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Strangers In A Club…

Wrote this on Sunday morning… well parts of it to a friend… here is a fuller version….

It was a Saturday evening and we were heading to a local club for us on a sexually social adventure… we were dressed and ready to meet new folks… getting over our nervousness… our anticipation was building… we enter the club… it is quite dark in the main room… and they had done this on purpose… a hot couple at the door told us they are about to start the pairing for the night…

We looked at them and asked what she was talking about… she leans closer to me and whispers… no questions, no answers, just feel… let it happen as the pairing takes place… I look to my husband and smile.. he smiles back and says ‘let’s enjoy.’

The doors leading into the main room are closed and the main doors are locked… it is time for the pairing… the DJ asks everyone to close their eyes for a few moments until you are paired up with someone new… when we feel someone touching us to go just go along with it… no harm will come… the DJ goes on to further explain… if all you do is say hi and move along… that is just fine… at least you met one new person… if you decide to dance and talk for a while… even better… if the chemistry works so well that you decide to explore… just remember this is an on-site club… enjoy yourselves and your new ‘pairing’….

The music that is playing is so appropriate for the moment… it is sensual and arousing… making the anticipation of what is about to happen all the more heightened….

I was led to a space a little bit away from where I was… the person doing the pairing had his hand on my lower back… leading me as I was willing to go whereever he takes me… He whispers in my ear ‘here is your playmate for the night if you choose’… he kisses me gently on my cheek and says, ‘if you don’t like your pairing, I’d be willing to hang with you later…’ Another quick kiss and he moves on to another pairing… too bad I don’t know who he is… his voice was sexy as fuck.

The DJ instructs all the women to keep their eyes closed for a few more moments… the DJ then instructs the men to kiss their new partners…

My partner places his hands on my cheeks and kisses me very gently on my lips… I can tell he did this to not startle me… he whispers to me ‘Do you want to continue?’ I answer him by kissing him back with a little moan slipping out… soon our kisses become harder, more passion filled and our tongues are exploring each other…

I have no idea what the others are doing… did their pairings lead to this passion filled moment? Are they just as turned on by having someone pick for them… to see if the chemistry is there? Do they love the idea of getting it on with a stranger?

My body was responding very well to what he was doing but also the entire adventure this was… to have a pairing and the man kissing so well… leaving me wanting more…

My fingers were buried in his hair and every time I needed his kisses to be more I grasped his hair a bit harder.  He responded by deepening the kiss, grinding his hips into mine, and pulling me closer with his hands on my ass. With the music and the movements we were making we were heading closer to the side of the dance floor… slowly but hardly the focus of our actions… to get closer to each other… to build the passion… to bring the need to the point where we are exploding is what we had in mind…

I feel a slight cooling of air across my nipples as he brought the top of my dress down exposing my obvious enjoyment… I have to admit, at this moment… I had no idea where anyone else was in the room… not even my husband… I needed him to take my breasts in his hands and my nipples in his mouth… I begged him in my kisses… asking him to ‘Please take them in your mouth.’

He continued to kiss me as he grasped my nipples… the movement was gentle at first… a slight touching of those hardened tips… the cool air, the slight touches, the need in my body made those nipples even more sensitive… I broke the kiss and forced his head towards my breasts… “Please, I beg you… take them in your mouth…”

To my relief he did… one breast kneaded with his hand and the other experiencing the pleasure of his mouth kissing the skin surrounding my nipple… taking his time to tease me… to torture me with need… he pinches the nipple in his hand at the same time as he bites down on my nipple… the sensation I felt throughout my entire body was incredible… was shattering… my pussy was dripping before… now it was dripping and clenching tight inside… but it needed something to pull deeper into my body… I was dying from need… I needed to have him take me soon…

Somehow we made it to the side of the room and just in time… My orgasm hit me hard… all from his kisses and the delectable attention of my breasts… he whispers in my ear that he is quite impressed with how my body responds to him… then asked me if I was willing to see what else he could do to get a response from me…

I was too turned on and still coming down from that orgasm to do more than just kiss him… my hands roaming across his chest and abs… moving closer to the top of his jeans… I needed to feel him as he felt me… I go up to the top of his shirt and begin unbuttoning him… placing little kisses where the skin was exposed. I pull his shirt out of his pants and look at his chest. I move my head to one of his nipples and begin to trace it with my tongue…

In the space between me and the wall, he moves his hands to my ass and begins to grip it as I lick and kiss his chest… his fingers move to between my legs and he gently traces the outline of my pussy… each time around he moves in just a bit… the wetness is everywhere and covering his fingers… he pulls his fingers away and brings them up to his lips to lick them… I join him in cleaning my juices off… he groans and puts his other hand at my opening and places two fingers in my pussy…

We can hear the juices soaking his fingers as he fucks me… I lean back against the wall so I can expose more of myself to him… he continues fucking my pussy with his fingers as he takes my nipples in his mouth again… my moaning is constant and loud… I can’t help myself… I am about to cum again… this man is killing me… my pussy pulls his fingers in deeper with every spasm of my muscles… I know his fingers will be covered in my cream… I am on the edge of cumming again, my legs are shaking barely keeping me upright…

He whispers he will keep me from falling… he begs me to cum now… on his fingers… telling me to think of his cock buried deep inside of me… pounding me until I beg for mercy…. his words brought me over the edge and he kept me upright as promised… but just barely…

He knelt down in front of me and tilted my hips forward so he could have access to my dipping pussy. His tongue started off very soft against my clit… that was a wise move because my clit was so sensitive… so in need despite my two releases… this man somehow knew my body so well… I have no idea how… but who am I to ask at a moment like this…

He licked my juices… tasted my cream… made my pussy very happy while his tongue was fucking me… I could feel myself building up to another orgasm… I was nearly screaming for him to make cum again when he gently nipped my clit with his teeth… it sent an incredible electric charge throughout my body and I screamed out ‘more’.

He obliged. He took my clit between his teeth and slowly increased the pressure until he knew how much I could take… I was surprised by the reaction my body was having and how much I enjoyed this… Each time he bit my clit he did it a little harder until my legs were shaking in response to my orgasms…

I was in pure heaven at this moment… but I wanted more… I wanted him to know how much I enjoyed myself… and how much I want to enjoy him… I reach down and begin to undo his belt and pants… I can see the outline of his cock straining against his pants… I can only imagine how much he wants release from not only his pants… but to cum in me…

I free his cock and stroke it a few times with my hands… he leans his head back and lets out a groan of pleasure and pain… he is so hard and so ready to cum… but I am not ready to let this cock go… I kneel down before him… take that cock into my mouth and taste the bit of pre-cum on his tip… he tastes so good. I moan my pleasure which causes him to buck his hips, moving his cock further in my mouth… I have one hand cupping his balls and the other hand kneading his ass… my mouth is enjoying his hardness and his thrusts.

He pulls out of my mouth and pulls me up to my feet… he tells me he is about to explode and wants to take me from behind… and am I okay with that he asks… of course I am… I move to face the wall… he places my hands above my head, pulls my dress up over my hips and spreads my legs a bit… I can feel his cock teasing my ass… I arch my back and stick my ass out further… he moves his cock back and forth between my outer lips, hitting my clit… I am moving my hips together with him… he is hearing my moans… and on one thrust between my lips he rams his cock straight inside…

The pleasure I feel from that action sends me into orbit… I cannot wait for the next thrust… I need the next thrust like nothing I have ever needed before… He knows instinctively this is what I need and continues to pound my pussy… hard and fast… bringing me to the edge of another orgasm…

At the edge he stops… pulls out and goes back to rubbing across my outer lips… I am begging him to pound me again… I feel kisses on my neck… his hands around mine on the wall… with each kiss he grips my hands harder… I know he is telling me about what is to come… his kisses warming me for the hard pounding he will inflict very soon…

And he does… he rams his cock in me again as hard as he can… my pussy is begging for more… immediately going to the edge… I can’t stand it anymore… I need constant pounding and I beg him… please… pound me harder…

He does.

I can tell he is nearly ready to explode… he is waiting for me… I tell him to go ahead and my pussy shares its joy of being pounded… being punished for needing him so much… my pussy holds his cock tight inside as he explodes all his passion in me… such an incredible feeling as we both reach our limits together…

My legs are so weak at this time… he is unable to catch his breath for a few minutes… we are a hot mess on the side of the room… him still buried in me… our entwined hands the only thing keeping us up…

Well, hope you are having a wonderful sexually social adventure now… LOL

Sophia

Do You Woo?

A funny thing about swingers… some like to fuck strange – as in strangers… and some want to be wooed. It is often hard to tell who wants woo and who doesn’t want woo… but as you stumbled your way through your sexually social adventures… you often find that the answer to do you woo has to do more with do you like to be wooed.

So do you like to be wooed?

I am a little different than many I have run across… I can go to a club and meet someone that night and within a short period of time get naked with them… I think in situations like that one may assume that I don’t need woo…

However, thinking that way is wrong… because in that short period of time they spoke with me… they wooed me.

I think there is a little bit of explanation of what wooing is to understand the duration of wooing…

Woo – verb gerund or present participle. Wooing. 

Try to gain the love of (someone, typically a woman), especially with a view to marriage. “he wooed her with quotes from Shakespeare”. Synonyms: romantically pursue, pursue, chase {after}; dated, court, pay court to, romance, seek the hand of, set one’s cap for/at, make love to. “Richard wooed Joan all through their college years”.  Seek the favor, support or customs of “pop stars are being wooed by film companies eager to sign them up” synonyms “Seek, pursue, curry favor with, try to win, try to attract, try to cultivate, ‘the party wooed voters with promises. 

In the world of sexually social adventures… we can take out the references to marriage… because as swingers will tell you ‘they are not looking to replace their spouses’. However, the desire to have sex with others… many swingers expect something very similar to the wooing they had when they met their spouses… or before just in general dating…

And that my friends poses a few problems for many….

Wanna know what they are?

Wooing is an art. An art that has to have a purpose and a good dose of honest feeling involved. Wooing isn’t the same as flirting… flirting grabs their attention, let’s them  know you have made it to their radar. That they are interested in getting to know you more… that is wooing’s opportunity… to open the doors to getting to know each other better.

But in swinging we have to change the goal… we are not wooing for marriage but for that connection between two people… or four depending if you are looking for a couple to have sex with many times over…

The wooing is necessary to make sure we connect… we build a good deal of chemistry while wooing… and chemistry is good right? That is what we all say we need… chemistry… how do we build chemistry if there is no wooing…

And if we need to have chemistry and that requires wooing… how do we do that and not woo like we did when we obtained our spouse?

When I was dating my hubby… and this was 26 years and some months ago… I would go to races… all kinds of races with him… I did it to woo him… and he did things like that for me… again to woo me…

I joke with him now that swinging is the greatest thing for us… I no longer have to be all things to him now that we swing… he can have those awesome conversations about things I am not overly interested in… with other women…

Now, before you think anything bad… I have never had any illusions I am all hubby needs to be fully content in life. He is not everything I need in life. It is not a dig against either of us… but there is nothing that states I have to supply all of his needs.

He goes to work to fulfill the need to provide for his family. While at work he develops relationships with others. He participates in activities within work and outside of work with those people. This is a good thing. It fills all those other needs for socialization that everyone craves…

Recently he has found in a chat group we are involved with two women who like many of the same things he likes. I enjoy so much those conversations he has with them. I am the type  of wife who swings that finds it exciting for my husband to build connections with other women. I enjoy him finding someone who share the interests he does and can converse.

Now, I know more about beer than I let on to him and others. I know more about racing and other sports than I let on because I observe those things and can remember them… I just don’t like having long conversations about those topics. I throw out my knowledge on these things in a few conversations that just floors hubby… and that makes him feel proud that I do know these things… he is rather impressed… but I don’t care enough about the hidden notes of a beer or the joy of a hoppy beer compared to a less hoppy beer. I don’t drink beer so that is quite lost on me… those subtle differences. However, before our son was 21 I would discuss with him the beers he chose for his father for Christmas. I would talk to him about what his father would need after he bought his father a beer making kit. But truly, it bores me.

Just like some  of the things I really enjoy talking about bores him too. We do find many things of interest to both of us… and can converse about that… but I love that the pressure is off of me to be all that he needs and the pressure is off him for the same reasons.

I get turned on when he has deep conversations with other women and cheer him on when he starts flirting with others… and when it moves to wooing… oh yeah, the talking to women about what they like and they have in common is wooing them.

You see, he makes them feel like he wants them for both their minds and their bodies. And when a guy makes me feel like he likes me for brains and body… I feel wooed. He shows them he values them. And they like that… a lot. Who doesn’t.

There is another problem with wooing… despite the need for wooing… it relates back to the need for connections and the fear if you have too strong of a connection or your wooing is too good… that you will need to step back as a spouse may think you like them too much.

If you have read my What’s Love Got To Do With It series and a few other posts where I talk about emotions and fun that having a connection brings you… you know that a lot of people have concerns about the emotional connection that wooing brings.

Which in ironic (sarcastic) manner… makes me laugh… We read and hear so many say that they have a perfect marriage, solid marriage, aren’t looking to replace, and the list goes on… yet, you hear them say that and they are afraid to woo someone to build chemistry to have great swinger sex… if the marriage is so solid and perfect can it not withstand a bit of flirting, wooing, and emotional connection to build chemistry to have some great swinger sex?

Yeah, the answer to that is clear… to me and a few others who are able to see that there is room in swinging to actually have feelings… and it makes giving and receiving of wooing fun and the swinger sex later on even more fun…

Many ask to be friends before swinger sex… how do you do that if you can’t woo?

We also look at the intensity of the wooing… someone who falls easily for others is at risk for wooing and having too much of ‘crush’ or too deep of feelings for another swinger… Won’t deny that… it happens. A lot. A lot more than most want to admit… but there is a bit of a deeper connection and that does scare people… and rightly so…

Now, I am not talking stalker type behavior here… but the line of what it should be and what it is – is a bit deeper than you wanted or expected it to be… but that is no longer wooing but the other stuff that many fear… You have to wonder why this happened and what can be done about it… and luckily for those who are very open to the whole world of swinging and poly… otherwise known as sexually social adventures… you can explore that realm… however that is another topic – maybe labeled “when wooing turns into….”

As swingers who venture into the world of wooing… we have to ask ourselves does wooing need to happen, how do we woo, what do we want from wooing, and how much time is needed for wooing… and one other thing to think about… does wooing change when you are a married male wooing married woman, single male wooing married woman, married male wooing single female, or single male wooing single female… and yes, we are in 2015, it can be the opposite where the women are wooing… and even women wooing women and men wooing men… let’s be honest… it is all a part of the adventures even if some are in denial about it…

As I am writing this I am thinking this is a great topic to discuss in several posts. I do not think I can venture into all these areas in one post…

I will leave you with these questions…. Do you woo? Do you need woo? Who woos first….

And for some reason I just love the word woo…..

Hope you are having a woo-derful time on your sexually social adventure…

Sophia

On The Side of The Road….

One night I was headed out to run errands. I was wearing  a little black dress that made me look pretty dang good. My hair looked like I just got fucked but sadly it had been a while….

In fact I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex, not even bad sex. So as I pondered this problem I got horny and frustrated. So very frustrated and I was not paying attention while driving. I hit an suv in the tail end.

Shit, this is not how I wanted to spend my evening. I turned my car off and bent towards the glove box to get my insurance card. As I was returning to my seat I look out my window and see a man’s groin in my view. He bends down as I look up and I catch my breath. This man is hot.

I start to freak out because of how hot he is when I remember I am looking pretty good today. Always gotta find humor in every situation. I start to open my door, he backs up and helps me out of my car.

I take a deep breath to calm myself and when I do I smell him and he is all man in its very masculine essence. My heart starts racing, my pussy comes alive. I know that if he asks me to fuck him I would right then and there. He has that much control over me instantly.

He looks into my eyes and says not one word, just drinks me in. My nipples pebble up just as his eyes reach them. I see him smile in response. I am holding my insurance card in my hand and he reaches for it… His arm brushes against my breast and I take a deep breath and whisper please.

He responds, are you sure?

I barely get out  yes as my brain is flooded with sex hormones. He places his hands on each side of my face and slowly places his lips on mine.

The kiss was sweet, passionate, hungry, and something else, I just can’t put a word to it. I wrap my arms around his neck and move closer to him. I feel him move his hands to my ass pulling me in further. The kiss is insane… I open my mouth as his tongue licks my lips before tangling with mine.

I know we need to stop. We are on the side of the road. I whisper to  him I need more but not here. As luck would have it, he was nearly home when I hit him. I follow him to his house. All thoughts of safety disappear as I need this man and I need him now.

I park in his drive which goes to the back of the house… I get out of my car and he is there again helping me out. He picks me up and places me on the hood of hte car and begins his kisses again. My legs are spread and he is standing between them. I reach for his belt and begin undoing his pants. His fingers find contact with my soaked panties and he slides his fingers in….

I have his cock free and in my hand, stroking his length and feeling the precum. I am moments away from cumming and he brings me crashing over the edge. I let out a scream of pure ecstasy. He chuckles while he licks my juices off his fingers. I ask him to help me down off the hood. My legs are shaking I am so weak after that orgasm. He does and I ask him to sit on the hood and slide his jeans down his legs. I look him in his eyes as I take his cock into my hand and mouth.

I taste him and breathe in his scent. If I never see him again I know I will remember his taste and his scent. My other hand has his balls rolling gently as I take his whole cock in my mouth. He pulls my top down and takes one breast in each hand, holding them as if they were a priceless gift…. I moan on his cock as he gently tugs on my nipples.

It is if we had had sex before but this is our first meeting. I can feel another orgasm building in me and I begin to move my hand and mouth faster on his cock. I feel his balls tightening… I hear his breath catch and his hips pumping into my mouth.

My pussy is dripping and I start to cum… He yells out for me not to stop… he is so close to exploding. Then I feel it, the hot goodness filling my mouth… the salty essence I so crave. He fills me and I greedily swallow every last drop of him knowing it is not enough. I want more. I need more.

I release his cock from my mouth and he pulls me up onto him laying us both on the hood, half naked.

He says he’s not done with me, may never be done with me… I reach down and feel his cock still very hard… I tell him, let round two begin.

I wrote that on a group chat, text style… one letter… one finger at a time… wanted to share it with you all too….

At least this time the quick encounter isn’t in a bathroom… LOL

Sophia

House Parties Are Like A Buffet….

Sometimes when I am in the shower blot topics come to mind and if I am lucky… the entire blog post writes itself in my head before I turn off the water.

I have mentioned a bunch of times that I love house parties. I love the opportunity to meet many people in one setting and sample a bit of what they are like.

Kinda like a buffet if you will….

Before a house party or buffet you will peruse the list of attendees or menu offerings.

You look them both over and decide the same things…

  • what is the cost
  • what is offered
  • does anything appeal to you
  • how far away it is
  • in some cases you have to make reservations – sometimes you just drop on by….
  • if you travel you have to look at other activities nearby or if on an overnight trip… lodging…. I mean come on, could that buffet be worth traveling????

See, a house party and buffet require the same basic considerations…

Now, if there is something you see that appeals to you..  you may check it out a bit further as in going to their profile or googling how to make that particular dish you are interested in…

You may send an email to find out more details… to both the restaurant and the profile you are interested in meeting…

Or you may just arrive and be your very best self…. jump in with both feet and enjoy what you find…

Once you arrive to the house party and you arrive at the buffet… you have to realize this important step… just because the other guests and food are present…doesn’t mean they will come to you… even in a buffet, you have to get up and go to the food…

Same is true for the house party… just because you arrived doesn’t mean everyone will come to you and want you…

Just because the menu sounds awesome at the buffet doesn’t mean the words and the food match perfectly…

And we all know that some who claim are ‘easy-going’ are not… those who are secure are not… and those who are the age they say they are… are not…

Just as we know that sometimes the food shown on the website is not how it looks after sitting in the buffet line for hours….

And those pictures from 1988 you have posted on your site… well… yeah… you may not be as ‘fresh’ as you think…

When you go to a house party and you think the guests will be like their pictures, their profile, their texts, and their phone calls… and you meet in person… and they are creepy, assholes, bitchy, or just mind-numbing boring… you can decide to move on…

Similar to the buffet, you tried the roasted chicken and it is dried and tasteless, you can go back and try the sausages or the mounds of succulent mashed potatoes with cream and butter….

You can keep going back to the buffet or you can make your way around the room until you find a couple you hit it off with right away… You can enjoy the variety without making a commitment to someone you just do not like…

There is always that other aspect that oddly enough many swingers are afraid to admit… that they have sex with other swingers…

House parties allow you to have sex with someone you think you may want a friendship with… but test out the sex to make sure you are compatible. Nothing like hitting it off with a person or couple and all of you thinking  this is going to be so wonderful only to find out they lack adventure in sex… that instead of a wide selection of spices and flavors… these swingers have very vanilla sex..

I gotta tell you, there is nothing wrong with making sure the sex and the conversation excite you… there is nothing wrong with making sure that you enjoy yourself..

And there is nothing wrong with wanting to have it all and walking on when you don’t…

There is power in knowledge and happiness when you put that knowledge into action. No one tells you to stick to the wall during a party. No one tells you that you cannot talk to others… you decide that for yourself. Just as you decide whether or not you should continue to force a conversation with someone who doesn’t want to put forth the effort.

You are in control of your sexually social adventure and when you remember that you are able to take what you want and need from this adventure because you actually received those wants and needs.

Just in case you are wondering… there is nothing wrong with attending a party and just watch. There is nothing wrong with going to the party to find people to go on a ‘date’ with or play at another time or location. There is nothing wrong with fucking someone at a party and not having anything more to do with them. There is nothing wrong with how you do a house party…

Just go out and DO!

Hope you are enjoying your sexually social adventure… I am

Sophia

Brief Encounters….

Running late all day I was feeling behind and very frustrated. I needed to have my car worked on and I barely made it to the service station as it was. A car was ahead of me in line and as long as I was in line that is all that mattered. I needed to take a deep breath and relax. I closed my eyes and took several breaths and tried to think some happy thoughts… All I could think of… was how long it had been since I had sex. It had been so long… so damn long.

Someone cleared their throat outside my window. I jumped, opened my eyes and blushed as I had the thoughts of needing sex still in my head. I said hi to the service man and gave him all the details. I exited my car and headed towards the waiting room. I had my hands in my purse looking for my phone that was chirping about the text message I just received. I was not paying attention to what I was doing. I was distracted. I admit it is my fault… but damn…

The man I ran into, as in I ran directly into him… hard… he was caught as off guard as I was by the sounds he was making. And I will tell you what… my body hurt running into that thick wall of muscle he has… OMG…

I was equal parts turned on and embarrassed. But if I had to choose, I would go with turned on… you know what it is like when you haven’t had sex in a while, literally run into a hot man, and have your breasts pressed up against him… nipples immediately hard in response…

OH SHIT…. his coffee is hot…. That is the next thing I notice…. the spilled coffee is really hot… I jump back and let out a little owww…..

I was wearing a little black tank dress… thank goodness I won’t be walking around all day with a coffee stain… but damn, I need to get this cleaned up… I look at him and he is wet with hot coffee…

We look at each other and to the bathroom where it is unisex… and I suggest we share if we are just going to clean it up… he nods his agreement as he starts walking to the restroom with me…

I noticed he held open the door for me… I figure I need to at least introduce myself… I do and follow it with an apology. I am so sorry I ran into him… other than the hot coffee, he isn’t. Finds it quite exciting to have a pretty girl pressed against him… hard nipples and all…

My face is red… but not all from embarrassment… my thong is quite soaked already…this man has that effect on me. This man…. oh my..

I grab some paper towels and get them wet and dab the spots of coffee and then move to wipe the coffee off my skin… now remember, I have gone without sex for a while, I am locked in a bathroom under my suggestion with a hot guy… I have coffee on my dress and my skin… there is an opportunity to have a bit of fun… maybe tease him a bit and maybe if all works well, get a date out of it… who knows… but if not… at least I will have fun now…

I lower the top of my tank dress so I can clean the coffee off my breasts. I know he noticed… his breath hitched… then a whispered… oh fuck…

I then wet another towel and raise the front of my dress…. just stopping before exposing the front of my thong… I use circular motions on the front of my thighs… the paper towel edge is actually whisper-softly touching my clit…. my pussy is so into this little game…

I drop the paper towels on purpose on the floor and then bend over and not with my knees to pick it up… I happen to know in this position my thong is exposed to him…

You are playing with fire…. that is all he whispers to me and that is enough… I stand up and walk over to him… I grab a new paper towel and wet it and with my other hand start pulling his t shirt out of the waist of his pants… He helps me take the shirt off and then I start to wipe the ‘coffee’ off his chest…

I couldn’t help myself… I started to place little kisses on his chest… he puts his arms around me and pulls me closer… he then cups my ass under my dress, squeezing and kneading me and it is turning me on… I take his nipple in my mouth… while I begin to undo his pants…

He puts his hands on both sides of my face and pulls me up to him and moves in for a kiss… I am not sure if kiss is the best word for what we are doing… we are laying a game plan for what we are going to be doing… he is fucking my mouth with his tongue and I am happily fucking him back…

I freed his cock and thank goodness too… it was hard and straining against his jeans… poor thing… it needs so much attention… and good thing I am here to give it to him..

I begin stroking his cock with my hand…thinking how much fun it would be to have it in my mouth…

He moves my thong off my hips and it falls down my legs… I step out of it and rather amazed at the speed this is progressing. The most daring thing I had done…

My breasts are out of my dress and one in each of his hands. Our kiss breaks as he puts one very hard and eager nipple into his mouth… OMG, it is going from my nipple straight to my pussy… which I must say is dripping right now… wanting the cock that is in my hand….

I need him to fuck me now. I cannot wait any longer… I moan out please fuck me… not the most elegant of words… but he seems to get the point… I hear some noise, I am thinking it is a condom wrapper… and he turns me around facing the wall… my hands are above my head, flat against the wall and my dress is being lifted and then taken off me… I put my hands back against wall and feel his hands on top of mine, our fingers intertwining.

His body is against mine. I can feel his cock nestled up next to my ass… I can feel his heart beat out a rhythm that says he is very excited to be here right now… His breath is on my neck as he kisses and nibbles that oh s0 sensitive area… he asks me if I am sure… I can barely get out the words I am so in need… yes, please.. oh god, yes please….

He spreads my legs a bit and arches my hips up and slides in, slowly at first… I am so fucking wet it is hard for him to slide in slowly… I am hot, wet, tight and so eager to have him in my pussy… he moans out his pleasure… which turns me on ever more…

Our hands are still entwined…but I can feel the strength he is using to hold back… as if he is afraid he will hurt me… I tell him to go hard and fast… I like it hard and fast… he mumbles out oh god yes… and starts to pound me hard… it is setting every nerve ending in my body into ecstasy…. my pussy is already responding to his movements… I am feeling so damn wonderful and I let him know…

He put on hand on my nipple and gave it a bit of a pinch before he placed it all in his hand and squeezed in time with his thrusts… I could feel the sensation follow a path to my pussy and moaned in appreciation.

He placed his other hand on my clit and began making it sing in pleasure… I was so close to cumming it was amazing… and incredible… I reached around us both to grab his ass in a feeble attempt to get him further inside me… he was already in as far as humanly possible, but I wanted more… I was being so damn greedy…

He is pounding into me hard and relentlessly. I wanted more… I needed more… he felt so good. He was making me feel incredible… I had been on the edge of cumming for too long… I was ready to jump down off that edge and dissolve right on his amazing cock…

He can feel my pussy tightening… he whispers… go ahead baby and let go…

I do… I let out a moan and I begin to cum around his cock…. my pussy tightens, it quivers, my body shakes, and my legs go limp… I can’t seem to stop cumming… I feel wetness streaming down my thighs… he is telling me how great it is to have me cum on him… he can feel my release… he is ready… he cums… I can feel him as his body prepares and lets go his release… it is powerful and his thrusts cease as a few more reflexive movements happen. He moves his hands back up on the wall with mine to hold us both upright… I think both of us are wishing we were lying down to recover… our bodies are limp and drained of pleasure and energy.

A few moments pass and he has to take care of the condom… I have to clean the evidence of my pleasure off my thighs…

I place my thong in my purse and pull my dress over my head… he pulls his jeans back up and covers up his incredible cock… I look down at it in lust…wanting more…

I look back up at him… he is watching me as he finishes getting dressed…

He says… ‘are you up for more brief encounters?’

I smile and say ‘yes, please’.

Hope you are having a wonderful sexually social adventure… I am…

Sophia