The story of my most recent full conquest is as intense as it was short-lived. It proved to me that what you want can be found. All you have to do is sacrifice any ounce of self-respect and live with the consequences. It is also the story of the best blow job I have ever received.
We had matched on Tinder. It’s surprisingly easy. Just lie through your teeth in conversation, do not push too much, and like-minded souls can usually be found. Be happy with what you find, would be my advice. There will always be other days. On this occasion, however, the stars aligned rather spectacularly.
The first few days we chatted and flirted as was the custom. I found out about her interests and job and so on. If we had matched on the Friday we must have met on the Monday. A local park that was close to where she worked and, crucially, far enough away from where I worked. We met under a tree and I kissed her there and then. We had agreed to do this and it proved electric. She had the most impish grin and wise-gal smirk.
Shorter than my admittedly tall height, she was curvy and had what I would later describe to her as the perfect body, a round ass held pert by black leggings, gorgeous breasts, easily too big for my large hands. In our conversations, she would recount that boys had become aware of her seemingly overnight when they ‘popped’ into existence.
We canoodled some more by the tree, sitting in my car for a bit, and kissed some more. Careful not to leave strands of her dyed red hair on the seats. Tell-tale. We parted and chatted some more. The next day, I drove the considerable distance to her flat for more kissing. Her grin greeted me and I left her cheeks rosy. Artwork in progress hung in her living room. She was quite arty and talented. Her own business too. Worthy of my friendly envy for sure. The only sour note was kerbing my tyre on my hurried way out. A price to pay.
By later in the week the flirting and chatting had escalated. In explicit messages, things ramped up and up and may have led from one thing to another: a flurry of voice notes, videos, and messages, her dimly lit bedroom, and her naked body covered by the sheets. I heard her beautiful moans climax and she watched me stroke to them. We left Thursday thinking only about the next step.
As luck would have it an opportunity arose. I had errands to run. People to see. Families to help move. The earliest I would make it to hers would be after 11. It suited us both and the anticipation was such that I have rarely experienced. It must have been for her too. When I parked up and got buzzed into her block, I climbed the stairs. She was waiting at her open door, ready to lead me in.
I made nervous small talk. With a previous girl, nerves had hit us both the first time we met. This time I did not get the chance to. Her impish grin returned and her voice purred at me as we kissed. Made out. She was an amazing kisser and I miss it as I write this. Her small hallway was filled with the sounds of deep kissing for all of a few minutes. My hands cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed their firmness. She pulled away from the kiss and led me into her bedroom, playfully pushing me onto the bed. Her red hair was let loose now and as we kissed some more my hands brushed through it. She seemed to like it. Her hands brushed and started to clutch at my jeans. I too was a fan of this.
The next five minutes simultaneously lasted for a lifetime and yet were over too soon. In her darkened room, lit only with the hallway light, she unclipped and unzipped my jeans. Her eager eyes watched me as she slipped off my underpants. I must’ve joked about taking my shoes off because they suddenly were. She took my hand and smirked, leading me to stand up. Naked from the waist down in this strange woman’s flat, I found myself pressed against the wall. The cool paint sticking to my tacky back. She stood in front of me and we kissed as her petite hands stroked my cock. I was already clearly enjoying this and was twitching into a salute way before this point. Now I was hard for her and she loved it.
Whether I beckoned her to or if she made the move I cannot remember, but her top was off. Her breasts were now trapped in the dark bra and needed to be freed. As our tongues danced, I wrapped my hands around and unclipped her. Leaning back, she was revealed. Fuck me. If I die tomorrow, I will have seen heaven. Beautifully shaped, cuppable breasts, breathing rhythmically before me. Her nipples were the perfect kind; protruding a quarter of an inch from darker areola. My hands would have the utmost joy of exploring these later.
But first, her patience was waning. She knelt before me slowly, still slowly stroking me and watching me. She had teased me all week with the promise of this. My heart rate quickened and I gasped as she fulfilled that promise. I watched with desperate excitement as she settled on her knees before me. Her mouth opened, parting the satisfied smirk of a woman in control, and moved to kiss up my thigh. Her lips were as perfectly shaped as the rest of her. Pert and luscious and moist and cool to the touch. She kissed below my belly button.
Without warning, her tongue, previously the dance partner to my own, extended and tipped the base of my shaft. It trailed up, up along me to my swollen head. She sniggered at my hushed response. Any small talk had long since gone. Her wet tongue slid down me again. She had been underselling herself when describing her skills.
My hand surely grabbed her red hair and she took the hint. Opening her mouth and flattening her tongue, she guided my cock inside. It was the most intense, most electrifying moment of ecstasy. I watched as her mouth sealed around me and she drew long and slow movements up and down my shaft. Beautiful sensations of touch and sound filled her bedroom and made my legs almost buckle—wet, slipping, and slapping sounds. With every push she let her tongue flatten to surround my head. With every pull, she let the tip pull away and her pert lips almost released me. Her hands toyed with my balls and my hand gripped her hair.
She was wet and left my cock shining a sheen that only she could muster. From time to time she would pause to look up and stroke me quicker, my cock centimeters from her lips. Each return to her mouth was even more amazing than the last. She moaned softly as she took me in. She needn’t have bothered. I needed no encouragement and neither did she. She slowly let me slip out and stood up. We moved to the bed.
The conclusion of an intense week had just begun.
To be continued.
