Moving On With Mac - Sex Stories

Moving On With Mac

I was attracted to him in high school but we never talked. Here I was eight years later, divorced from the man I thought I’d love forever and driving four hours to fuck the one I’d never had the chance to. It all started a few weeks ago. After months of mourning my divorce, I had finally started to rebuild my life. I created a new Facebook profile, one free of the memories and photos of my once happy marriage. I hadn’t thought about Mac in years, since high school probably, but suddenly there he was, tagged in a friend’s Facebook photo. A group pic at the beach and he was tall, shirtless and ripped and holding a girl in his arms. I remembered how I used to sit in the gym at our high school and admire his muscular body as he played basketball. He looked good back then but now he was all grown up and much more muscular and I wondered how it felt to be that girl in his arms. I clicked “Add Friend.” I just wanted to see more pictures of him. It was all innocent. A few days later I logged onto my profile and found a message from him waiting for me in my inbox. Hey, long time no see, how have you been? Like I said, it started out innocently enough. Plus, he lived in a city four hours drive from me. What was the most that could come from it? After exchanging a few messages and just catching up I gave him my number. We started texting and over the next few days our conversations got more and more flirtatious. One night after a happy hour with my coworkers I was feeling tipsy and ...

... brave. I brazenly texted him: I’m a little tipsy right now and I wish I could kiss you… Instantly I felt mortified and regretted sending him the text. What if that was too forward? Just then my phone buzzed with a message from him. Yeah that would be a fun start… it read. I was surprised. You’ve thought about kissing me? I wrote back. Among other things… he replied. Other things? I’m sure you can imagine. I could definitely imagine and in fact I already had imagined. After seeing those shirtless pictures of him, I spent the next night alone in my bed rubbing my dripping wet pussy to a number of mouth-watering orgasms as I imagined his body on mine. Our texts over the next few days became more and more explicit as he told me what he wanted to do to me. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t concentrate any longer. All day at work images of our bodies together filled my mind. One minute it was him thrusting into me from behind, grabbing my hair and spanking me. The next he was on top of me with one hand around my throat and his tongue buried in the back of my mouth while the headboard pounded against the wall. I was constantly wet, each day I’d come home and step out of another sopping pair of panties. This was crazy, I’d never talked to anyone like this, let alone to someone who I hardly knew. I don’t know what it was about him but the way he texted me made me crave him. By the end of the week, every muscle in my body was stiff. My fingers weren’t cutting it anymore and he ...