm I gave it a squeeze. Pulling
him towards me and into my mouth again.
He started to fuck my mouth. His hands moving my head back
and forth on his wet cock and my hands squeezing his arse encouraging him further
in with each thrust. I could taste his sweet precum dripping down the back of
my throat. I was drinking it all up. I desperately wanted to taste his salty
cum. He was fucking my mouth harder now, more franticly. We were both moaning
with each thrust. I could hear his heavy breathing as he watched me sucking
his cock.
I felt his muscles under my hands tense up. Then he thrust
hard and deep into my mouth. His hands pulling my head right into him almost
chocking me, and let out a long groan from deep in his throat.
‘Oh Fuuuuuck’ he gasped.
Then I tasted him. His hot cum shot right onto the back of
my throat. I swallowed hungrily.
‘Oh God’ he moaned with every thrust.
Spray after spray filled my mouth as he rocked his cock in
and out of my mouth. I encouraged every last drop out of him. Licking it from
his tip, sucking it from his cock. Tasting it all down his shaft. His grip on
my head relaxed. I gently continued cleaning the sticky cum off his cock with
my tongue and lips. His hands following the movement of my head as his breathing
eased.
‘Fuck’ he said once he had his breath back, then
let out a soft laugh, I looked up at him. He looked down the street to see if
any curtains were twitching. He pulled me up off my knees, his semi hard cock
pushing against my thigh. He kissed me. The taste of his cum still in my mouth
and his tongue dancing with mine made me long for him inside me.
My breasts were out completely out over my bra now. I pushed
into him so he could feel my hard nipples against him through his shirt. His
hands a cupped my breasts. He teased my hard nipples in-between his fingers.
He moved his mouth down my neck. He found a nipple and teased it with his tongue.
I arched my back leaning against his door, raising my breasts to him. He sucked
my nipple into his warm mouth then moved to the other, I felt the cold air on
them as he teased from one to the other. My hands were in his hair pushing his
head into my breasts, desperate to feel his mouth on each nipple. He moved his
mouth back up to mine. He moved a hand down between my legs. I instantly parted
them for him. He pulled my skirt up and stroked my pussy.
‘Fuck, I can’t believe how wet you are.’
He breathed in my ear. He cupped my pussy and ran two fingers along the length
of it over my knickers. I was so wet for him, my knickers were completely soaked
through. He moved his hand away to look at it. His fingers were covered in my
juices and shining in the light from the street lamps. I found it such a turn
on seeing my sticky juices over his fingers. He raised his two fingers to his
lips and sucked them, taking all my juice into his mouth. I couldn’t help
but watch him.
‘God you taste good’ he groaned. He moved his
hand back down to my pussy and kissed me. I could taste my juices in his mouth.
I kissed him hungrily.
He pulled my knickers to one side and found my swollen clit.
I groaned and lent further back trying to open my legs wider for him. He broke
the kiss and knelt down. He pulled my knickers down and I stepped out of them.
He lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder. I leaned right back onto the door
for support, opening my legs as wide as I could for him. One of his hands held
my pussy apart. He moved his head down; I could feel his warm breath. He buried
his face right into my wet pussy. I moaned with pleasure. My hands were on the
back of his head, my fingers in his hair. My nails dug into his skin willing
him on as his tongue moved over the whole of my pussy. He probed his tongue
deep inside me and sucked at my pussy, drinking my juices that were there for
him. He traced his tongue along my pussy until he reached my clit. He slipped
his fingers into my pussy while he gently licked my clit.
I nearly fell to the floor. I was almost sitting on his shoulder
now, half my weight on him, the other half leaning back on the door. His fingers
continued to explore my eager pussy and his tongue teasing my clit. I looked
down at him. His jeans and boxers were still around his ankles, his arse bare
to the night, he was kneeling with his face buried in me. Fuck he looked so
horny. Something about being half naked and not caring who could see us was
really turning me on. I had never done anything outside the bedroom before.
His moved his fingers in me while licking my clit. I was desperate
to cum with his face in my pussy. I was pushing down on his face, moving rhythmically
on him. He moved his fingers from inside me and stroked his cock, covering it
in my pussy juice. I could see he was as hard as a rock again and I wanted to
fuck him. It took all my strength to push his head away from my pussy. He looked
up at me, his face with gleaming with my pussy juice. It took one look at me
to know what I wanted.
He wiped his face across his sleeve, and then moved his face
to mine. We kissed again, searching each other’s mouths. I felt his cock
brush against my bare thigh. I opened my legs willing him to fuck me. He lifted
one of my legs around his waist. He moved his cock in between my legs. He slowly
rubbed my clit with his cock, teasing my pussy with it. I moaned. He kissed
my neck. I dug my nails into his back under his shirt. He pushed further in,
finding my pussy lips. I held my breath. Then he was entering me, fuck I had
been waiting all night to feel his cock in me. He slid it in further and further.
Groaning as inch after inch of his cock entered me. I released my breath with
a loud moan, he felt amazing. His cock stretched me open. His pelvic bone was
pushing hard against my clit. I couldn’t stand up anymore. I lent back
against the door again. He pushed in even further. He was breathing hard now.
He moved his lips to my ear again. ‘I’ve been
wanting to fuck you all night Becky.’
A wave went through my stomach and my pussy clenched on his
cock. He let out a moan. He was sliding in and out of me faster now. I could
feel his whole cock move out then in again. The strokes were driving me wild.
I was pushing down on his cock urging him in deeper with each thrust. I couldn’t
control myself. I was rocking back and forth on him. He was pounding his hard
cock into me again and again. His hands were on my waist holding me for each
thrust. He was looking down, watching his cock shining with my juices, moving
in and out of my pussy. My hands were on his arse. The muscles he was using
to fuck me were unbelievable; with every thrust his whole lower body was trying
to help him thrust deeper into me.
Then I felt it coming. His pelvic bone had been rubbing my
clit with every move. I could see the hair around his cock was wet from me.
My breathing quickened and my hands were desperately squeezing his arse, trying
to pull him into me more. God I was going to cum. I was moaning. He sensed it
too.
‘Ooohh…Becky…. Fuuuuck…cum for me’
He wasn’t trying to keep quiet anymore. ‘Cum for me…. Fuuuck….cum
for me while I fuck you... GOD I love fucking you…. your pussy is amazing’
His breathing was quick too now. We were both going to cum.
‘FUCK’ I shouted out, his hand moved from my waist
and covered my mouth. My whole body convulsed on him.
‘FUCK….FUCK….FUUUCK…God Craig….
Fuck’ I couldn’t control myself, his hand was desperately trying
to stifle my shouts of pleasure from the neighbours. I threw my head back convulsing
and cursing with every wave of spasm after spasm, my body pushed my pussy down
so hard on his cock and my back arched again and again slamming onto him wildly.
I almost knocked him off balance. My body was still squeezing his hard cock
in its spasms, when he came.
‘OH…FUUUCK’ He convulsed and lost control.
With his next wave he groaned deep in his throat trying hard not to shout out
again. I was still rocking back and forth on him in my last waves of orgasm
when he almost collapsed on me pushing me hard up against the door, his cock
moving still deep in me. His hands holding my waist while he fucked me through
his orgasm. I felt his warm cum starting to drip out of my pussy down my thigh,
being forced out of me with each thrust.
‘Fuck’ he was breathless now. We both were. Our
bodies slowly stopped thrusting. The tiredness suddenly fell over me.
‘Fuck’ was all he managed again. He looked at
me. My heart skipped a beat. This guy was gorgeous. He lent into me and kissed
me. Softly this time, taking time to touch every part of my lips with his. I
could have stayed there all night kissing him. I suddenly felt the cold night
air hit me too. I shivered. He held me close to him, trying to keep me warm.
He slowly pulled out of me, letting my pussy adjust to his cock withdrawing
and lowered my leg from his waist. My muscles ached.
As he moved away I saw his cock and his balls covered in my
juices and his cum, almost down his thighs. Fuck, it almost started to turn
me on again. He bent down to pull his jeans and boxers up. I adjusted my skirt,
feeling all our juices down my legs too. I found my knickers and stuffed them
in my bag. He found the house keys and let us in. The warmth in the house hit
me and made me even more tired.
I slipped off his jacket that I was still wearing. He kicked
off his shoes and took my hand to lead me upstairs to his bedroom. He took off
his jeans and boxers then his t-shirt and dumped it in a pile on the floor.
His body was amazing. I couldn’t help but admire it.
‘I need a shower’ he said.
I looked up realising I was staring at him. I nodded.
‘You can have one of my t shirts if you want’
He grabbed a clean t-shirt that was so big, seemed would drown me. I smiled.
‘Back in a sec’ He headed out of the room. I sat
on the bed feeling exhausted. I started to undress. I couldn’t believe
what had happened. I felt I was dreaming. If I hadn’t lost my keys none
of this would have happened. I smiled to myself. My bag dropped to the floor.
I bent to pick it up and something caught my eye, something familiar. When Craig
had dumped his jeans something had fallen loose from his pocket.
My keys! Oh my God! I was shocked. I picked them up to make
sure they were mine. No mistake. I headed to the bathroom to ask what the hell
was going on. I opened the bathroom door to find him standing in the shower
with his face to the water, eyes closed, obviously enjoying the warm water.
His body was covered in lather. Fuck he looked stunning. He was slowly rubbing
his crotch washing all our juices away. I just watched for as long as I could.
He was almost getting turned on by what he was doing. I was too. Then he opened
his eyes and saw me. He smiled. I flushed when I realised I was completely naked,
forgetting I had undressed before finding the keys. The Keys!!
I held them up for him to see. He looked embarrassed.
‘Oh’ he said. ‘You found your keys’
‘Yes’ I said crossing my arms, ‘what’s
going on?’
He cleared his throat, ‘Well you er dropped them in
the pub. I was coming over to tell you when that fight broke out. By the time
the police realised I had nothing to do with it, I went back in the pub and
found your keys but you were gone. I went outside and saw you head off in the
taxi. I figured I would just follow you and give them back to you when you go
out.’
‘Well why didn’t you?’ I asked
‘Well’ he started ‘I figured if I just gave
you the keys I probably wouldn’t see you again. I had seen you in the
pub and was thinking of a way to come over. When you dropped your keys it was
a perfect excuse. Until the fight stopped me. So I followed you for a while
in my car to make sure you were ok while I thought of something to say so you
wouldn’t just go home. But you looked cold so I stopped you and was ready
to admit defeat when the excuse came to drive you to the taxi rank and things
took themselves on from there.’ He grinned. He was obviously pleased with
himself.
I couldn’t help but smile back. If only he knew that
I was thinking of a way to get him in my flat too.
I looked at him and noticed his cock was getting hard again.
Seeing him in the shower had certainly started to make me wet again. He slowly
stroked his cock as though teasing me.
‘So you mad I didn’t give them straight back to
you?’ he smiled
I smiled back and stepped into the shower with him,
thoughts of my tiredness suddenly gone…
