End of summer

I had just come home from my beach vacation, so I was feeling really good about myself. I had a nice tan, and as I stepped out of the shower, I couldn't help but admit I looked good. It had been a while since I'd last been with a woman. I'd spent far too much time talking to a girl I'd met online some time ago, and nothing had come of it. That day, though, the devil on my shoulder started whispering in my ear while I was shaving.

"You should just go over there. Bring a bottle of wine. Find any excuse to see her and just go."

We had been flirting for some time after meeting at her house back in February during a wine evening with mutual friends, but nothing had ever happened. Sure, there had been some late-night texts, a few "hey there" beach pictures during the past week, and plenty of flirting, but that was it. Still, there was something about the sassy way she answered me that drove me crazy. Whenever we met, the air seemed charged with a tension that put me in an almost primal mood. I already knew she was beautiful, but I couldn't stop wondering what else there might be to discover.

Earlier that day, she had posted on Instagram that she was working from home, was a bit bored, and didn't have much to do. What better place to help her relax than in the comfort of her own home? I imagined her as the type who walked around in joggers and a comfortable top when she was alone. Whatever she wore, I knew she'd look good in it. So I grabbed a bottle of champagne from the fridge and called an Uber.

The closer I got, the more nervous I became. My whole body buzzed with anticipation. By the time I arrived, I was already questioning whether showing up unannounced had been a terrible idea.

She looked genuinely surprised when she opened the door. I kissed her lightly on the cheek and handed her the bottle.

"I'm on my last week off before going back to work," I said. "And honestly, I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather spend part of it with."

For a moment she just looked at me, and my heart started pounding.

Shit. Had I completely misread everything?

Then she smiled.

"Hmm. Is that so?" she said. "Well, come in."

The warmth in her voice immediately put me at ease. If anything, she seemed curious. She grabbed two glasses from the kitchen and we settled onto the couch. As I'd expected, she was wearing joggers and a hoodie. After a while she took the hoodie off, revealing a black sports bra underneath. I suddenly found it much harder to concentrate on the conversation.

My eyes slipped more than a few times. Every time they landed on her breasts, I'd force them back up to her face, only to find myself looking again a few minutes later. Whether it was the champagne or not, I could have sworn she didn't mind. Every time it happened, she'd bite her lip slightly, brush her hair back from her neck, or straighten her posture before looking away as if she hadn't noticed at all.

The conversation flowed easily. The champagne helped settle our nerves, and before long we had finished the bottle.

At one point I got up to use the bathroom. The moment I stood, I became aware of the bulge stretching across my jeans. Usually, I'd have tried to hide it, but this time I didn't. Maybe it was the champagne. Maybe it was the way she'd been looking at me all evening. Either way, I wasn't exactly ashamed of it.

Her eyes dropped for just a second before finding mine again, and I could have sworn I heard the faintest little gasp. A blush crept into her cheeks before she quickly looked away.

Trying not to grin like an idiot, I headed for the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, I splashed some water on my face and tried to calm down. That wasn't exactly easy. The champagne, the flirting, and the way she'd been looking at me had left me pretty worked up. My thoughts were racing as I searched for some way to move things beyond friendly conversation.

Thankfully, I didn't have to.

When I returned to the living room, she was already standing.

"I'm really glad you came over," she said softly before kissing me on the cheek.

"Me too," I replied.

Those were the last words either of us said for quite some time.

She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me in a deep embrace, pressing her hips against me. I could feel her body against the bulge in my jeans, and it instantly made me even harder.

In that moment, all rational thought vanished. The careful planning, the attempts to stay cool, the polite restraint—it all fell away. For the first time that evening, I felt certain that whatever was happening between us, we were both equally invested.

I felt a strong urge to kiss her, so I wrapped my arms firmly around her waist and pushed her gently against the wall. One hand crawled up her spine until it reached her neck, while the other slowly explored her stomach before moving higher. I pressed her more firmly against the wall and finally gave in to the temptation of her lips. I kissed her, nibbled softly, teased her upper lip with my tongue, and felt her tongue meet mine.
We stood there for several minutes, kissing, exploring each other's bodies, building trust, and simply enjoying the closeness.
Her beautiful long hair fell down the side of her neck, so I brushed it aside, exposing her skin to me. I kissed her neck, let the tip of my tongue run up toward her earlobe, and felt her shiver as I gently nibbled on it.
I just needed to get that sports bra off, and as I lifted it up, her perfectly shaped breasts bounced free. I couldn't stop myself from reaching for them with both hands, first caressing them, then squeezing them, licking and sucking on her hard nipples as if it were my first time. First the left, then the right, while my other hand stayed busy.
It was like a switch had been flipped. Her whole mood changed. She looked straight into my eyes as she placed a hand over my pants and slowly rubbed my now pulsating bulge a couple of times, almost as if she was measuring it, while running her tongue across her lips.
She twisted out of my grip, and before I knew it, I was the one pressed against the wall.
She unbuttoned my pants and, with a firm hand, pulled out my cock. Taking a step back as if to admire it, she knelt down in front of me and pulled my pants the rest of the way down. She placed my cock between her breasts while casually tying her hair back into a ponytail.
The view was just amazing, and as she took a grip around my cock and started kissing the head and down the entire shaft, I realized I needed to be careful if I wanted to keep my composure.
She looked up into my eyes as she placed the head between her lips and applied a little pressure before pulling back again, going a little deeper each time. Then she licked along the shaft a couple of times before taking all of me into her mouth.
After some minutes I felt like I was about to explode in her mouth and needed a moment to catch my breath, so I pulled her back to her feet, guided her over to the couch, and pushed her down.
As I ripped those joggers off her, and with no underwear either, her newly shaved kitten easily revealed she was dripping wet, and I paused for a second, watching a thick drop slowly run down her thigh.
My entire being needed to taste her, so I kissed her where the drop had reached on her thigh and worked my way up, letting my tongue circle there and enjoying the sweet and slightly salty taste.

As my tongue moved over her and brushed against her clit, she let out a high moan and began pressing her hips toward my face, making it very clear she wanted more. I moved my tongue in slow circles around her clit before teasing it with long, decisive strokes.

She wanted more, so I slid my middle finger inside her, and she gasped for air, grabbing hold of the cushions. Shortly afterward, I added my ring finger. As I continued to lick, I turned my hand and began applying pressure upward against her stomach—not to say "come here," but to say, "Good girl, come for me."

She started breathing heavily, and her thighs began trembling. Her breathing was deep, her shoulders relaxed, and the smile she gave me is still etched into my mind.
This wouldn't be the last time, and she knew it. It had only scratched an itch and given her the confidence to take control.

When the trembling finally stopped, she pushed me away and took a moment to catch her breath.

Then she stood up, had me sit down on the couch, and climbed onto my lap.

"I need your cock inside me," she said.

She lowered herself halfway down my cock, pulled back up, kissed me, and then sank all the way down with a loud moan. Damn, she was tight. She squeezed firmly around me as she moved. Up and down, putting her full weight into every motion.

I was so close to breaking, but I didn't want it to stop. I held onto her hips and fought to hold back the explosive orgasm building inside me. She grew louder. I could see her chest turning red, her face flushed, and her eyes closing as she moved faster and faster, begging me to come inside her.

She started shaking. Her nails dug into my back as she just held on while the wave of her orgasm hit her with full force, and I couldn't hold it any longer.

I grabbed on to her ass and helped lift her through the final waves of her orgasm, and as she screamed my name, I finally let go and my stomach tightened, and I felt the squeeze from my balls as they started pumping. The feeling of release and fire spread through my entire body instantly, filling her with every single drop of me, and my view of her bouncing breasts blurred.

We stayed like this for a while afterward, kissing, with me still inside her. Smaller waves still moved through her body, making her bite my lip and tighten her muscles around my still pulsating cock, as they sent shivers through me.

We've been seeing each other often since then, but the stories from those days will have to wait for another time.