A New York Fuck - Sex Stories

A New York Fuck

... neither length, nor girth. He was above average, but not by a lot. He was pleasantly manscaped, but not in a way that had me thinking he was too into his appearance. It was the shape that caught my attention. He was gently curved in just the right way. I could almost feel his head massaging my front wall, putting pressure in exactly the right place.

Biting my bottom lip as I replied, I told him just what I had been thinking, what I'd like to be doing. The reply was instantaneous: "we could make that happen, Sadie." That's me, by the way, or at least me on the site. I didn't use my real name back then, and I'm certainly not going to break the habit in this story.

My heart skipped a beat. But there was something else about his photo. He'd not been as careful as me, or maybe cared less about his privacy. Because, in the background behind that appealingly shaped cock, was his face. Out of focus for sure, but still his face. Not for the first time, I wondered if it had been an intentional escalation.

I deliberately took a new selfie. Then another as my face had looked weird. The second was better. Taking a few deep breaths to center myself, I sent it. My accompanying message was: "well if we are thinking about meeting IRL, then I guess I'd better show you what I look like."

And so my personal Rubicon was crossed, and in record time. I knew, as I sent my face reveal, that we would fuck. It was only a matter of time.

I realized that while I had been reminiscing, my ...

... hands had been wandering. One was cupping a breast and squeezing gently, the other was stroking the strip of short hair on my mound. Through the steam, I could just make out a clock on the wall. I had time.

I moved my fingers to a nipple, rolling it, feeling it harden. My other hand migrated downwards. In my imagination, I saw Robert's cock. I'd masturbated to the image before many times. But now I knew it was soon going to be in my pussy and in my mouth. Shit, I was crazy turned on, almost breathless.

Relinquishing my breast, I slipped a finger inside myself as my other hand rubbed my tingling clit. I leaned against the shower wall, the support allowing me to open my legs wider, and to add a second finger to my vaginal probing. Feelings were rising so fast. Robert and I had talked about him licking me out. I was going to make myself nice and creamy for him.

The thought of his tongue in my pussy, and that it would be soon, was enough to make me a moaning mess of orgasmic jello, weak at the knees, heart thumping, lungs heaving.

Checking the clock again as I toweled myself dry, I decided to just throw on a bathrobe. He'd messaged again while I had been busy, and he was close. He was so close.

My phone bleeped and I jumped violently. I knew I was on edge, but this was ridiculous. He was in the lobby. I noticed that I had been holding my breath as I read the message. I exhaled and inhaled deeply, but it did nothing to calm me. I went and checked the door peephole, ...