I slept in until about 10:30. This was completely out of character for me. I’m usually a 6:30am weekday and 8 at the latest weekend type of person. At this point, it’s pretty obvious that yesterday’s late night pass out was in fact, a pass out. The good news is that I wasn’t hung over.
I looked down and saw I was only wearing a shirt. I chuckled a bit, my clit sucker was laying just to the side, and my phone was face down on the floor. I crawled over and picked it up, saw a message from the friend from yesterday and had a few Tinder alerts.
My friend asked how the Tinder date went. I didn’t lie to her, I told her that he was a no-show, but let’s just say I didn’t elaborate at all with what actually happened.
I switched over to Tinder, and jackass from last night had replied. He apologized and said something came up. Fuck that guy, I blocked him. Another was a conversation I had with a match, that had been on and off for a few weeks, his name was Gabe. From the looks of his Tinder pictures, he was a taller Asian guy with really good looks, dressed well, and either had money or the illusion of it. I don’t care about that last part obviously, I’m just painting the picture.
Well, we had gotten to the point where we were talking about actually meeting up, and I had asked him if he had gotten tested for anything recently. That was when he had gone silent a few days ago, and he replied back late last night that he had not been tested recently, it had been like 3 years but would still love to get together.
I really don’t like Tinder hookups not being tested. I feel like it just carries a bigger risk than I want to take. But after being so promiscuous over the last few days, I really just wanted to do more. I replied to him while slowly fingering my clit, and decided that being up front was my new thing.
I told him that if he wanted to come over right now, I’d give him a handjob, but that’s it. He pushed back a little bit. He said “not even a blowjob?” And I told him no, not even a blowjob, and said never mind, the offer is off the table.
He back tracked and apologized. He said he’d get in his car right now. I told him my address and said nothing but a handjob, and he said he was good for that. He said he’d be there in 20 minutes.
I started fingering myself harder, thinking about the last few days, then I reached over and grabbed my toy, using it on myself. I was almost to orgasm, merely seconds away, when there was a knock on the door. I got pissed and flipped it off and tossed it across the room. Luckily it didn’t break.
I ran over to the door and cracked it open, peeking out the door. He was just as attractive as his photo, and I told him I wasn’t wearing anything on the bottom and he needed to wait a minute while I threw something on. He said he wouldn’t mind just letting him in this way and got a big smile on his face. I thought about it for a second and decided screw it, and opened the door all the way and told him to come in.
He walked in and didn’t look at the apartment at all. He just looked at me and said something like “fuck, you’re hot” and I remember getting a rush downstairs. I repeated my last message to him, “just a handjob though” and he agreed and asked what we do next.
I told him to go to my room, and he did. I followed him, hopped on the bed with my back on toward my headboard and lied against a mountain of pillows, and told him to take off his clothes and lay on the bed, patting it right in front of me.
He did as instructed, putting his legs to my sides, but his feet touching the headboard meant I couldn’t reach him. I told him to scoot closer, so he bent his knees and got as close as he could. His cock was almost all the way hard, and it was just an inch or two from my clit. I had my legs between his feet and his ass laying flat on the bed, and I reached down and gave him a squeeze. I squeezed a few times, pretty hard, which got him all the way hard.
I started stroking him, and he asked for a pillow so he could watch. I didn’t have any issues with that, and I tossed him one. He propped up his head and smiled, and I stroked him slowly. We started talking a bit more while doing this. I asked him how he liked it, and he said that he like it a little faster, so I picked up the pace.
“Like that?” He nodded and smiled.
After a few minutes, he asked if I had any lube or anything, because he liked that better. I let go of him, leaned over breaking our pretzel pose and opened the nightstand drawer. I squirted some coconut oil in my hand that I had in there for this very occasion, and got back into position. I rubbed it all over his cock and went right back to the pace.
“This better?” He enthusiastically nodded and told me it absolutely was. I continued stroking him for a bit, and he propped up onto his elbows, watching everything below. He asked if it was okay for him to watch like this, because he liked being able to see me too. I told him it was fine as long as it helped.
I asked if I could pick up the pace a bit, and he told me just a little bit, he liked it how I was doing it. I kept it the same, maybe a bit more speed, and I reached down and started playing with my clit with my other hand. He leaned his head to the side to see a little better and started moaning loudly.
I swirled on my clit a bit faster, and then I started moaning. I picked up the pace on both of us, and we both started moaning louder. I was really enjoying pleasuring both of us together.
He came just a second later, squirting straight up in the air, landing right on his stomach.
I pointed it up and continued stroking slowly, making sure to keep going until he stopped. I reached up and scooped some of his cum off his belly and then grabbed his cock again, using it to make his cock even more slippery. I stroked it a few more times and he started moaning.
His cock started getting softer, and I asked him if he wanted me to stop. He told me no, and I kept going. He started getting hard again and I thought he was going to cum, he was breathing like he ran a marathon, but then he started getting soft again.
I asked him again if he wanted me to stop, and he begged me not to. Like, actually begged, saying “please don’t stop!”
He then came, he was only about half way hard, but he came. This time, I had him pointing toward me and he came just below my stomach, right on my pubic area. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make him almost cry. I asked if it felt good, and he was panting, saying yes.
I let him go, and he laid there with his legs bent but spread, his cock pointing to the side completely limp, and his cum on both of us. I was absolutely, mind numbingly horny at this point, I didn’t orgasm before he arrived, and then I was pretty close when he came as well, but I stopped to focus on him so I had gotten way too close twice this morning.
I reached down and started swirling on my clit again, I was already so close that I knew I could make it happen quickly. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I didn’t do anything but squeeze, and he started moaning again. I moaned, and my orgasm erupted, which is wonderful because I rarely orgasm without a toy. I kept swirling around for a few more moments while enjoying the sensations of my orgasm coming to an end, and I looked down to see him watching me with a smile.
He started laughing, and I asked him why. He told me he doesn’t know if he ever wants a blowjob again if handjobs feel this good. I reached down and stroked him a few more times and he closed his legs and scooted away, straightening them out and mentioning that his legs were starting to cramp up.
He asked me where the bathroom was, and I told him it was out to the left, and he walked out to clean up. I asked him to bring me back the hand towel, and when he returned he tossed it to me, so I started wiping up as he got dressed.
He looked at me and told me “that wasn’t JUST a handjob.” I asked him what he meant and he said it was the best handjob that’s ever happened. I smiled and told him I had fun, but that I needed to go pick up my kids, which was a lie but I didn’t know what else to do or say.
He thanked me and told me it was amazing and that any time I wanted to reach out that he’d drop whatever he was doing and come over. I told him that we’d have to see. He left, and I contemplated using the clit sucker again. I walked over to the floor and picked it up and checked it out but ultimately just decided to get in the shower.