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She increased her speed until she was just slamming into him, and you could hear the slap of her crotch up against his ass. She thrust more rapidly, he moaned louder, and I started masturbating like a woman in heat. Over the following weeks, I did all the reading I could. Up close, I could tell it was a dildo, although it had a realistic shape. Her hand was instantly at my asshole, fingering me again.
And then the most delightful sound: it started off soft but grew in volume, a plaintive moan of deep pleasure, very submissive but unmistakably baritone. Without ever touching his penis, he came thickly onto his own chest, and the sight of it made me come. It clicked for me in a way that no other sexual act, real or fantasized, ever had. I joined online groups, solicited advice, ordered equipment, and continued to masturbate to my new fantasy. "Megan, you're beautiful." "You're pretty damn hot, too." She walked over and sat next to me.
I might have just finished my drink and left, but a good-looking guy walked in and asked for a table. No guy is going to say no to sex, but guys are skittish that any girl hitting on them is emotionally needy and acts as if she's looking for a serious boyfriend. I strolled up to him and casually said: "Are you playing alone?
He had sandy blond air, a lean and trim body, and a cute face, but I wanted to watch him for a few minutes to see if he was alone. " He looked up at me, and then flashed a quick smile. I ordered another drink and tried to act like I was into baseball while I peeked at him. He had brown hair and soft green eyes, and there was something gentle about his face. I was meeting a friend here, but he just called to say he was bailing. "Well, I'd like to play you, if you wouldn't mind." Another smile. Each stroke sparked a shower of sensations in my body. I want to make him moan at every one of my loving thrusts, rapturous gratitude on his face. "I can give you a lift home now, if you like." He looked at me, sizing up the situation. I always tried to take care of her needs, and her remarks cut. Her black hair was cut short, almost a boy's style. She was sitting alone watching baseball, so I figured that she was a lesbian. As soon as we were in the door of my apartment, she was kissing me. She licked up one side of my shaft and down the other. I closed my eyes and drank in the wonderful sensations. The next week, I decided to go out looking for my new beau. I might normally go out with my girlfriends, but they would slow me down tonight. "Well, I guess I should be going," I said facetiously. I waited for the longest five seconds of my life, my heart in my throat. "You're welcome," and then I leaned over and kissed him. I found myself imaging his ass cheeks spread wide open for me, and I realized I had my hand behind his head, pulling him in hard for the kiss. My friend Doug said we should shoot some pool and drown my woes. I was surprised when she came up to talk and flirt with me, shocked when she offered me a ride home, and floored when she said she wanted to have sex. I'm a soft and slow kisser, but she was aggressive. In another minute, she was pushing me down onto the couch. She swirled her tongue around the tip before taking a mouthful. Likewise, I needed to find a man who was alone; if he were with friends, then my attempt to pick him up would probably seem desperate. "Theoretical work only; nothing practical about it at all," he joked. Then he said, "Yeah, that'd be great." A wave of relief washed over me, and in retrospect, I was being silly. Before I knew it, she had my shirt off and was licking my nipples. Her hand clamped on my shaft and pumped back and forth.