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I added a guy to my grocery order

I dropped the kids off and went to the gym. Pretty typical morning. I showered and got ready and went to the grocery store on my way home. I didn’t have to work and I wanted to make a nice dinner with the kids helping, so I got the ingredients for a pretty basic pasta dish so that they would be willing to help.

I was grabbing a loaf of bread from the bakery section, and I saw an incredibly handsome man. He was probably my age, maybe a year or two older with slightly greying hair, total dad bod, and his face was incredibly handsome. I don’t know what it was specifically, but I just was drawn to him.

I walked right up next to him and grabbed a bag of bagels. I wasn’t even planning on getting them, but I just needed an excuse to get his attention.

I set the bagels back and then asked him if he would mind grabbing me the one from the top shelf. He grabbed it and handed it to me, smiled and nodded.

I smiled back and bit my lip. I walked over to the closest aisle, hoping he would follow me. He did. He came right up next to me, and asked if I had ever tried this coffee blend before. I told him no, but it looked good. He made a cheesy joke about bumping into me again. I told him it was my lucky day then, and I hope it happens again.

I walked over another aisle and then he came there too. “Okay now it’s my lucky day” he said with a smile.

I chuckled flirty and asked what we should do about that. He suggested we grab a coffee and introduced himself as Michael. I said that sounded nice.

We both checked out and then we met there a few minutes later. It was just a block away. He got there first, he only had a few items and I had a cart full. He had my coffee waiting when I got there (he had asked what I like).

We had a great conversation getting to know each other, and after some time I knew I needed to shift to his goals, because this was starting to sound like a guy with longer term plans.

I was pretty blunt, again the new me is more direct. I asked what it is he’s after with taking me for a coffee date. He was generic and told me just to get to know me a bit.

I didn’t really get the answer I was after. I dug a little and eventually got to his recent divorce. He had kids, got divorced two years ago, and is ready to move on with his life and start a new one.

He asked me my story, and I decided to be brutally honest. I told him I’m newly divorced, that I’m not looking for anything remotely serious, and that for the first time, I’m being who I missed in my 20’s.

He chuckled and told me he went through that phase, only it ended quickly as he was getting shot down. He said he hoped I had better luck than he did, but he was sure I had no problems.

I asked him what he had wished had happened and what went wrong. He told me that as soon as he got the divorce, he was so happy, the thought he was just going to run around and fuck every hot woman he saw, but that wasn’t his luck. After he got shot down his self esteem just disappeared, and he’s just accepted the fact that he is a relationship guy, and not a hookup guy.

I told him it’s too bad he’s not a hookup guy, because that’s kinda what I’m looking for right now. I stopped and just waited.

He smiled and asked, “should I be a hookup guy instead?”

I told him that if he was a hookup guy instead, that I’d try pretty hard to leave this coffee shop with him, but it’s too bad he isn’t, and gave him a wink.

He is witty. He said something like “in a crazy turn of events, the man you have spent the last hour getting to know and love is no longer available. Instead, I’d like to introduce you to the new, totally real and confident me named Mike, that would like to invite you back to my place.”

I smiled at him and told him that if he had that level of confidence two years ago, he wouldn’t have had any issues. I said I’d love to go back to his place.

We walked out and he asked if I wanted to get in his car or follow him back or what. I told him we could leave my car here as long as he dropped me back off later, and he said that sounded great. Luckily it’s a super cold day out, because I had some refrigerated items, but I know they’ll be okay all day in this cold.

He lived just a few minutes away. I had assumed as much, since he was at the local grocery store like I was. People usually don’t drive too far for that. During the trip, he basically just told me not to expect much from his place, that it was a mess, etc.

We pulled in the driveway to his house. I thought it was cute. We went inside and it wasn’t really messy at all. The sink had some dishes in it, and it didn’t look like a magazine or anything, but it was cleaner than a lot of places I’ve been to. He took our coats and dropped them on the chair next to the couch.

He asked me if I wanted anything to drink, and I told him I was good after my coffee. He walked up to me and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and neck and kissed back. His hands went immediately to my ass, and he pulled me in tighter.

I grabbed his shirt at the bottom and started pulling it over his head, and he helped take it the rest of the way. His chest wasn’t as hairy as I expected it to be, because he had a very short but thick beard and his arms were pretty hairy. I was wearing a shirt with buttons, so he traced my neck with his finger, down my chest to the top button and then started unbuttoning one at a time. I stood there watching him while he unbuttoned them all. Once the last one was unbuttoned, I let it slide to the floor.

He pulled me in tight again, grabbing my ass while we kissed again, and I pushed him down onto the couch. I unhooked my bra, it clasped in the front, and let that slide down to the floor. I climbed onto his lap, squeezing them as together as tight as I could get them and putting them in his face. He kissed between them a few times, and then moved over to kissing one of my nipples before looking up and kissing my mouth again.

I started grinding on his lap a little, just moving my hips back and forth a little bit while he continued to lick my nipples. I could feel his cock getting hard in his pants, and I reached down between our legs and started stroking it a bit over the fabric.

After a few moments, I backed off and started unbuckling his belt. I pulled it all the way off, then started on his pants. He stood up and took his pants off, his erection holding up his underwear. I grabbed it, gave him a “yum” moan (I don’t know how to describe it besides a quick ‘mmm’).

He told me it was my turn and pointed to the pants. I unbuttoned them, pushed him back down to the couch and turned around, I slowly slid them off moving my hips from side to side in as sexy a way as I could. He smiled and watched me, as I peeked over my shoulder to see his reaction. I then slid my thong off in the same way, wiggling my hips slowly. I bent over just slightly as I dropped them to the ground, sticking my ass toward him while my hips stuck back before turning around and climbing on top of him.

His hard cock was under the thin fabric of his boxer briefs and I pressed my crotch against it hard. I moved my hips a bit, dry humping him like I haven’t done since I was 19 years old. He started moaning, and I did too, and I started moving back and forth a little faster. The friction of the cloth on my clit felt great at first, but then quickly became uncomfortable, and then it bordered on downright painful so I backed up and slid off his underwear.

The fabric had absorbed way too much of my wetness, there was a big spot on the front of his underwear making the black even darker. I wasn’t quite wet enough to slide him in after that, and my purse with a condom on it was across the room. I sat down on his lap, facing away from him. His cock was lining my butt crack and I pushed back into him and wiggled my hips a little bit more. I didn’t do that long before I turned around and got down onto my knees and leaned forward, taking him quickly all the way into my mouth.

He moaned and immediately put his hand on the side of my head, underneath my hair. I thought he was going to push, and if he had, I would have smacked him and left, but he put no weight on it. I continued sucking slowly and deeply, licking the tip and then going all the way down. I moaned loudly, and this turned me on so much I could feel myself starting to get really wet. I wanted to sit on him again, I wanted to let him slide into me, but I didn’t want to take the time to walk across the room, fish for a condom and all that.

I kept sucking on him for a bit longer. I could read that he liked things a little slower than many guys, so I kept the longer, slower pace. He didn’t go as wild for the head turning while on his tip as many guys either, so I kept the rhythm steady. I started fingering my clit slowly, pretty much at the same pace as my motions on him, and this felt wildly good. It wasn’t but a few minutes of this and I no longer had a desire for sex.

Pretty much as I realized that, he told me he was getting close and asked if I wanted to switch things up. I looked up at him and told him if he wants to fuck me he can, but that I am really enjoying sucking his cock and I would prefer to finish him this way. I told him the choice is his.

I went back to the rhythm again and a few moments later I came back up. I asked him between kisses of his cock “are…you…going…to…cum…or…fuck…me…?”

He asked me if I really did want to and I said I absolutely did. He said he hasn’t cum from a blowjob in 10 years, so I told him today’s the day and I went back and didn’t let go. I started sucking and he started moaning loud. Knowing he was about to cum, I started swirling my finger on my clit faster, I needed to get off because I didn’t want to be left hanging.

He burst into my mouth and the moment I felt the first pulse set me over the edge. I came hard and I sucked even harder. He grunted and thrust upward just a bit. I backed my head off to swallow and look at him and grabbed him. I stroked him with one hand while still going faster with my other. I had one long orgasm, or maybe a series of short ones, and I went back down as he came just a little more. I had to pull away my hand from myself, I couldn’t take it any more. I put my hands on his thighs and sped up, sucking as hard and as fast as I could. He started moaning louder and then he came a bit more.

I laid my head on his inner leg and slowly played with his cock as it lost a little big of its firmness. I always love watching it get softer after a really great orgasm, it gives me such an incredible feeling. I know that playing with it will keep it harder, or basically just slow down the loss of his erection, but I love it. I continued to lightly and slowly play with him until he was completely limp. We didn’t say a word.

He was gazing at my face and I looked up and smiled. He reached down and wiped my cheek with his thumb and wiped it on his leg. Apparently there was a drop of cum on it, which must have happened when it was out of my mouth.

He told me it was incredible, and I told him I had a pretty substantial orgasm as well. He asked me if he could return the favor for me and I told him that I couldn’t handle anything else, I really got off, and he enjoyed hearing that.

I stood up and grabbed my clothes. I slid my underwear on while he sat there and he laughed, said he didn’t know if it was safe for him to stand up for a few minutes. I laughed and told him to take his time. I continued dressing then went to the bathroom and made sure I was presentable. My hair wasn’t bad, he had gone underneath everything. I went back out as he was finishing getting dressed.

We did the awkward pleasantries thing where he said we could do this any time and I said maybe. I told him it was fun, he told me it was fun, etc.

He drove me back to the coffee shop, I got in my car and went home. The groceries were fine, in case you wondered.

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The most boring blowjob story ever

This might be the most boring story I have written, but for me, the situation was every bit as exciting as any of the rest of them. I love doing these things, and they don’t have to be super exciting or dangerous or taboo, they can just be a blowjob.

And that’s what this one is.

I went to the gym, I didn’t have to get to work until noon. I worked out hard, which made me finish a bit sooner than I had allotted for. I was just too exhausted to keep working out, so I went in and showered and got ready for work.

By the time I was done, it was 10:45. I went out to my car and thought about just heading straight to work and reading a book in the parking lot. But, I was still just reeling from the events over the weekend, and the more I thought about it, the hornier I got.

I shot Alex a text, “want a blowjob?” I waited a few minutes and got an enthusiastic response, “you know I always do.” To add just a little mystery I started typing and then deleted it, and left my screen on and tapped every once in a while while I drove over there. I thought maybe he would think I was typing a novel.

I parked, walked up the stairs, and opened the door. I figured we were past knocking at this point.

I was right. He was staring at his phone. He looked startled as I opened the door and it made me laugh. He sat his phone down and asked why I laughed and I just told him never mind.

At this point, he’s done fighting anything. He just asks, “where do you want me?”

I looked around for a minute, thinking. “Chair,” I pointed.

He walked over and stood in front of it. He was wearing gym shorts and I yanked them down along with his boxers, then pushed him backwards so he fell down.

I got down on my knees and helped his feet out of his shorts, and then I leaned down and slid his already very hard cock into my mouth. I sucked for just a few seconds and then recalled he said he never gets to touch me, so I thought I would give him a little treat.

I let him slowly slide out of my mouth, probably taking a good 30 seconds, and then I leaned back, taking off my shirt. I unclamped my bra and dropped it on the floor. He had the deer-in-headlights look.

I grabbed his hand and pressed it on my boob and he squeezed gently. I stood up, breaking his grip and then sat down on his leg, and he reached right back up and grabbed my boob again. I reached down and started stroking him slowly. I swear he was harder than ever.

I told him to move to the couch and lay down. He did as instructed. I got down on my knees on the floor, sideways to him, and grabbed his hand again, sticking it to my chest. He twirled my nipple around a bit but mostly just squeezed. Honestly I didn’t enjoy the feeling but it wasn’t painful or anything, but he sure enjoyed it.

He came fast. Faster than usual. I think the combination of squeezing my boob and me getting used to understanding what pace and how hard to suck just set him over the edge.

I think my favorite thing about sucking him is the noises he makes while cumming.

After he was done, I slowly slid him out of my mouth again, and I shuffled over a little bit so my boobs were at his face. He turned and I let him lick my nipples a few times while I played with his cock a little for some torture.

I told him he had one minute, and I sat there letting him lick me. He went back and forth a few times. I gave him a few hard squeezes and told him time was up, and I stood up and grabbed my clothes. He laid there on the couch watching me dress.

He told me I’m too good to him. I told him to shut his mouth if he ever wants another blowjob.

I told him goodbye and went to work.

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I told a Tinder Match to Come Over For A Quick Handjob

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.

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Gave a car BJ in the Bar Parking Lot

I had woken up super horny. I was absolutely exhilarated from the day before – I had given two blowjobs to two different guys, and I felt something surging through me still. I used my clit sucker, took a shower, then used it again.

I went out to lunch with a friend of mine, we hadn’t seen each other in quite some time, and it was really nice catching up. She asked me about my love life, this was our first time catching up since the divorce, and I basically told her it was non-existent, but that I was enjoying single life.

She wasn’t really the kind of friend that I would talk sex with, she’s more of a “talk about the kids” kind of friend. As we were eating and chatting, I was exchanging messages on Tinder with a guy that I had been chatting with for a few days now. She asked who I was so busy messaging with and I skirted around it a bit, but then as I put my attention to the responses a bit, she snatched my phone from me mid-message and opened her mouth wide and said, “you’re on Tinder?!”

I told her I was just experimenting a bit, that it was totally new, and that I was just testing it out to see if I wanted to meet anyone. “You know this is just a sex app right?”

I didn’t know how to reply. I told her it’s a dating app and that I had gone on a few dates from it. She asked me if I fucked them, and I told her no. She joked a bit and told me too bad, that I deserved it and she wished she could. Funny, we never had spoken this way.

She handed my phone back to me and told me I should meet him tonight. I replied back to him, we were going to meet at 9 at a bar halfway between both of our places. She was satisfied with that and made me promise that I’d share all the “juicy details” as she put it, with her.

We finished up our lunch and parted ways. I got ready for the date a bit later, and took an Uber out to the bar.

I was expecting him to be there since I was a few minutes late, but I didn’t see anyone that looked like him. I ordered a drink and waited a bit. Nothing. I messaged him asking where he was. No response. It was a half an hour and I had finished my drink, so I ordered another one. I was sitting at the bar with an empty seat next to me, I had to tell about a dozen people that it was taken.

After 45 minutes and a second drink in my stomach, I realized that this asshole stood me up. I was pissed. I took the last gulp of my drink and opened Uber to head home and a guy sat down next to me. He was probably 35 years old or so, not bad looking with average features. Brown hair, blue eyes, probably about 5’10. He looked over at me and said, “I’m sorry, was this seat taken?”

I told him no, I got stood up and was just leaving. He said it was crazy that anyone would stand me up, and asked if I wanted another drink. I told him I didn’t want to, I was just going to go home and drink there.

He said something like, “Why go home and drink when you can get all the free drinks out here that you want?” I sat back down and said fine, you can buy me a drink.

I got my drink and we started chatting. He was here with his friends, but said they wouldn’t mind if he was talking to me instead of them. He gave an air cheers over to the booth they were sitting in. I asked him why he came and sat next to me if he was with his friends, and he told me that they basically dared him to do it, that they said he wouldn’t have the guts to talk to me.

I laughed a bit and told him nice job for going outside his comfort zone. He was the best looking of his friends for sure, but he told me he doesn’t usually talk to women. I asked him why, and he said he typically just strikes out. I didn’t really understand why. He seemed confident enough, he was decent looking, and he could hold a conversation.

I asked what his friends would say to him when he came back, and he said that they’d tell him he was a wuss if he didn’t get my number. I was pretty drunk at this point, and I laughed and asked what they’d think if he didn’t get my number but got a blowjob instead?

He fumbled for his words and I leaned in and asked if he drove here. He told me yes, and I told him that he should probably take me out to his car now, and that he should probably not say anything to his friends if he knew what was best.

He threw down some cash to pay for our drinks, we both stood up and I grabbed his hand and walked past his friends with him, straight out the door. They watched as we walked by and looked confused why we didn’t say anything.

We got outside and I asked which car was his. He pointed to a 4Runner which was parked a few cars away, and I started walking over there. He unlocked it with the remote and started heading to the driver’s seat, but I got into the back seat. He closed his front door and opened the back, slightly confused.

I asked if he’d like to join me in the back. He climbed in and sat in the seat, closing the door. He started awkwardly bobbing his head and then started drumming on his legs. He obviously had no idea what to do, and I really didn’t either. I was pretty hammered at this point, but I was super horny and all I wanted to do with suck him.

I crawled onto the floor and got in front of him. I started feeling the inside of his legs, and I grabbed him tight through his pants. I looked up at him and asked if we could get these jeans out of the way.

He asked if I was sure about this, and I said I absolutely was. He unbuckled and unzipped, and we slid them down together. He was completely soft, and I took him straight into my mouth and sucked him all the way back. He got hard almost instantly.

I started moaning hard, then I took him out of my mouth and kissed down to his balls and then back up. That was the last time I took him out, and I steadily sucked him while he sat there. He wasn’t making any noise, so I swirled my tongue on the tip, and that made lean his head back and moan, so I did that a few more times.

I started taking him as deep as I could while still maintaining as much suction as possible, and he really started getting into it. I picked up the pace, and without any more warning, he exploded in my mouth, moaning and grunting. I quickly swallowed it and kept sucking.

He started moving his hips, almost trying to get away. I mumbled a “huh uh” and kept sucking while he squirmed a bit. I love when they squirm, it turns me on so much and makes me want to do it more.

After a few more minutes of his after orgasm torture, I finally released him. I let his now limp cock flop down and I looked up and smiled at him, asking him what he was going to tell his friends.

He said he didn’t know, he asked what he should say. I told him he could say whatever he wanted, it didn’t matter to me. He went back and forth for a few seconds, giving me reasons for both and I laughed, kissed him on the cheek, and opened his door.

He still hadn’t put his pants on so he grabbed them and covered himself. There was nobody around that could see him, but it was pretty funny. He asked where I was going, and I told him I needed to get home. He asked me if he could take me home, said it was the least he could do, and I told him I just lived around the corner, so it wasn’t a big deal.

I closed his door before he could say anything else and walked away. I dropped the pin for Uber a few blocks away and it was almost perfect timing, he pulled up and I only had to wait a few seconds.

I got home and dropped my purse on the counter and immediately walked into my room and grabbed my vibrator. I figured it was time to give it another go, and I used it, got to orgasm, then I brushed my teeth. I crawled in bed, then decided it was a good night for a round two, this time with the clit sucker.

I used it, and as I orgasmed, I pretty much passed out. Maybe it was from being tired, maybe it was being drunk, but I woke up in the morning laying there just wearing a shirt on top of my covers. I’m going to guess it was a drunk pass out, which I hadn’t experienced in probably a decade.

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I gave two different guys bj’s in one day

It was Friday, and I had a long week. I worked extra shifts to cover for a coworker, the kids were being a real pain the butt and they had activities galore, so I was really ready for my Friday night. I just had to get through a shift at work and then I was home free. I didn’t have any plans at all, which was a little disappointing. Even though I had a long week, I was super horny and had been using the trusty old clit sucker pretty reliably whenever I could, but I wasn’t going to let that get in my way, I thought I would ask some coworkers if they wanted to go out to a bar or something after work.

As the day went on, I had asked a few of the ladies if they wanted to go out and got shot down each time. People already had plans. My fault for being so last minute. This wasn’t the end of the road for me. I could always go by myself if I wanted, or I could meet up with someone from Tinder. I checked my messages and hadn’t gotten anyone on the hook for the night.

My shift’s end was getting closer and I was getting discouraged. I really didn’t want to sit at some bar solo, and still hadn’t gotten any luck with Tinder. I had a few people that I was messaging with and things were looking really good, but not for tonight. Tomorrow night was lining up nicely, but for tonight, it looks like it is reading a book and drinking wine. That’s fine, it’ll be nice and relaxing, right?

We closed down the store and started leaving, and I saw Alex. I hadn’t known he was working today, I didn’t see him at all, and I didn’t think he was on the schedule. He must have swapped with someone also. I got a sudden mental rush, thinking about a quick BJ before I went home. He didn’t see me, he was well on his way to his car. I picked up my pace across the lot, walking toward Alex’s car, and he got in and turned it on. I sort of jogged over the final stretch, making sure I’d get to him in time.

I opened his passenger door and I think I almost gave him a heart attack. I crawled into his car and his eyes were so wide and he almost screamed before he saw it was me and gave me an awkward smile.

I had looked around a bit before jumping in his car and there were still a few cars parked out here, too many for me to do anything here. It was way too risky to give him a quickie on the parking lot when there’s only a few of us out here and the last few people would be trickling out soon.

I told him to pull into the pet store parking lot, which is just a few stores away. He looked confused at first, like “why would I drive us to the pet store that’s closed?” but then he got a little smirk on his face, he knew what was going on.

He drove us over there and we pulled into a spot, in a wide open lot. He pulled in and turned off the car, it took us less than a minute to get over there. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over. The gear selector was directly in my way. I contorted my body a bit and grabbed his crotch. He was already hard, he absolutely knew what was going on.

I couldn’t get good enough access to him from this angle, so I told him to get his dick out for me. He unzipped and pulled himself out, and I gave him a few slow sucks, but the gear selector was really in my way. I’m not sure how people do this, or maybe it’s just something that you’ve got to have the right car for.

I looked up at him and said, “this isn’t working. We need to move to the back,” and I started crawling between the seats. He turned and watched me crawl back, and when I got back there, I could tell he was staring. I asked him if he was staring at my ass, and he said he absolutely was. I told him to come join me. He crawled awkwardly into the back seat, and leaned against the driver side door.

This time, I had more room to work with. I slid his pants down just enough. Then I pulled him out of the hole in his boxers. I told him he needs to enjoy this, but he also needs to keep an eye out in case anyone gets too close.

I was on my hands and knees on the seat, he was sitting up resting against the door, and I slowly slid down all the way. I didn’t really have access to everything with my hands, usually I play with his balls a little, so I just kept the focus on my mouth.

After a few minutes of slowly increasing the pace, he told me there was a car coming. I freaked out and looked up, only for the car to keep driving. We both had a laugh, and I told him that he needs to only tell me if a car parks somewhere near us, or if a security guard drives by us. He nodded, and I went back down, starting over.

Even though I couldn’t stroke him very well with the awkward angles and the fact that his boner was poking through his boxers, I still could twist my head on the tip, and by alternating those with the steady pace of sliding down his shaft, he started pulsing pretty quickly.

Knowing that’s his sign, I slid all the way down and started sucking as hard as I could, and he finally let out a really loud moan and came. I kept sucking lightly until I knew he was done, and then I sat up. He was out of breath and he smiled at me, and he thanked me. I told him never to thank me. He can thank me if I cover a shift or if I buy him a coffee, but he can’t thank me for this.

I told him we should get moving, and I crawled into the passenger’s seat. He slapped my ass on the way up, and I let out a yelp and turned around and gave him the old lady finger, pointing at him. He told me he couldn’t help himself, that he never gets to touch me. I took a mental note of that and smiled.

He crawled up to the driver’s seat and drove me back to my car. The lot was empty, just my car at this point. I jumped out without saying a word, waved, and hopped in. He drove off, and then I drove home.

At home, I took a shower. Once I got out, I threw my robe on and poured a glass of wine. I was planning on reading a book, so I grabbed my kindle and went to bed. I had left my phone in there, so I checked it and saw I had a few Tinder messages to reply to. I replied to the first two, conversations were going well with them, and then I got to the last one and a guy that I had been talking to for a few weeks named Brandon had asked me if I wanted to come over and watch a movie.

On one hand, I was looking forward to my night now that I was ready for it. I had already poured my wine and hadn’t even touched it, but on the other hand, this guy seemed fun and it was still early enough. I told him I’d come over, but I was going to be dressed like a slob. I quickly got dressed in yoga pants and a hoodie, and grabbed my keys.

As I was straightening up my hair, I grabbed some mouthwash and swished it around, then tapped his address and went out to the car.

His place wasn’t too terribly far. It took me about 20 minutes to get there. I walked up the stairs and knocked, he opened, and I went inside. I looked around, he obviously lived with multiple guys. I asked him where his roommates were and he told me they’re both sleeping over at their girlfriend’s houses so he had the place to himself tonight.

He asked me if I wanted a beer and I took him up on it. We sat on his couch and chatted for maybe a half hour and then we decided we’d watch a movie. We watched The Lost City, which I thought was hilarious. We laughed a lot and had a good time. At one point, he put his arm around me and slid really close. He put his hand on my leg.

As the movie was getting close to being over, I had also put my hand on his leg, and I started lightly moving my hand around, just sort of fidgeting a little bit, but I kept creeping a little closer. I could feel just the very tip of his cock through his sweatpants and I rubbed my hand up and down his leg, pushing just a little harder against him each time. I slid my hand up onto his full length, looked at him and asked if this was okay.

He eagerly nodded and told me absolutely. I leaned in and we started making out for a few minutes, swirling our tongues together. He reached up my sweatshirt while I played with him through his sweatpants. I pushed him back gently and asked him if we could take off his sweats. He smiled and leaned back, and I helped him slide them down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I immediately slid down, taking him all the way into my mouth. He let out a loud breath and relaxed a bit. We had talked over Tinder about tests, and he had sent me his test results, so I felt good about this. There was a loud scene in the movie and he jumped from it, which made us both laugh and he told me we should probably pause the movie. The remote was on the coffee table, so I reached over and grabbed it and handed it to him.

I thought this was a good time to adjust, so I slid down onto the floor and got on my knees between his legs. He had no issue with this, and leaned his head back onto the couch. I slowly took him in again, playing with his balls with one of my hands while I used the other to stroke him as I sucked.

It wasn’t but just a few minutes later and he told me he was going to cum and asked where I wanted him to cum. I didn’t respond, I just sucked harder. He warned me again, he made it through “I’m about,” before he started cumming. I kept sucking and let go with my hand. He pulsed a few more times and I leaned back, smiling. I pulled all the way off, still holding him with one hand, just slowly and gently stroking him to end things.

He opened his eyes and we made eye contact. I smiled and he made a grunting noise and came again, this time I wasn’t expecting it and it got on my sweatshirt. I said something like “ooh I got you again,” and he just shook his head, out of breath and mouthed “oh my god” a few times.

I kept slowly stroking him a bit, just getting everything out, and finally he begged me to stop. I stopped for a moment and then stroked him again, and I asked if he was sure, and he said yes.

I let go, stood up and then sat next to him on the couch again. He pulled his sweats on, and told me it was the best blowjob he’s ever gotten. I smiled and told him I loved the compliment and that I enjoyed it too. I told him it was getting late and that I wanted to finish the movie, so he hit play and we watched the final 15 minutes.

I yawned about a thousand times. After the movie was over, I walked my half drank beer over to the sink and dumped the rest. I told him I needed to go, and he thanked me for coming over, then he thanked me for the bj. I thought it was funny, I gave a small chuckle before telling him “no, thank you,” and winked.

We gave each other a hug. We didn’t discuss seeing each other again, because we had talked about that over Tinder. We both knew what we were in for was a one-time thing.

I got home and was absolutely exhausted. I had planned on using my toy, but I was just too tired. I woke up in the morning and used it though.

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I met the guy from the gym before work

I stayed up late after getting home from Avatar 2 with the kids. They went off to bed and I had a handful of texts to return to Caleb, the guy I had met at the gym earlier that morning before I met up with Alex. He and I chatted a bit about what we were looking for, and it became pretty clear that he and I were looking for two different things.

Caleb was interested in finding love. He had been in a few medium term relationships of 6 months to 3 years, but nothing ever “stuck” for him. He was nearly my age, no kids, and lived alone in a small house actually really close to work. I made it clear that I’m not really in a “dating” phase because I just got out of a long term relationship.

He continued the conversation anyway, saying it’s always nice to make friends. We ended up staying up pretty late texting. I had even opened up a little, hinting that I’m experimenting sexually and enjoying that part. He told me he has been through that phase for too long, but he understands how fun it can be.

The next morning, I had already gotten a text from him, just wishing me a good morning. I replied, packed the kids lunches and took them to school. I came back home and started getting myself ready to go to the gym before work, so I packed everything up for both and hopped in the shower.

When I got out, I had another text from him saying that he hoped he wasn’t being too forward, but that if I ever wanted to just come over for some light fun, no strings attached, that I should. He worked from home and I could come over anytime.

He’s a pretty good looking guy. I’m not sure why he hasn’t had much success with long-term relationships because he was great at carrying on a conversation, at least via text. He’s not a supermodel or anything, but he’s definitely above average in terms of looks. He’s probably about 6 feet tall, maybe 200 pounds but in a good, athletic way. He probably played high school sports and kept himself in better shape than most 35-40 year olds do.

Since I was fresh out of the shower, I went and laid on my bed and pulled out the clit-sucker-5000. That’s not the real name, just what I call it in my head. I started using it on myself and it felt wonderful. I always feel much better when I am imagining being with someone, and in this case I was imagining being with Caleb.

I started thinking about walking into his house, giving him a blowjob and leaving, not saying a word. I don’t know why this turns me on so much, but it’s what I was thinking about, and it got me off very quickly. I started getting dressed in my gym clothes and thought to myself, “why not?”

I texted him and told him I could come over now, but that we didn’t have much time because I had to go to work. He immediately texted me back that it sounded great and then sent me his address. I changed again – this time into my work clothes, and headed out.

I was a bit nervous when I pulled up in front of his house. I parked in the street and walked up. It was a really cute, small house that was incredibly well maintained, certainly better than most houses in the neighborhood. He opened the door as I was walking up, smiled, and welcomed me inside.

He thanked me for coming over, which I thought was funny because it totally doesn’t sound like something you’d say to a quick hookup, but for something like a party or group dinner. I walked in and looked around. He was obviously working at the desk that looked out the front window, and he had a really great sense of style, and the place was absolutely spotless.

He walked me around, first showing me the living room, then the kitchen, the guest bedroom, and finally ending at his room. He walked in and turned around and said something corny like “this is where the magic happens.” I asked him what kind of magic and he shyly chuckled, telling me he had no idea why he said that because there hasn’t been any magic in here for quite a while.

I pushed him backwards onto the bed. He fell back onto his butt, still sitting upright. I pulled my shirt off, I had left my bra in my purse since I had come over with pretty clear intentions. Already my fantasy had failed, we talked and he gave me the tour, so that was out the window, but it didn’t mean we couldn’t have some good solid fun. His eyes opened wide and I crawled on top of him, straddling over his lap, putting my boobs right at his face.

He reached up and cupped them, squeezing my nipples with his fingers, and then he licked one of them. He circled with his tongue a few times. This turned me on a lot! It didn’t feel pleasurable or anything, but it just really turned me on. I pushed him back onto the bed, so that he was laying flat with his legs dangling off the bed. I could feel him getting hard underneath me. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, but couldn’t get to the zipper. I slid off to the side and unzipped him, then tried pulling down his jeans. He quickly helped and slid them off. I told him I needed his boxers off too, and he quickly obliged.

I reached down with my right hand and started playing with his half-hard cock. He got hard fast in my hand, and then I adjusted myself so I was on my hands and knees, facing him sideways, right on the edge of the bed. He reached up and cupped my left boob, and continued playing with it while I slowly sucked him. I continued slowly while he moaned. I looked up at him and he had his eyes closed, but his hand never moved from my chest.

I started picking up the pace a bit, but the angle wasn’t ideal. I slid off the bed and he quickly opened his eyes wondering what was wrong. I dropped down to my knees between his legs and leaned in, taking him into my mouth, him moaning loudly in the process. I knew I didn’t have a ton of time left, so I started picking up the pace. I slid my mouth up and down, increasing the pace every few seconds. He started moaning loudly and quickly, and suddenly it just became one loud, long moan. He had to be getting close, but he wasn’t twitching or pulsing.

I looked up, still stroking him with my hand, and asked, “are you going to cum for me?” He opened his eyes and looked at me and asked if we could switch things up to sex. I told him I had very little time left and it would probably be best if we finished this way. He told me he would cum faster if we switched it up. I stood up, slid off my jeans and asked if he had any condoms. He already was moving up and rolled over to his nightstand and showed me one in his hand. He tore it open and slid it on, and I asked him how he wanted to do it.

He told me to lay on my back, but I didn’t want that because it would mess up my hair, and we were down to maybe 15 minutes left before I had to be in my car. I laid on my side, put my right leg over to the side and asked him if this would work instead, that I liked it better. He smiled and crawled up and slid in. He commented about how wet I was, and I told him it’s because I loved sucking his dick and that it turned me on.

He started thrusting faster, and I knew I needed to give him some words of encouragement to get this show on the road. I started dirty talking a bit, telling him how great he felt, how much fun I was having, and how I loved sucking his dick. He told me he was getting close, so I kept up the dirty talk. I’m not really much for this, because I don’t really know what else to say besides things like “this feels so good” and stuff like that. Then I asked him where he wants to cum.

He asked me where I wanted him to cum and I told him anywhere he wants except don’t get it in my hair. He asked if he could cum on my tits, and I said yes. Immediately he pulled out, I rolled onto my back and he straddled my stomach and pulled off the condom. He started stroking himself quickly. I asked him if he wanted me to stroke him and he said he needs to finish this way. I laid my head back on his pillow and waited another 30 seconds or so until he let out a loud grunt and his cum squirted onto my chest right in the middle. He kept stroking a little bit and he came a little bit more. I reached up and pushed his hand away, stroking him slowly and he came just a few more drips, but he moaned and almost grunted very loudly.

I stopped stroking him and held him for a few seconds, squeezing him at his base a few more times before letting go. I turned my wrist and saw the time on my watch, I had to leave in 5 minutes.

I smiled at him and said I had fun, but I only had 5 minutes to get myself put together for work. He crawled to the side and I sat up, I put my hand under the cum on my chest and scurried to the bathroom so I could wipe it off with toilet paper. I cleaned off my chest and started walking back, stopped and looked in the mirror to see that my hair wasn’t bad at all. I walked out to the living room and grabbed my bra out of my purse, then came back into his room where he was getting dressed.

As soon as I walked in, he apologized for not telling me he couldn’t cum from a blowjob. I told him it was fine, he should have told me a bit sooner because I was now in a huge rush. He apologized again and I smiled at him again, told him don’t worry I had a ton of fun but now I only had like 2 more minutes. I quickly threw on my underwear and bra, then my pants and shirt. I ran into the bathroom and fluffed my hair around and made sure it was still fine, then I rushed into the living room to grab my purse and jacket. He followed me around, told me we should do this again, and I told him it’s possible. I didn’t know what else to say.

I kissed him on the cheek and headed out to my car. I drove in to work and he texted me on the way, again apologizing. I rushed into work and immediately got reprimanded for being 2 minutes late by the shift leader. I was able to reply a few minutes later, told him not to apologize for anything and that I had fun.

After a bit more awkward texting, he had asked me if I wanted to do it again and I told him it was a one-time thing, which was all I was after. He reluctantly accepted it and we texted for a few more days, but then the texts faded off.

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I needed a Regular Sized Dick After The Most Recent One

So look, I told you that I like pretty much anything as long as it’s not “too big” or “too small”. Well, the handjob I had given the day before, well his was too big. I still had fun, don’t get me wrong. He had a perfect body, we made a game out of edging him for an hour, and I enjoyed it, but I enjoy “regular sized” guys more.

I had the day off and I was planning on picking the kids up from school and bringing them home from their weekend at their dad’s house. When I get lucky like this, I get to do it and they don’t have to go to a friends house while I finish work. I went to the gym and had a really great workout and had a great conversation with a guy while I was there. I gave him my number, and that turned me on a bit.

I went home, showered, and then checked the picture on my phone of the schedule for everyone. Yes, I was stalking Alex again. It’s kind of nice having a “go to guy” whenever I feel like it. He doesn’t put up a fuss anymore and he lets me do what I want. It’s a great arrangement, and he’s told me numerous times that he’s enjoying the spontaneous nature of it. He was working a shift from 11-5 so he likely had a break at 2. It was 1, and I texted him to see if he wanted to meet at this casual food place for lunch, in the same big complex area as where we work. He texted me back that his lunch was indeed at 2.

I finished getting ready and drove over there. I was right on time and sat in my car. When he came walking up about 10 minutes later, I got out and said hello. He gave me a hug, which was funny because it was the first time we had ever hugged, and I am a big hugger. We walked inside, the restrooms are immediately to the left. I grabbed his hand and walked over and pulled a handle. The first one was locked. Then I turned around and pulled the next one, it opened. I pulled his hand and guided him inside then I quickly followed behind and locked the door.

I pushed him against the wall and dropped to my knees. He was in complete shock, he didn’t know my grand plan. I unbuckled his belt, slid down his pants, and then pulled his underwear down. I looked up at him, he was looking down, and I said “shhhh” and put my finger on my lips, and he nodded in agreement.

I immediately took his cock into my mouth, he hadn’t really had time to process anything, and was still completely soft. That changed incredibly quickly as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his head and then sucked him back as hard as I could. At this point, I’ve become pretty experienced with what Alex likes, so I did exactly what I knew would make him cum quickly. I kept a steady pace, putting extra pressure with my tongue on the bottom of his shaft while I slowly increased the pace.

He started moaning as he breathed hard, and I looked up at him and gave him another “shhh.” He closed his eyes and nodded and I went back in. I picked up the pace and used my right hand to grab tightly right in front of my lips. I use my thumb and pointer finger to form a loop, and when I’m all the way out on the tip I grip his whole cock and then as I go deep, it’s just the ring again. He loves this maneuver.

Every so often, I do the head twist, and he started shaking his legs on the third or fourth one. Right after that, his cock started pulsing and I knew he was about to cum. I picked up the pace just slightly, and he let out a loud moan. I sucked him hard, swallowed, and then sucked again. He came a little bit more, and I slowed down my speed to a crawl while he finished his orgasm. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. I smiled at him, he smiled back, and then I stood up.

He started pulling his pants up and tucking in his shirt. I asked if he was okay, and he shook his head with a smile. I opened the door and went over to the small line, he followed right behind me. I don’t think anyone saw anything. He whispered that he only had 10 minutes left, he only got a 30 minute break today and it takes 10 minutes to get back. It was now my turn to order, so I ordered mine and then grabbed him a yogurt that was in the little cooler and handed it to him. I told the clerk to add the yogurt to my bill and told him to eat it on the way back. He told me he’d pay me back and I told him “just go, don’t be late”

I sat there eating my food slowly, I had time to kill, and the guy from the gym, Caleb, had already texted me. I texted him back, finished my food, and then went and got the kids. I was in a great mood so I took them straight to ice cream and then we went and saw Avatar 2, they had been talking about it. Overall, it was an absolutely perfect day.

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Met a guy at a friend’s house and he had the biggest penis I’ve ever seen

Look, let me start with this. I’m not into big dicks. I never have been, and never will be. But I get an absolute ton of messages asking me what the biggest cock I’ve been with is, and this is it. I don’t know what people’s obsession is with big dicks, but for those of you that like reading about them, here you go.

Julie’s invitation to the housewarming party was a welcome way to get back together with old friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Julie and her husband had just bought a new house and had invited over pretty much everyone they knew to show it off. Julie and I go way back, our kids went to preschool together and we maintained contact over all these years.

I arrived at her house to find a pretty large gathering of people, including my old friend Sarah. As we caught up on each other’s lives, Sarah kept asking me about my dating life. I shrugged it off, saying that I was enjoying my freedom as a single person and I had no intentions of jumping back into a relationship, but I did hint that I’m having a little bit of fun for the first time. She laughed and asked about my sex life instead of my dating life, and I told her that was more relevant and gave her a wink. She understood she wasn’t going to get more from me.

That’s when Andrew walked in. Sarah immediately followed him with her eyes, and I couldn’t blame her – he had an infectious smile and an easy charm. And he was incredibly hot. I watched as they flirted with each other throughout the day, feeling a twinge of envy that Sarah was able to get to chat with someone so incredibly attractive, and so effortlessly at that. She is married, but hey, who am I to stop this young, sexy woman’s desires? Her husband is an asshole and I’d be he cheats on her anyway.

A little bit later, Sarah introduced me to Andrew. We hit it off right away, laughing and joking as if we had known each other for years. It’s always funny to insult people you don’t know, but we both seemed to like it. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was encroaching on Sarah’s territory, so I kept my distance and joined in on another conversation.

Later on, Sarah pulled me aside and told me that Andrew had told her I was hot and he wanted to ask me out. I felt conflicted – I didn’t want to come between Sarah and Andrew, and also I wasn’t looking for anything serious, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt towards him.

Sarah reassured me that she was married and said that even with a hot guy like Andrew, she’s not going to cheat. She also said she wanted to live vicariously through me. She told me she heard Andrew had a big dick, and I almost spit out my La Croix because it made me laugh. I told Sarah that I’ve literally never cared about the size of a penis, that it has absolutely nothing to do with anything.

“He’s hot with a nice dick then, what else do you want right now, miss sex life is more relevant right now?” She also nudged me a bit on the dick size, saying that she knows I’m lying and that everyone loves a big dick.

I assured her that I didn’t care what his dick looked like, I have truly not cared what size people are, but agreed that he was indeed very hot. He was wearing a really tight pink polo shirt with jeans, and though he looked incredibly preppy, he looked good. Like, really good. You could see his muscles with incredible definition through his shirt.

Andrew and I exchanged numbers as the open house came to a close. I went home and by the time I had arrived, Andrew had already texted me. He asked me if I might want to go to dinner sometime, and I told him it sounded nice, but warned him that I’m not looking for a relationship right now. He told me he wasn’t either, that he just moved back and wanted to be single and for the first time in a few years he was enjoying the “fun” part of being single. I told him the same thing.

Then he asked me something bold. He asked if I just wanted to come over and fuck. He told me he thought I was hot and he wanted nothing more than to get me naked and have some fun with me.

I thought about it for a minute. This was bold. Was it too bold? I mean if this was Tinder, nobody would think so. But it was a text from someone I had met at a lunch party. And he’s hot. But, I don’t like committing to sex. I’ll commit to giving a blowjob or a handjob, but I don’t really want to commit to sex. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll back out of a bj or a hj if things aren’t right, but this felt too forward.

On the other hand, I was horny. I told him I wasn’t going to be able to commit to sex, but that I could commit to other naked stuff. He sent me his address and said he would be naked when I arrived.

I looked and it was about 15 minutes away. I sent him the devil emoji and said “you’d better be serious.” He liked it and I grabbed my keys.

I nervously drove over to his place. I know the area well, I actually looked at an apartment here when my ex and I first split. They’re full of 1-2 bedroom apartments. I walked up the stairs to his apartment and knocked on his door.

I waited a few seconds and heard footsteps. He opened the door, swung it wide, and he was standing there, wearing nothing but a robe, wide open.

I froze. He had the most perfect body I’ve ever seen in my life. He had like zero percent body fat, he was strong and muscular, but he was toned, not bulky. And he had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Still, to this day as I’m writing this. It was bigger completely limp than most of the hard dicks I’ve seen.

I caught myself staring at this oversized cock and blinked my eyes quickly. I remember asking him “is that thing real?” and he laughed, telling me it was absolutely real. I reached down and grabbed it, looking at it, almost inspecting it for a moment, when he asked if maybe I’d come inside so he could close the door. There wasn’t really a risk of people seeing him because of the way the stairs were, each set of 2 had their own flight of stairs.

I stepped inside and he closed the door. I told him I didn’t actually expect him to be naked, and he told me I said he had better be serious, and he was serious. I was still shocked, not only because I showed up and he was naked, but because of the size. Up to this point, I had never batted an eye at the size. Big, small, whatever. But his was giant. Like, I can’t even express this. Giant.

I didn’t know what to do. I’m so glad I told him I wasn’t going to commit to sex, because at this moment, I had zero desire for that thing to go inside me. I don’t care how gentle he is, that would HURT. So, I told him. I said something like, “that thing is NOT going in my vagina.”

He kind of chuckled and told me that some girls love it, but that he understands. He said most the time, girls want to actually try and then they end up doing something else. I told him I’m not one of those girls, I do not want to try it.

He looked a bit discouraged and closed up the robe. I stepped forward, spreading it back open, and told him I’m sure we can find something else to do. I grabbed his cock and started lightly stroking him a bit while we kissed. I asked him what else he liked to do, and he said he loved getting blowjobs and handjobs, and he loved doing 69.

I laughed and said I don’t know if my jaw can handle that, but said that I’m liking his suggestions. He asked if I wanted to go to his bedroom, and I agreed.

I followed him inside, and he sat on the side of his bed. He wasn’t all the way hard, but he wasn’t soft either. I kneeled on the floor, between his legs and took his cock into my hand. I started stroking and he quickly got hard. I started kissing the side of his cock up and down, and I was ready to try and suck on his cock when I saw a little precum on the tip of his cock and realized that we hadn’t talked about testing and being clean from STD’s and such.

I hadn’t asked yesterday either. But I got the vibe from Rob that he wasn’t into hooking up with women constantly, which wasn’t the read that I got from Andrew. Catching something wasn’t something I wanted, and instead, I asked if he liked fast or slow strokes during a handjob.

He told me the slower the better. That if he could get a handjob that lasted an hour with just slow, sensual strokes, that he would be in heaven. I looked at my watch, and it was only 5pm so I said “hey siri, set a 60 minute timer.”

He smiled and looked at me confused, and I asked if he had a lube or an oil or anything that he liked. He pointed to his night stand, and I leaned over and opened the drawer and he had a small bottle of coconut oil. I opened it up and was about to squeeze it into my hands and he said he thought we were going to have naked time, and he was the only naked one.

I chuckled a bit and didn’t fight. I stood up, slowly took off my shirt and pants and was just down to my bra and panties. I asked if this was good for a handjob, and he told me he didn’t want to sound picky, but he really wanted me to be naked too. I laughed and slid off my underwear, then unclasped my bra and dropped it on the floor. He started stroking himself a bit and I slapped his hand away, telling him that was my job.

I squeezed some oil in my hand, rubbed them together, and got back down to my knees. I slid my hands up and down his cock, and then started stroking a bit. I had to get more oil, which I drizzled directly onto his cock, and some spilled onto his stomach. I rubbed that in with my hand, gathering it up, and started slowly stroking him.

I told him he wasn’t allowed to cum until the timer went off. He asked if I was serious, and I told him I was. He smiled and grabbed a pillow, laying it behind his head and he laid there, watching me.

I was still sort of in shock. This thing was fucking massive. It had a vein on it going from the base on the top, which ran down the right side and then almost underneath, and then the vein disappeared under his head. The vein was like the thickness of a pen at one point.

At first, I started stroking slowly, and we just had a casual conversation. It was funny, because if I hadn’t been stroking his cock, this would have just been a normal one. We talked about where we grew up, we talked about his relationship with his ex and how he had moved to be with her, then moved back, and we talked about my life, kids, my ex. It was a really bizarre way to get to know someone, since, well, we hadn’t really had much of a conversation at all up to this point.

I was trying to keep it slow, and after about 20 minutes, he stopped replying to the conversation nearly entirely and started moaning. This gave me a smile and a small sense of pride, so I stopped as well.

I started speeding up a little bit, and I could tell that he was getting a bit closer, so I slowed down. I increased my grip a bit and went really, really slow from top to bottom. I started by swirling my fingers around his tip and then with both my hands locked together going all the way down, it probably took 30 seconds to go from top to bottom and then another 30 seconds to get back up, that’s how slow I went.

He was moaning like crazy, and we were only 30 minutes in. I had gotten him like 90% there twice and backed way down each time. I asked him if he could keep this up for another 30 minutes and he laughed and said he didn’t think so. I let go almost completely and told him that we needed to let him recharge for a few minutes and he begged me not to stop.

So I went back at it, I had his cock standing straight up while he watched, I liked that I could see his face the whole time. Sometimes he had his eyes closed and was focusing on the feeling, other times he was just watching. I had to hold back a chuckle a few times because the tip of his cock was basically eye level with me.

After another 20 minutes, about 10 minutes away from the goal, I had gotten him so close he told me I needed to slow down about 10 times. I slowed it down again, taking it as slow as I could in order to get him past the hour mark. We were 5 minutes away and I was going as slowly as I possibly could, and I felt him start to pulse.

I knew this was it if I didn’t stop, so I stopped dead in my tracks, not moving at all while he contracted quickly over and over. From my view, I could see his balls rising and falling as fast as his breaths. I didn’t think there was any recovering from this at this point, so I slowly slid my hand the rest of the way to the top and his breathing and moaning picked up incredibly quickly.

I grabbed hard, sliding all the way to the base, and he let out a loud moan, and he came. His cum shot up just a little and hit my right wrist, and then he continued to slowly cum as I increased my pace a little bit. He kept pumping and pulsing, a little bit draining out and down his cock each time, making the strokes even more slippery with each time.

I looked at my watch and it was right at 57 minutes. He was moaning and breathing incredibly hard, and he was watching me. I glanced up and we locked eyes, and he asked if we made it to an hour. I laughed and said he still has to tough it out for another few minutes. He asked if I could do it toward my chest, that it would help for another few minutes, and I pointed him down, setting his cock head on my chest and slowly stroking him while he came just a little more.

The timer went off and I had him turn it off since my hands were coated in oil. He hit the little button on my watch and then I brought my hand back and slowly stroked him again. He had came quite a lot, and he was still all the way hard.

I asked him if he wanted me to stop, and he said no, it feels too good to stop. I kept going slowly, and I circled the tip of his cock on my nipple a few times, but for the most part I left it right on the middle of my chest.

I kept going for another 5 or so minutes incredibly slowly, and he continued to moan a lot. I started speeding up a little bit and he started panting “yes” over and over. I hurried my pace a lot and kept the focus at the top, twisting both hands side to side, until he came again, this time hitting my chest. He didn’t cum nearly as much as he had the first time, but this was still a “normal” amount of cum. I slowed down after this time, eventually getting to a point where I was holding still. His hardness slowly started creeping away, but we sat there for another 5 or so minutes. Every so often I’d give a quick twist and he’d react. It became a fun little game of torture which we both obviously liked.

At this point my legs were absolutely screaming. They hadn’t bothered me up until the point where he was getting close to cumming, and I didn’t want to interrupt the flow of things so I kept still. But that was a while ago, so I stood up and walked over to the bathroom. I used some toilet paper to clean my chest up.

As I was finishing up, he walked in and laughed about how much cum he had on him. He said he doesn’t usually cum that much, but it must be that I had edged him a million times. He asked me if I wanted to get in the shower with him, that he would love to do whatever I wanted to me because he owed me big time for that one and would do literally anything I wanted.

I told him that honestly I was just starving and wanted to go get some food on my way home, and he said that if he could take just a super fast shower we could go get some food together. I thought this was interesting – hooking up first and then going on the date afterward, and I agreed.

I stayed in the bathroom while he started showering. Hey, I had just stared at this perfect naked body for well over an hour, and I honestly wanted to relish every additional second I could. He got in the shower and I watched him rinse off, he had a glass door so I could see him until it fogged up. Once it did, I went into his room and got dressed.

He took a very quick shower, and he was back in his room as I was buttoning my pants up. He dried himself off and then said he was being serious, he would do whatever I wanted, and he walked up to me. I couldn’t resist, I grabbed his cock and started moving my hand a bit toward stroking, and I could feel him getting a bit harder, then I quickly pulled back, and I told him that I seriously needed him to get dressed so we could go eat.

He quickly got dressed while I went into the bathroom and fixed my hair, it wasn’t too bad. We decided we just wanted something quick and easy, so we jumped into my car and went to this burger place that’s right down the street from him. He was right, it was absolutely the best burger I had ever eaten. We talked a lot, again about childhood and stuff, but I was more interested in why he moved out for the girl.

Also, I was curious what she had thought of his massive dick, so I asked him and he said that she didn’t like sex either, but they did it every so often as long as he was very gentle and used a lot of lube. Honestly, I can’t imagine that, it didn’t seem like that would feel good at all. I almost felt bad for the guy.

After we finished eating, I drove him back to his apartment. He asked if I wanted to come in and I declined, I told him that I had fun and got what I wanted. He made me promise. I promised and he left. He sent me a text a bit later talking about how that was exactly what he was fantasizing about with an hour long handjob and he didn’t know how I could make him feel that good.

All in, I enjoyed the absolute hell out of the day. I loved that he answered the door naked, I loved pleasuring him, but most of all, I loved his perfect body. I could have spent the entire day kissing every inch of him. Honestly, his biggest flaw was his huge cock. I couldn’t ever be with someone that big. For me, give me anything that’s not “too big” or “too small” and I’m a happy camper. I’ve also never been one to love the “perfect body” usually either. Rob, my hookup from the night before, totally had your typical “dad bod” with a hairy chest, and I thought he was sexy as hell too. For me, it’s almost all about the confidence and the conversation that attracts me.

Sarah, of course, bugged me for details. I wouldn’t tell her anything, but I did confirm he had a big dick. She wanted more info, but I left it at those two words, “big dick” and she seemed to be annoyed with me.

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Went home with a guy from a Club after a work party

I had the late shift, which was perfect because we were having a little get together at a bar for Steph, who had just celebrated her last shift. I left my car at work and hitched a ride with a few people. I had full intentions of drinking, so my plan was to Uber home afterward.

We got to this place and it was already packed, but some people had gotten there early and decorated a little corner with cheesy dollar store decorations. It was really cute. I didn’t know Steph too incredibly well, but we were always friendly and I wanted to go out tonight anyway, and it was better than going alone. I had a few closer coworker friends with me, which made the night a lot of fun.

Things started dying down a little bit, and my two closer friends asked me to go to a club with them. I hadn’t been dancing in many years, so I thought that sounded like a great idea, and it was nice to have just a girls night.

We got to the club and like the bar, it was packed. We immediately lined up for drinks and a guy in his mid 30’s who was closer to the bar asked us what we wanted. I later found out his name was Guy. I can’t stand that name (sorry to anyone reading named Guy). Not to turn down free drinks, we all yelled our orders to him and he came out with a tray of drinks.

He asked us to come join him, so we followed him up the stairs to this sitting area where he had two other friends sitting on couches across from a small table. He said something like “look what I found,” which was sexist and insulting, but we didn’t care, we got drinks for free.

We stayed for a bit and chatted, they were a lot of fun. The two ladies I’m with are Becca, who’s in her late 20’s, I’m guessing about 28, and Carrie, who’s married and probably 35 with three kids at home. After we had all finished our drinks, one of the other guys, Rob, asked for our order. I told him no thank you, that we were here to dance, but thanks for the first round.

The three of us went downstairs and started dancing. We must have been dancing for 15 minutes when Rob came up to us with a tray full of the same drink order we had earlier. Smart guy. He handed us each a drink and whispered in my ear that they’d love to keep the conversation going when we needed a break from the dance. I told him we might just do that.

We drank and danced for a bit more and Carrie got a text. She had to get back home to help her husband, one of her kids got sick. We begged her to stay, her husband can put a kid back to bed, but she insisted she go. We took this as a cue to head upstairs again and we sat down, this time they had two other guys with them. As soon as Rob saw me, he stood up and offered his spot. It was one single leather chair, but there wasn’t anywhere else to sit, so the two of us squeezed into it. Rob introduced us to the group.

We chatted for a while and the drinks kept flowing. It was awesome not having to pay for a single drink. This has never happened for me before, my ex-husband and I going to a club was very rare, but nobody’s going to buy a drink for someone and their husband. As people stood up, seats would shift around, and at one point I squeezed in between Becca and Rob in a way-too-cramped couch. This made Becca slide over to the guy she was talking to, and then I got to talk to Rob.

Rob was a handsome guy, he was around my age with a little bit of grey hair happening on the side. I asked why he was here and he said he doesn’t usually do clubs, but one of the guys in the group wanted to come out for his birthday and he decided to tag along.

At one point Becca brought me into the conversation with her and her guy and Rob just sort of sat there. She leaned in and whispered to me that she was going to fuck that guy, and I smiled and elbowed her. Rob totally saw, he got a little smirk on his face, but quickly wiped it away as I made eye contact.

Maybe 15 minutes go by and she leans in and asks if I’ll be okay by myself because she wanted to leave with him, but she would stay if I wasn’t comfortable. I told her I’d just take an Uber home in a few minutes, she should go have fun. They held hands and left together.

I waited a few minutes to not be awkward before I told everyone I had to go and Rob said he would walk me out. I thought it was a nice gesture, so we walked out together. I had the Uber app open and was ready to finalize when hey said, “hey, wait.”

I looked up at him and he pressed his body into mine, pinning me up against the bar wall. We kissed for a minute and he asked if I might want to head back to his place instead. I hadn’t really thought of it up until this point. For the first time in days I wasn’t daydreaming all day of hooking up with someone, but in that very moment I said yes without thinking twice.

He pointed and said his car was just a few buildings away on the street, so we walked over there. He drove an Audi, I climbed into the passenger seat and we drove out to his place. We chatted briefly, but mostly it was listening to music.

When we got to his house, he pulled into the garage and we walked in, he lived in an incredibly modern and super clean house. It was in a crazy expensive part of town. I asked if he lived alone and he laughed and told me his wife left him for another man a few years ago and he just hadn’t sold the house yet, but yeah, he lived alone.

He poured a whiskey and asked if I wanted one too. I agreed. We did a cheers and sat down at the table.

He asked why I was single, and I told him how my ex and I just grew apart and split on amicable terms. Then he asked what I wanted to do. I was a bit confused, not really knowing what he meant, and then he explained to me that he doesn’t really bring women home very often so he wasn’t really sure how to ask me to go to his room with him.

I told him he could just ask and gave him a wink, so he asked me if I wanted to see his room. I told him I’d love a house tour. He took me on a tour of the house and we ended up in his room. The place was absolutely huge for one person. I had no idea what he did for work, but I wanted his job.

We ended up in his room and we started kissing a bit. He was a bit more mature, there wasn’t any tongue, but it felt really sensual. I crawled onto his bed and he followed, and we started kissing a bit, feeling each other up and down.

He asked me if I had any condoms, because he didn’t. I thought for a moment how I absolutely should be carrying one around and made a mental note. I told him I didn’t but I had something else in mind. I pulled a hair tie off my wrist and pulled back my hair into a bunch. I crawled over the top of his legs and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid them off his body. He was laying there in his boxers and I started kissing his belly and working my way down.

Once I got on top of his cock, I did a playful bite through the cloth and he gave a silly laugh. I slid them down and he was laying there completely naked except for socks. I made a joke about how I loved what he was wearing and he tried to reach down to take them off but couldn’t because I was pinning down his legs. I pushed him back down and then crawled back a bit, laying down so my face was close to his cock and my legs were hanging a bit off the bed, and grabbed him softly with one hand.

I started kissing one side of his limp cock, from the tip down to the base, then back up the other way. Once I got to the tip I gave it a little lick and then went down and back up again. I pulled my face away a bit and started squeezing just a little while I watched his cock grow from soft to hard. He was mostly hard when I put him back in my mouth and then slowly made my way down.

By the time I reached the base he was as hard as could be. I went up and down a few times, then on the tip I moved my head side to side. I took his cock in my hand again and looked up, and I asked him if he liked it faster or slower. He told me right in between, and I smiled and told him that was the best answer because it was my favorite way to do it.

I slid down a bit faster this time, and then kept the momentum going at a slow and steady pace. Every so often when I got to the tip, I’d put a little more suction and twist my head. He moaned every time I did that, but he panted like crazy when I was moving up and down his shaft, so I could tell he didn’t just like one single thing.

He started getting closer so I picked up the pace just a little bit, and I could tell he was about to cum. Once he started pulsing a bit, I decided to try something new. I pulled my mouth out and grabbed right below the tip of his cock tightly with my finger and thumb, making it so he couldn’t cum for just a few seconds, and then I slid my mouth over him and he burst, making the loudest moan of the night.

I swallowed and slowly slid my mouth down again, sucking slowly and gently for a few motions while he continued to twitch and pulse. He continued his moans, they were identical to the twitches I could feel with my tongue. I stayed still for a moment and he stopped making noise, then I’d slowly move just a little and he’d moan again. I did this a few times while I felt his erection start to slip away, but I kept him in my mouth a little longer than usual. I looked up at him and he had his eyes closed and his arms at his sides, he looked more relaxed than anyone I’ve ever seen in my life.

I gave him a really hard suck on the end of his cock and his eyes burst open and he loudly moaned again and then laughed and told me he just couldn’t handle any more.

I smiled, pulled his cock to the side and kissed it one more time before sat up, pulled the hair tie out of my hair and shook it free. He laid there with a smile on my face, watching me in silence while I grabbed my phone. I popped open Uber and quickly reserved my ride home.

He asked what we should do next, and I told him I had to be on my way. He asked if he could do anything for me, and I said that I enjoyed that just as much as him. I crawled off of him and put my shoes on. He stood up and put his boxers on and offered me a ride home. I told him I was fine, I had called an Uber. He said he would pay for the Uber and I told him it wasn’t necessary.

He grabbed a robe and walked me downstairs. The Uber took a good 10 minutes to get there so I waited inside next to the door. He asked me how much the Uber cost and I said it was like $60. He handed me $60 and said he insisted. Since I had now gotten over my fear of thinking I was a cheap prostitute, I took the money and then the Uber got there (plus, it was actually like $64).

When I got home, I was absolutely exhausted. I brushed my teeth and went right to bed. I realized the next morning that we never exchanged numbers. If I ever felt like it, I could go back to his place I suppose, but for now, he was just another fun night.

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I took an uber to meet a guy for a handjob

Jan 13

I had been talking to Toby for a few days on Tinder. He was incredibly good looking and didn’t have the typical dorky pictures like kissing a fish or being in big groups of people. He was a bit older than most guys I’ve connected with on Tinder too, he was 35 and recently divorced.

He was really open with me, told me he wasn’t looking for a relationship either, and that he was just out there hooking up with people. That was absolutely fine with me, since I’m obviously in the same boat. I appreciated his honesty.

We decided to meet a few hours after I got off work. It was Friday the 13th so I knew that there would be all sorts of themed bars, and that’s not my style at all, but we picked a popular place halfway between us.

When I got there, he was already sitting in a booth, and had a beer in his hand about halfway done. He looked even better than his pictures, which was a surprise. We chatted for a little bit and we decided to go back to his place, so he got us an Uber.

When we got there, he got us both a beer, I’m not a huge fan but I just sipped it a bit. We talked about our divorces and it was nice finding someone that related. The talk shifted toward sex and we talked about our favorite things. I told him mine was actually giving blowjobs and he was in shock. He said that was his favorite thing too, only being on the receiving end. We laughed about it and then I told him that I had a requirement that he be STD free and have a recent test.

He looked sort of shocked, sort of thought I was joking at first. I told him I was serious, that even giving BJ’s was putting myself at risk, and he totally respected it. He told me he had condoms and I said that’s totally great, we can use one.

As we talked more and more, I just didn’t have the urge for sex. I wasn’t turned off or anything, actually quite the opposite. I really wanted to give him a blowjob but I didn’t want to put myself at risk, especially with someone who told me he’s actively hooking up with people.

We started making out. He unhooked my bra under my shirt and I started feeling him through his jeans. I told him he should take those off so I could get better access, and he said the same about my shirt, so we both did. Seeing him naked got me extremely horny. I got back on the couch with him and we started making out again while I played with him, he was hard immediately. I was stroking him slowly while laying sort of on top of him and he seemed to enjoy that quite a lot. He used a ton of tongue during kissing, which I thought was sort of funny given he was a bit older than most of the guys that I’ve kissed recently.

After a few minutes of this, I shifted my weight to sit between his legs. He had one leg shoved under the couch cushion and the other hanging off the couch, and I was sitting on my knees between them. I played with his balls with one hand and stroked him with the other. He just kept his gaze alternating between watching my boobs and my hand. He had a smile on his face the whole time, and he didn’t make a sound.

I started speeding up, doing a little twisting motion on his tip, sort of thinking about how my head would turn giving a blowjob, and that made his hanging leg twitch. I said “oh, you liked that huh?” He replied and told me he loved it and asked me to do it some more.

I kept going fully intending on making him cum. I started speeding up and firmed up my grip a bit, and he finally started moaning. I don’t like the lack of feedback, so this turned me on even more. As he started moaning more and more he closed his eyes for a bit, then when he opened them, he just kept staring at my hands. He said that his condoms were in his room and that we should go in there, and I just smiled and told him it didn’t seem like he wanted me to stop. He said he would and I told him fine, I didn’t want to stop. He smiled and laid his head back on the armrest.

A minute later, he lifted his head and watched as he came. He squirted straight up into the air, and it landed right back on the top of my hand. I tilted it down so it drained onto his cock and I used that as a lube to keep stroking him for a bit. He started to get pretty loud at this point, and I said something like “ooh, there’s his voice” and he just started saying “ahh, ahh, ahh” with heavy breaths.

I slowed down a lot, just slowly stoking him lightly. He asked me to avoid the head, and I put my focus on his shaft, every so often teasing the head. I leaned back onto the other arm rest, and he laid perfectly still, he just said something like “holy shit, that was insane. I didn’t know I liked handjobs so much.”

We stayed like that for another 10 or 15 minutes, just talking a little more, just general conversation. I used my feet every so often to play with his cock, just sort of flopping it from side to side and giving it a small rub, nothing too intense. He didn’t really react to it in any way outside of a few smiles. He had said he would love to return the favor, and I told him I didn’t need that, I had accomplished what I was after.

I told him I should be going, and I grabbed my shirt and bra, put them on while he laid there watching me. He said we should do this again, and I reached down and grabbed him, and I asked if now was a good time. He laughed and said he didn’t have anything left in him, but if I stayed over we could do it again soon. I politely declined and told him that it was fun and we might do it again someday. I went outside and waited for my Uber to arrive. It was a fairly warm night, which was surprising for it being January.

The Uber took a lot longer than I had anticipated, I’m pretty sure he was dropping off a Lyft because it said 2 minutes for like 8 minutes. But eventually he picked me up and he was really trying to pry into what I had done tonight. I just told him I left a friend’s house and he kept hinting at sexual stuff, it was actually really inappropriate for an Uber driver.

I got home and didn’t even brush my teeth. I was so horny for my clit sucker toy that I used to get to orgasm that and then fell asleep. I woke up at like 4am and used it again, then I slept in until after 9, which was probably the first time I’ve done that in years.