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A Guy From Tinder Brought Me a Salad at Work For a Handjob

Feb 7

Mike and I had been chatting a bit on Tinder. It was slow moving, he typically wanted to meet during the week and I just couldn’t make that work with having the kids.

I was at work and he texted me to see if I wanted to meet up today. I told him I couldn’t, that I had the kids. He asked about right now, and I told him I was at work. He then asked me when my lunch was followed by a goofy emoji, and I told him it was at 3, but I only had a half hour and I was starving.

Funny enough, I was the one who did the part you’d assume was him. I told him if he brings me a salad for lunch, I’d totally give him a handjob in the car.

I don’t know why, but I thought he knew I was joking. But he immediately asked where we should meet at 3. I thought about it for a bit before deciding whatever let’s do this. So I told him.

3:00 rolled around and he drove right up to the front. I recognized him from the profile pictures and jumped in the passenger seat. His car was clean, which was a good sign. It was incredibly awkward to talk to someone for the first time in their car while driving.

Almost immediately, he told me that he didn’t actually expect the handjob, that he was joking around. I told him I was at first, but a quick car handjob might be fun. He laughed and told me he wouldn’t object to that, but to seriously know that he wouldn’t hold anything against me if I didn’t actually want to.

We pulled up to a spot not too far away facing a creek. There was only 3 spots here and we were at the end one, and there was a little path to the left of the leftmost car. The odds of us being seen here were very small, which I certainly noted.

I had been eating on the drive over, which was only a few minutes. So when we arrived, I was only halfway done. I asked him to tell me a bunch about himself so that I could quickly eat while he talked. The salad was fine, it was from a chain that rhymes with Mamera, so you can’t go wrong.

When I finished up, I shifted in my seat to face him. I hadn’t had a chance to really look at him much since I was facing forward and shoveling food in my face. I looked at my watch and I still had 20 minutes.

I interrupted him mid-story and said, “I’ve got 20 minutes. I’d love to hear your story but if you want a quick handy, we’d better get to it.”

He stumbled for a moment and again reiterated that I didn’t have to. I told him I know I don’t have to, but I wanted to, that I’ve never done anything like this and it seemed like a rush. He smiled and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slid them down and I reached in with my right hand and grabbed his cock.

He was mostly limp still, so I gave him a few good strokes and he seemed super nervous. I told him that if he didn’t actually want to do this, that we didn’t have to. It was fun to grab lunch on a quick drive and we can do this some other time.

He looked sort of ashamed for a moment, and I asked him what was going on. He told me that he can’t cum unless we use either lube or oil. I didn’t have anything on me, and I was about to say that when he pulled out a small bottle of oil from the pocket in his door and asked if we could use this.

I laughed and I asked him if he gets a lot of car handjobs to have oil just sitting in here and he sort of embarrassingly said that he just brought it, in case I actually was serious.

I leaned in really close to his ear and I said, “well, lucky for you, I am serious today.” I grabbed the oil and put some on my hand and then rubbed it on his cock. After a few small strokes, he was as stiff as a board.

Knowing this had to be a quicker one, I just went right to it. I stroked at a medium pace, taking a few pauses to twist at the top. He moaned a lot when I did that, so I started doing that nearly every time back up to the top. I kept that rhythm for a few minutes, and then he asked me if I could speed up.

I smiled at him and told him of course. I sped up, skipping the part that I thought he liked the best, and picked up even more speed as he got closer. It was just a few minutes later, probably 6-7 minutes total that I could really start to feel his cock start to pulse, and I realized that neither of us had thought about his cum.

He started grunting, so I quickly switched hands and finished stroking with my left hand, while I caught his cum in my right. As he squirted out, I stroked him, catching all but a few drops. It started draining down the back of my hand, so I reached into the salad bag and grabbed my semi-dirty napkin and wiped my hand off.

Mike had his eyes closed and was out of breath. He was panting while I was cleaning my hand up. He opened his eyes and thanked me, telling me that was amazing. I told him it was fun, that I enjoyed sneaking away in the middle of my workday to do this, and that he may have triggered something new for me.

I handed him the other napkin and he wiped himself off and cleaned up the little bit that was on his seat. He had leather seats, so it wasn’t a big deal.

He drove me back to the store and I hopped out and walked inside and clocked back in. It’s fun to talk to a coworker this soon after fooling around with someone, them not knowing what transpired just minutes ago.

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Got called Some Nasty names During a Hookup

February 3rd

I got inside from my quick chat with Becca and said, “Shit!” I didn’t want anyone knowing about my hookups, but I guess it was going to happen eventually with someone at some point. I guess it makes sense that it was my neighbor seeing a guy sneak into my apartment. Oh well. I had to work early today so I quickly showered, and went in to work.

I had no plans tonight and Becca had texted me asking when I wanted to drink that wine. I ignored it a bit, knowing she’d pry a little and I tried to find other plans. I had a few Tinder possibilities and I explored those through the day, but ultimately I ended up not liking the guys that I was talking to. I had asked a few of the girls at work if they were going out tonight and I got a bunch of various answers on why they couldn’t.

My shift finished around 6 and I decided I couldn’t just leave her hanging forever. I texted her that I was headed to the gym but I didn’t have any plans tonight, if she wanted to have some wine after I was done. She immediately replied back that she’d love to.

I had a quick workout because I was starving. I asked Becca if she wanted me to bring her any food because I was stopping. She said that she and Eric had just eaten, but that she didn’t mind if I ate while we drank. I picked up a salad and came home, and she was practically for me. As soon as I walked by, she opened her door and walked the final steps with me.

We went inside, I grabbed some glasses and sat them down, she grabbed them and topped them off. We had a really great conversation. I needed it. Lots of laughs, some almost crying talking about my divorce, and then after a few hours, of course, onto sex. She started poking a bit about the young guy she saw last night, and I finally decided I’d answer her. I didn’t spill everything, but she’s the closest thing I have to a non-judgemental friend right now. Becca and Eric are in their mid 30’s, I’d guess she’s 35 and he’s 38. They’re both incredibly fit, attractive, and fun. They both have great jobs and live in this small apartment because they’re what’s called a “DINK” couple and they like to travel and want to retire young. DINK means Dual Income No Kids.

I decided to tell her the truth. Not all of it. Not nearly all of it. But I didn’t lie about last night. I told her that I was horny and I invited him over. That wasn’t good enough, she wanted all the details. So, somehow our conversation made me tell a bit more truth than I had intended, and I told her that from time to time I invite Alex over or I go over to his place and I suck his dick. That’s all we do.

She was shocked, asked what’s in it for me over and over. I told her that I enjoy it so much that sometimes I actually think it IS for me. We talked about this for a bit, I explained why I love doing this, I love the control and I actually love giving blowjobs more than anything else sexually. She immediately asked, “Alex isn’t the only one you’re doing this with is he? You little cougar.”

She gulped down her last few gulps and then continued talking while refilling our glasses. “I’m not judging you at all. Fucking good for you. I support it. No, I encourage it. If you’re having fun after being cooped up for more than half your life, then I say kudos. You suck every dick in town if you want, I fucking love it! Cheers!”

We clinked our glasses together and took a swig.

She leaned down and quietly asked, “Do you want to give Eric a blowjob for me?”

I kind of stared at her, silent, and smiles crept up on both of our faces. I don’t know if she’s being serious. I don’t know if I would. What’s happening?

She continued, “He’s always asking for blowjobs and I fucking hate giving them. I give him one on his birthday and sometimes on our anniversary, and sometimes he’ll get me wasted and I’ll do it, but I legitimately hate doing it. I only do it for him like the bare minimum until he drives me crazy with it again.”

I didn’t answer, I still just looked at her, trying to read her face. Again, I didn’t know how I’d answer, but I needed to formulate one based on whether or not she’s serious. I mean on one hand Eric is super attractive. I won’t pretend that I don’t check him out when I see him. But on the other hand, Becca is sitting RIGHT HERE.

She busted out laughing. I busted out laughing. I don’t know why we were laughing. Perhaps she “got me” in a joke? Who knows.

Immediately, she said, “Let’s go out. I want to go to a club. Do you want to go out?”

I agreed, and told her that I needed to shower first. She went home and changed while I quickly rinsed off and got dressed. She came back over as I was finishing getting ready and stayed in the dining room until I came out. She grabbed us an Uber and we went to a club that I’d never been to. She had been here a few times with some other friends, so she knew it was a good one.

When we got there, we went up to the bar and ordered our drinks. We stood at a table near the dance floor and immediately two guys came up to us. We chatted for a few minutes and neither of us were interested, so she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the floor.

We danced like crazy. It felt great. I really am not into dancing, but she sure was, and it taught me a thing or two. After a few songs, we decided we needed more drinks. I told her I was only halfway done with my last one and that I’d go grab it. She forbade me from doing that – you never leave a drink unattended in a public place. Noted.

We got some more drinks and went out to the smoker’s deck. I don’t smoke and she doesn’t usually either, but she told me she likes to have a smoke when she drinks sometimes. I’m not one to ruin her fun. So we went out and she bummed a cigarette from a guy and then we sat down. A server came out and took drink orders from everyone, and after she finished her smoke, he offered her another.

He was with another guy, Jacob. I can’t remember the other guy’s name. The four of us chatted quite a lot, I was talking to Jacob and Becca was talking to the other guy for the most part. At some point fairly early in, she mentioned she was married and the other guy started putting his focus on other girls around us, but Jacob and I kept talking.

Jacob was pretty well built. You can tell he worked out a decent amount. He was right around 6 feet tall, light skin, light hair and eyes, with a really nice smile. We continued talking and Becca said she was going to run to the restroom. I stayed out there, chatting longer with Jacob. Very suddenly, it was just the two of us.

After a decent amount of time passed and Becca hadn’t returned, I got concerned. I pulled my phone out and saw that she had texted me. “I abandoned you so you could have a good time with Jacob. You’re welcome. Signed, your wingwoman.”

Clever girl. I smirked a bit and asked Jacob if he wanted to dance. He took me up on it, and we went back inside. After a few songs, he asked me if I wanted to get out of here, and I agreed. He popped open the Uber app and we then went outside and got in the car just a minute later, on the way to his place.

We didn’t really chat much on the way to his place. Luckily it was only a 10 minute ride. When we got there he offered me a beer and I took him up on it. He came back, I was on the couch, and he sat them on the coffee table and sat right next to me. He leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed back, swirling our tongues together. He quickly cupped one of my breasts while we continued kissing, and then he slid his hand up my shirt, unhooked my bra, and moved his hand to the front.

Taking a cue, I slid my shirt and bra off and then laid on top of him, kissing him a bit more. I could feel his erection growing in his pants, and I reached down and gave him a few strokes over the top of his jeans. He started thrusting upward into my hand, and after a few more minutes of heavy petting, I asked him if I could suck his dick. He smiled big and said he’d love that, and asked if that’s all I wanted to do tonight, and I said yes. He said that was totally fine by him, and then I unbuttoned his pants, and tried to slide them off but with my weight on top of him it made things awkward.

I got off of him, and he immediately stood up and dropped his pants and underwear. I got down on my knees in front of him, his already rock hard erection at eye level, and I didn’t hesitate to take him into my mouth. He took off his shirt while I started sucking on him, so he was standing there wearing nothing but socks, and I was wearing my (fake) leather pants.

I should have been tipped off right away, but I let it go in one ear and out the other. He said, “yeah, you like that big dick, don’t you?” Look, I’m not about size. I don’t think I’ve really ever described someone’s size to you guys, so you know that as long as it’s somewhere around normal, I don’t typically comment. He was normal, maybe a little bigger than the average guy I’ve been with. He was not huge. It was nice, nearly the “perfect size” but let’s be clear, it wasn’t so far above average that I’d call it “big”.

So, I just moaned and gave an “mmm hmm,” while I continued sucking on him. After another few minutes, he let a moan out and then said, “Yeah, suck that big dick baby. Get that big dick.”

Again, I just sort of continued, thinking “if this is what he needs, all good with me.” He started moaning a bit and I started feeling good, I really enjoyed making him feel this way.

Then, he said the first thing that really should have tipped me off, but I had been drinking and I was so in the moment that I just sort of ignored it. He said, “yeah you like being slutty don’t you baby. Suck my big dick. Fucking suck it.”

I picked up the pace, reading his body’s reactions and started sucking a bit harder. He was silent except for moans, so I got really into it, really enjoying how I was making him feel. Then, out of nowhere he said, “Yeah, suck that big dick you fucking slut.”

In the moment, I sort of didn’t register it. It was one thing to say I was being slutty, but another to just flat out call me a slut. I kept going, hoping that he wouldn’t say it again. Then, he said a few more things. He said things like, “yeah, you like this big dick don’t you, you fucking slut,” and “yeah suck that fucking big dick. You like my big dick filling your slut mouth don’t you, you fucking slut?”

At this point, I had enough of the language. I stopped, looked up at him, and said I didn’t like being disrespected and we are going to stop right now if he doesn’t shut the fuck up. I was almost ready to walk away, but thought maybe he just got carried away in the moment. He had been a complete gentleman all night, this was extremely out of character. He apologized and said he wouldn’t say another word. I was still holding his cock in one hand, very slowly stroking him, and he told me that he watches a lot of porn and he sees them talking like this and thought I’d like it. I told him that he needs to shut up, the only thing I want to hear from him are his moans. He agreed.

I slid him into my mouth again, and I thought to myself that I should just end this now, I should punish him for this, but he immediately started throbbing, within seconds. He was going to cum. I didn’t want to swallow. He didn’t deserve it, so I pulled my mouth off of him and he squirted at me, directly on my chest. He grabbed his cock and stroked some more while he finished squirting it on my chest.

I stood up and went into the bathroom and wiped my chest off with toilet paper and washed my hands. He came in a few seconds later, completely naked (I had a chuckle because he took off his socks) and apologized. He said again that he watches a lot of porn and in the porn he watches, they’re always talking like that and since I just wanted to give him head that he thought I’d like being talked to like that. I walked past him and into the living room, grabbed my bra and put it on. I told him he should never, ever talk to anyone like that, unless they talk about it first.

He agreed, and apologized some more as I was putting my shirt on. He asked if there was anything he could do to make it up to me, he said that he could probably fuck me in 15 minutes if he went down on me first. I told him it wasn’t necessary and I told him that I just needed to get home, because I had to work early. That was a lie, I just wanted to leave.

He followed me to the door, still completely naked, and asked me for my number so we could do this again. I told him this wouldn’t be happening again, and told him he really needs to watch his language if he expects anyone to stick around. He agreed and apologized again, and I left.

I walked a few blocks before finally opening Uber to take me the rest of the way home. I immediately went to bed.

February 4th

I woke up in the morning to a text from Becca, “Wellllllllllllll, how was that handsome guy last night???? I saw you hadn’t came home before I went to bed at 1am so it must have been good.”

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A quick handy for a college guy

I didn’t have much to do until 1:00 when I was meeting a friend for lunch, and I had already made my way back home from the gym. I was incredibly horny, and I texted Alex before jumping in the shower. I took my time and washed my hair, shaved my legs, and when I got out, Alex had replied. I got super excited, thinking I’d swing by his place before lunch, but he was already at work. He was covering for a coworker. Well, that’s a bummer.

I went into my room and used my vibrator. I hadn’t used that one in a while, I had gotten used to using my clit sucker. I laid down on my bed, put some lube on it, and started by setting it on my clit, nearly motionless for a few minutes. Once that built up, I slid it down a bit, circling it around and then back up to my clit before using it to draw circles around for a bit.

I slowly slid it inside, and very slowly slid it in and out. I used my other hand and started swirling a finger around my clit while the vibrator was inside me, and holy shit, I unlocked a new degree of pleasure. It was then that I thought maybe I could use the clit sucker in tandem, so I grabbed it, used it to suck on my clit for a bit before turning the vibe back on. I slid that inside and I just let it sit there. I had so much pleasure I couldn’t even move. Luckily, the toys did all the work because I was frozen.

I started convulsing and finally pulled both toys away. All I can say is “wow” because it was an intense feeling, and for me to do it by myself was incredibly powerful.

I decided I’d go to the Starbucks just around the corner and sit there to read a book since I was out of coffee creamer.

I got to Starbucks, ordered my latte, and sat down. It wasn’t busy at all until I got into my book. I wasn’t paying any attention at all to my surroundings, when a guy came and asked if he could grab a seat across from me because it had filled up inside. I nodded, not giving him much attention. He sat down, grabbed his laptop and started typing away.

A few minutes later, he asked me what I was reading. Annoyed, I looked up and smiled and told him. He smiled and told me he had read the book a few months ago, and we started talking about it. It was a sequel to another book which I liked a lot more, and we talked about the prior book.

After a few minutes, he told me he needed to go so he could catch the bus to get to school. He had mentioned he went to college. The school actually wasn’t too far from lunch, so I offered to drive him. He was surprised and said he would take me up on it.

So we got in the car, and that’s when we formally introduced ourselves. His name was Ahmed, and I was absolutely blown away by his incredible eyes and smile.

The whole drive over we talked about books, and when we arrived, I pulled into a spot in front of the trees and parked. It was really nice to meet someone that shared my passion for reading, and I could tell he thought the same. He was going to school to get a degree to become a professor, which I thought was incredible. I mostly played along when he was talking about some of the books he likes, because I hadn’t even heard of most of them.

The topic shifted a bit to my likes and I had to admit that I actually like reading more erotica type books. He had a chuckle and I could tell I embarrassed him a little bit, but then he started digging about what I liked about them, and the topic quickly got to the smutty parts of the novels. I told him I like reading the passion and the sense of surprise, because I typically don’t have much of that. Usually my sex lacks a passion and typically things are planned out. Especially when I was married, it was “hey let’s have sex tomorrow.”

He told me he likes reading some of that stuff too, that’s more of the fun stuff between the real novels. He told me he actually likes reading short stories and he showed me a new app called Radish that he reads from. He said he doesn’t look at porn, so reading is basically his porn.

I asked him what his favorite story was, and he said he didn’t have a favorite, but he likes stories of all kinds. I asked him what the most recent one was, and he said it was actually about a couple having sex in a car. We then got to talking about that, I asked him if he’d ever had sex in a car before, and he laughed and said no. I told him I hadn’t either, but I had given a few bj’s in cars.

His face got bright red. This was the first time he stumbled for words, and all he could say was “that’s cool.”

I chuckled lightly, and asked “it’s cool?”

He awkwardly told me that yeah he thought it sounded cool. I told him it’s too bad we’re in such a public place, it would be fairly obvious if I were doing that to him. He was completely frozen and visibly embarrassed. He asked me to tell him about how they happened. I told him one story, about giving a guy a bj in the parking lot. He wanted all of the details, it was hot telling him and seeing him get visibly turned on. He asked me why I did it, and I told him I just like to make guys feel good. He asked me so many questions, and I didn’t spare any detail.

He told me that was so hot, and that he needed to get to class but he needed a minute because he couldn’t really stand up right now. I eyeballed down to his crotch, giving him the “is this why?” look and he nodded. Something about knowing with near certainty that I’m never going to see a guy again gives me an unbelievable level of confidence. I just said, “if you want to be a few minutes late to class, I’m sure I can take care of that for you.”

He mumbled out a wide eyed “really?!” and I told him to slide down his pants.

With the steering wheel and the center console, I couldn’t reach him for a blowjob, but a handjob was quite easy to reach. I just had to lean a bit. He slid his pants down and he was already, like he said, ready to go. I started by twisting my hand a bit around the top of his cock, then slid my way down to the base. I started picking up a little speed, knowing we didn’t have long I didn’t want to tease and delay him long.

He asked me if I would tell him another story about giving someone a blowjob. He asked me to tell him the last time, so I told him about how I had given my coworker a blowjob the other day. He really loved hearing about my blowjob stories. A few students walked in front of the car, they didn’t pay any attention to us, and he freaked out a bit, scared that we were going to get caught.

I told him to calm down, that nobody could tell what was happening, it just looks like we’re sitting in a car. He asked me if I had ever sucked two guys at the same time, and I lied and told him I had. He asked me to tell him about it, so I made something up about how I took turns sucking on them, and how they came at the same time. He asked me where they came, and I said, “in my mouth, of course.” This set him over the edge. He growled and came, squirting onto his pelvis and all over the back of my hand. I squeezed him a bit harder while slowly stroking him. He was out of breath and squirming. He grunted a few more times before opening his eyes again, giving me a “holy shit” with a smile.

He told me he couldn’t believe this happened. He thought he was going to catch the bus today and instead he got a handjob in a car on campus. He told me nobody was going to believe him, and I told him that maybe he should keep it to be our little secret.

He asked me if I had a napkin or a tissue or anything in my car, and I didn’t. I was wearing a sweater so I took it off and used the arm to wipe the cum off of him and then wiped it from my hand. It’s cold outside, but I still had my jacket and I’d be going inside a restaurant soon enough.

I told him he’d better run to class now, and he asked for my number. I told him this was just a one-time thing, that I wasn’t going to do that, and he smiled and shook his head, and said “god damn, this was hot.” He walked away as I backed off and drove to lunch.

I got there a few minutes before she did, so I ran in and used the restroom to wash my hands before lunch.

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I hooked up with a customer

The day before, I had gotten a phone number from a customer named Lewis. Now keep in mind I work at a big box store, so it’s not like a customer is a huge deal or will ruin any sort of reputation. I described him as a sexy lumberjack with dark black hair and a scruffy, unshaven face in the post from the encounter the day before when we met. I had messaged him during work, but he was busy and we arranged for meeting for dinner. I got off my shift early enough to have plenty of time to prepare. I had considered swinging by Alex’s place on the way home and I almost took the turn to his place but then I stayed course to go home since I had already given one guy a BJ this morning (and 5 the night before) and who knew what would happen later tonight, if I played my cards right things could go well (spoiler – things went well) and 3 guys in a day just seemed like too much.

So I went home and grabbed a snack, did a bit of yoga and prepared. I headed to the restaurant and he was standing outside waiting for me. It was at a local place that’s about the equivalent of maybe slightly nicer than an Applebees, but I didn’t want anything nicer. He was dressed nicely for his typical attire, I would imagine. He was wearing jeans and a flannel tucked in, but he had on an old looking wool coat with leather elbow patches.

We were seated fairly quickly. The dinner crowd wasn’t too busy at 8. We had a great conversation about what we’re looking for in relationships. He’s ready to find new love and I’m not. He seemed disappointed but we kept the conversation going. He has been divorced twice. He blamed being a business owner (construction) on the demise of both of his relationships, but he’s getting ready to retire. I told him he didn’t look nearly old enough to retire. He’s 46, and he told me that he worked so many hours and built his company up so well that it’s like he worked two lifetimes. He didn’t think the business would sell to fully retire, but perhaps he could just get a part time job doing something he liked.

When the bill came, he took it and I told him that I’d like to pay for my own half. He refused and paid. We had each just had a drink through the meal, and I really did think we might be parting ways soon, so I decided to throw it out there that I would like to keep the night going. I asked him if he’d be interested in coming back to my apartment to have another drink, or maybe he’d like to show me his place?

He looked sort of shocked. He laughed and told me he liked the straight forward attitude and said he’d love to come to my place. He signed for the bill, we walked out, and I asked if he wanted to follow me or how we should do this. He told me he’d just leave his truck here. We got into my car and I drove us back. It wasn’t too far. We mostly talked about music. He and I both shared a love of classic rock like Tom Petty.

We got back to my apartment and I asked him if he wanted wine. He chuckled and told me he wasn’t much of a wine drinker, so I grabbed him a beer and poured myself some wine. I turned on some music and we sat and talked for a while on the couch.

I was expecting I’d have to make some sort of a move, when out of the blue he set his beer down and leaned in, kissing me. I kissed back, and leaned backward against his weight as he laid slightly on top of me. As we kissed, he slowly slid his hand up and cupped one of my breasts and started humping my leg slightly. I leaned over and set my glass down and then fully laid on the couch. We laid there for a few minutes, him feeling me up and humping me, before I asked if we should go into the bedroom.

He said yes, and we stood up. I grabbed his hand and walked him in. I stopped him at the side of the bed and pushed him back so he was sitting. Then, I slid my arms out of my dress one by one and let my dress fall to the floor. I was wearing a dark pink matching bra and panty set. I took a step forward and started unbuttoning his shirt and he slowly started caressing my ribs down past my hips.

Once I got the last button, I started pulling his shirt back, but since it was tucked in it was a bit of a struggle. He stood up and pulled it out then dropped it on the floor. He had a great body. He had a lot of dark hair and had well defined peck muscles. We kissed again and I started unbuckling his belt, then the button and zipper. I slid his pants down and he stepped out of them, then he reached in and grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me close.

We kissed a bit more (he really likes kissing) and unhooked my bra behind my back. I dropped it to the floor, and then he cupped my breasts with both hands and twisted his finger and thumb on my nipples a few times, which made them super hard. I reached down over his underwear, he was wearing tight black briefs, and he was hard. I slipped my hand inside and gave him a grab, then I used my other hand to start sliding them down.

I started stroking him while we kissed some more. I twisted him around a bit and sat him on the edge of the bed, and then I got down on the floor and started kissing the inside of his legs starting with his knees. I looked up at him, he was watching with a smile, and I put my lips around his cock, without looking away. He moaned and then said something like “it’s been a long time since anyone’s done that.”

I asked him if he wanted me to keep going and he said “hell yeah I do!” I smiled and went back to it. I decided to go slow and sensual, keeping eye contact with him until he closed his eyes, then I closed mine. I worked him up and down for a while and he was grunting a lot, which I quickly found to be his way of moaning. I was only a few minutes in when he asked me if I had any condoms. I really just wanted to finish him, I was into it and enjoying it, so I slid out and stroked him slowly and told him I did, but if he wanted I could keep going like this and finish him off.

He told me he would love to give me pleasure too, so he wanted to fuck me. I smiled and leaned over, grabbing a condom from my nightstand and handed it to him. I slipped off my underwear while he slid it on. He crawled the rest of the way onto the bed and laid down on his back with his head on my pillows. He asked if I’d get on top, and I agreed.

It had been absolutely ages since I’d had sex with me on top. I crawled on top and slid onto him easily. I get really wet when I give a blowjob. I almost had forgotten what to do here, but I just started moving my hips forward and back with a little bit of side to side. He had his eyes wide open, staring at my chest while I did this, and I reached down, grabbing his hands and pulling them up. He gave me a few squeezes and started grunting again before letting out a loud grunt. He came quickly. We were only a few minutes in. He made some more grunting noises and his abs were retracting in and out, he was suddenly very out of breath.

He opened his eyes and smiled, telling me that was incredible. He asked if I came and I told him yes, though I didn’t even come close. He got a huge smile on his face.

I slowly crawled off the top of him and reached down, sliding the condom off of him. I carried it into the bathroom, looking over my shoulder as I walked away to see him watching me leave. I dropped it in the trash and came back, he was holding himself. He told me that was a ton of fun and I said it was too.

I went and sat down next to him, then leaned over and grabbed his cock really lightly. I asked him if he had anything left in him for another round and he laughed and told me he hasn’t had that kind of energy in more than a decade. I laughed and let go of him.

He laid there for another minute or two and then stood up and started getting dressed. We went back into the living room and finished our drinks, chatting a little bit about my kids. He tried a few times to poke a bit about a second date, but I assured him I wasn’t interested in anything serious so he dropped it.

He called a taxi. It was sort of funny, because I’d been Ubering and he told me he was too old school for that. The cab arrived 15 minutes later, we hugged, and he left.

I went into my room immediately and grabbed my vibrator. He hadn’t really done much besides turn me on. He was incredibly attractive and I would have enjoyed finishing him off with a BJ more than the sex, but it was a good turn on. I used the vibrator and had an incredible orgasm, then called it a night.

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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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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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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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Handjob

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.

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Handjob Pussy Lick Sex

My First Sleepover

I had been arranging plans to meet Bradley (not Brad!) for a few days now. We met on Bumble. I actually like Bumble a bit more than Tinder, but we won’t get into that now. I was a bit scared that Alex might stalk me or something after last night, but that never happened, I actually didn’t get any texts from him.

I got off work at 5, went home and showered, shaved, and did my hair. We were meeting at a restaurant that both of us wanted to try but had never been. I took an Uber because I really didn’t want to risk driving buzzed again. Over dinner, we had some really nice conversations. Minus the fact that I called him “Brad” at the beginning and he had to sternly correct me to “Bradley,” we seemed to agree on everything. We had each had a glass of wine before our meal arrived, and then had ordered a second one once the meal came out.

He was in a similar situation to me: he had kids, was divorced, but he was actually looking for a relationship. We had briefly discussed this over text, but I really wanted to make it clear that I’m just in it for one day at a time, and that given I’m only a few months out of a 20+ year relationship, that I am pretty well against any kind of follow on.

He had told me early on in our text conversations that I should probably stick to Tinder for these kinds of meetups, but he wanted to see me anyway, so I think things were pretty clear that we were just in this for the night.

After we finished, he invited me back to his place for dessert. I thought that was a little unique, considering most the time I thought people went back for “drinks”. I agreed. We grabbed an Uber to his place, and we got there I asked what was for dessert. “Me,” he joked, and then got out a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia. Clever, he had asked me what my favorite ice cream was a few days back. Bonus points for sure.

He brought out two spoons and we sat on the couch taking turns shoveling it into our mouths. After some conversation, he sat the mostly eaten tub to the side and crawled up over me and we started kissing. His kisses were more passionate and slow than the previous men I had been with. Bradley was in his mid 30’s, where the others have been a decade younger.

It was at this point that I realized we were absolutely going to be fooling around, and I had just made a post on Reddit the other day about my first hookup cumming in my mouth. The post really scared some reality into me in that I was terrified of catching something from him by giving him a blowjob. I asked him when the last time he had been tested was, under the impression based on my Reddit post that this was a totally normal question, and he chuckled, saying he didn’t really remember, maybe 9 months ago or so.

I shook my head, and he asked if it was okay. I didn’t know what to do because I hadn’t been in this boat before, but he said we could stop if I wasn’t ready. He was being really nice. I smiled and told him everything was great. I took this moment to stand up and slowly unbutton my shirt, staring him in the eyes the whole time. He just sat and watched. I slid down my blouse and then unclamped my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

“I have protection in my room,” he told me, which made me feel good with my nervousness more than likely showing through. I smiled and nodded, and he stood up, grabbed my hand, and then walked me into his room. He opened his drawer, grabbed a condom, and sat it on top, then started taking off his clothes.

He told me he doesn’t do this often, so he’s not really sure what we’re supposed to do, and I told him that I was the same. I unbuttoned my pants and slid everything off, and awkwardly stood there completely naked while he finished getting undressed. He looked up at me and let out a “holy shit” which made me blush and I said “I thought the same thing when I saw you.”

This was a bit of a lie. He didn’t have the absolutely perfect body I’d seen before, but he was still very sexy. He had a hairy chest and stomach, he had a very typical dad-bod and there’s nothing wrong with that. I thought it was kind of funny considering how hairy he was in the fact that he had completely shaven everything around his crotch.

He walked up to me and kissed me again, pressing up against me. His cock was still completely soft, and I reached down and gave it a grab. He slowly pushed his weight against me, knocking me back onto the bed. He immediately got down on his knees and started kissing the inside of my legs, starting with my knees, moving across from knee to knee, then up a little closer, until he arrived up at my pussy (I never know what word to use here. I hate that books use either “folds” or “sex” most of the time. It’s not sex unless you’re having sex!). I think the anticipation felt much better than the actual act of him licking me, but it still felt good.

He went down on me for a little while, mostly focusing slow, long licks between my clit and my hole. He definitely had experience, he knew what to do and it showed. Still, while I was getting licked, I was thinking about what was going to be next. Was he going to fuck me, or was I going to give him a blowjob? I still was nervous about the risks, that Reddit post really freaked me out.

I hadn’t noticed that at some point he must have grabbed the condom, opened it, and put it on while he was going down on me, but he climbed up on me and slowly slid it in. I was mortified. I asked him where the condom was, and he said not to worry, he’s wearing it, and I looked down to see he was telling the truth. I relaxed a bit, and he started thrusting.

It wasn’t but two minutes later that he said he was getting close, and I said I wanted him to cum on my chest. I think the thought of this set him over the edge, because he instantly came in the condom. Watching his face with the grunts almost made me laugh. His face was red and the veins in his neck pronounced. He looked like a guy I have seen doing dead lifts at the gym.

He rolled over onto his back, completely out of breath, and he pulled the condom off and dropped it in the trash, before looking over at me. He told me it was incredible, and I told a little fib and told him I agreed. He stretched his arm out, basically hinting that I should lay on his shoulder, so I took his lead and did so.

He said again how hot it was, and I reached down and grabbed his cock with a very soft grip and started stroking it. I said I agreed, but I didn’t get a chance to do my thing, and he let me play with him by stroking him for a few minutes before he said he couldn’t take it anymore, so I stopped.

It was getting late, and I told him that I had a blast, but I needed to go. He asked me to stay the night. I told him I had to work the next day so I should probably go, and he said he had to be at work around 9, so if I stayed he could drop me wherever I needed. I didn’t need to work until 11, so it wasn’t a terrible idea and I don’t know why, but I agreed. I told him I needed to use the bathroom, and while I was in there I was thinking of excuses to leave, and by the time I came back, he was completely passed out.

I decided that would be a completely asshole thing to do, so I crawled in next to him and fell asleep pretty quickly myself.

I woke up at 6:30, the sun somehow was peering through a crack in the blinds, directly in my eyes. I rolled over and saw that he was completely uncovered, laying out almost like a starfish, completely naked, morning wood in full view. I must have hogged all the blankets. My ex used to always complain about this. 

This gave me a great idea. I slid off the bed and he didn’t budge. I walked around to the foot and as slowly as I could, crept up and slid my mouth over his cock. I slowly started sucking, wondering when he was going to wake up.

It wasn’t even a minute later when he opened his eyes and registered what was happening. I immediately asked him if this was okay, and he enthusiastically agreed. I started sucking a bit faster and with more force, and then the thought of catching something reared in my head, so I leaned back, straddling over the top of his legs, with his cock right near my crotch. 

After I moved, I came back with a bit more motion, and he asked if we could use some lube, since he never does anything dry. I agreed, and he reached up and grabbed a bottle of coconut oil from his side table and handed it to me. I squirted a little in my hands, rubbed them together, and started stroking him again. I started slowly, covering every bit of his shaft. His cock wasn’t quite big enough to stroke with both hands, so I played with his balls a little with my left hand and stroked with my right. 

Soon after, he started moaning very loudly and his cock started pulsing. I could tell he was very close. I grabbed with both hands and started twisting in opposite directions and he almost instantly came. I pointed it up toward his belly button, and his cum started catching in his hair. I kept stroking, slowing my motion, until he was done, and I realized this was my first post-marriage handjob. I had given my ex handjobs here and there, but it was always laying next to him. I hadn’t ever sat there this exposed, and I certainly hadn’t really ever watched everything unfold like this. It was incredibly hot, and it made me want to do it again, and soon. 

He looked down at his stomach and laughed at the mess. I laughed with him. He said he needed to rinse off before we head out, but that I should make us both some coffee if I drank it. I threw on one of his shirts and went out there to figure it out. I made the coffee no problem, and he came walking out wearing his pants but no shirt. He made a joke about how his stomach was clean now and it made me blush a little.

I told him the coffee was about done brewing and I walked over to the living room and grabbed my shirt from the floor. He was watching me and said something about how he wishes I hadn’t been so careful bending over. It took me a second to register that I even had been careful not to just moon him and I chuckled a bit.

We drank our coffee and then I went and got dressed. He told me he had to brush his teeth, and I think it was one last excuse to watch me change, because he didn’t really pay much attention to his teeth.

He asked me where he should drop me off, and I told him where I lived. He kind of looked disappointed and I gave him a questioning look, and he said it was the complete opposite direction of his office. I told him it was fine, I could take an Uber, and he told me it was fine, he could be a little late.

I insisted and called the Uber, he felt bad and tried to hand me some money to cover it. I declined. The Uber arrived and took me home, and I took my own shower and got ready for work.