It had been two years since my lover had dropped in on me one Friday afternoon, early in the pandemic for a quick fuck. But then Goose stopped by two weeks ago.
And again last week.
Goose owns a lawn maintenance company and his crews are in my area Mondays, so when I discovered how close he’d be, I invited him to stop by for some lunchtime fun. He didn’t seem to have a problem with that. We’d already been together the Wednesday night before, and we were horny for more.
Monday, June 20th, 2022
Me — walk in like you own the place. Dont ring 💋
Goose — yeah?
Me — if you walk right in and look like your supposed to be here no one will notice. new house anyway so neighbors don’t know us 🔥
Goose — k, I’ll be there about 5 after 12
Me — my dog’ll go nuts, but she does that for everyone. I’ll be there. I work beside the front dorr 😂 [btw, even your Faery Godmother has messy texts]
I’m usually busy in the mornings, so we didn't text too much, but I was getting excited anticipating our date. He’d been pretty hot the first night we met once I got him relaxed, but there wasn’t anything getting in the way of this meet.
Don’t be disappointed in me, but we don’t make our bed. We each sleep in separate blankets, and have different systems of tucking ourselves in, so the bed’s best left unmade. Which is normally fine, but when you plan to have stranger sex, you have to make adjustments.
I took pictures of the bed and bedclothes from both sides and the end. I’m usually still asleep when hub gets up, so my side was easy, but I’d have to make sure his looked the same.
After I took the pictures I removed his pillows and blankets and put them on the laundry basket in the walk-in. I think spread out one of my blankets over the bed, and put my other one on top of that, so we’d have something to cover ourselves with afterward. I also put my two pillows at the top of the bed, so it looked like I was the good wife I aspire to be.
I worked away through the morning but was getting giddy. I swear I’m like a kid, but when I’m going to have sex I smile to myself and think, I’m gonna get laid today!! I’m always happier on days I’m meeting someone. It’s funny, but even after four years with my lover, I wake up with those words on my mind, if we’re meeting.
Goose — on my way
It was noon and I was starting to bounce I was so excited. It was probably nerves too, because while we’d fooled around at his place, surrounded by toys and hockey gear, this was going to be our first bed sex. Sex where I wouldn’t have to worry about my sweaty ass sticking to a leather couch.
A few minutes later I heard the door open, then shut.
“Hi! I’m over here,” I called as I got up to meet him. Our dog was quicker than I and was already jumping around and howling like a goof. She’s such a sweet girl that she can’t help getting excited when someone comes in. She does it for all of us, and not just strangers, and you only need to be gone 20 minutes.
“You look good,” I gave him a quick kiss and grabbed his jean-clad ass, “I’ve laid a towel out for you so you can have a quick shower. How does that sound?”
There’s something about a sweaty workman that’s always turned me on, and Goose wasn’t disappointing.
“It sounds good, it’s a fucking hot one out there today,” Goose was a nice-looking man, already deeply tanned early in the summer. He had decent-sized arms and strong legs.
Ushering him upstairs, the dog still losing her nut, I got him into the bedroom and shut the dog out behind us. She normally sleeps with us, and I love her, but not today, sweetie, I thought as I closed the door, this one’s all mine.
Goose was through the shower in a flash, but I was already naked under the blanket, waiting for him, as I lazily fingered myself.
“I needed that,” he said toweling his hair off, “god you look good.”
Pulling the blanket back he exposed my fun. His cock began to grow, and I was pleased his earlier softness seemed to have been a stress thing. It was all systems go as he crawled in next to me, wrapped me in his arms as he pulled me in, and kissed me deeply.
I love sex. I always have, but for me, to be held and kissed this way is next-level physicality. It’s what I’d been missing. The contact, the touching, the kissing, the caressing. Being lost in a man’s arms. I’d had so little of it, that I craved it.
I crave the attention of a loving man.
One of his hands found its way down to my pussy as we kissed, and I was happy to give him room to play. I was wet, but it was still building when he jumped in bed. He made sure to spread it around as he found my devil’s doorbell (I don’t know why I wanted to write that, but I did).
His fingers danced over my clit as he spread my wetness and I was responding to his touch. This man had soft fingers for the job he did. His skin was exquisite.
Before I could do anything, he was spreading my legs and devouring me. His tongue felt so good. Who was this guy? It was nice not to be fed a cock after a bit of kissing, but instead to just lay back and enjoy myself. He knew how to take care of a lady.
As he was getting me going, I was more and more compelled to get him inside me. I tugged on his hair to get his attention and pulled him to me.
“Fuck me.”
He obliged immediately, climbing my body and chewing my nipples as he passed. I reached down and took his cock, wet it by running it up my slit, and then guided him inside me. He seemed to like that.
It felt good to have him on and inside me again. I held his hip with one and hand-squeezed his bicep with my other, as I stared into his eyes. He wasn’t the most attractive guy I’ve been with, but he turned me on well enough.
His tanned arms against my light skin made a wonderful contrast as he worked to satisfy himself inside me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and asked me to ride him.
Climbing on, I eased him into me and sat on him. Reaching for the headboard, my breasts to sway in his face as I ground my pussy on him. He looked so relaxed under me as I began to lift myself, only to bury him once again.
I love it when they start to squirm and fuck back. I’m not feather-light, so it takes some work to resist me if we're not in sync, but he managed to figure it out. Sometimes pressing, sometimes dropping further, I could tell he was nearing his climax.
I’m not a clock watcher by nature but had to be back online by ten after one at the latest for the afternoon, and it was coming on 12:45. I’d also planned a shower after I orgasmed and had to reorganize the bed, I remember thinking. Working the timeline back, there wasn’t going to be enough time for a position change and the renewed energy that would give his cock.
“Sweetie, do you want me to finish you?” I whispered softly in his ear.
“God, yes, you feel so fucking good. I love how you feel on me.”
“Ok…” I replied as ground myself on him again, before lifting and letting him fuck me while pulling my hips toward him.
His rhythm was growing chaotic as he continued to fuck me. His breath was rapid and forced. His face looked as if he was concentrating on defusing a bomb and only had a few seconds left on the clock.
He was intense.
When I sensed the shift as his release began, I sat down on him hard, with all my weight, smothering his cock with my pussy. I squeezed tight and held him there as his cum jetted deep inside, as I ground myself on him.
When he’d settled, I collapsed into his arms and nuzzled on his chest. It felt so good to feel him inside me as he slowly softened and slipped out.
I kissed him deeply and rolled off.
“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked, reaching for my Magic Wand.
“God no, not at all,” he replied, rolling onto his side.
I was cumming within a minute as my orgasms washed over me. I really wish I could come for them, but I just need a little something extra, and this was it. I’d told him what I do, and what I needed from him while I was doing it and he didn’t leave me hanging.
As I played, he sucked and tugged at my nipples and kissed me as the waves of pleasure crested and washed over me, one after glorious other. I could have let them go on for half-an-hour longer, but I cut them short. I got what I needed.
We kissed one last time and I told him I had to get back to work.
He got up, used the bathroom, and got dressed quickly, though I’m sure he wanted to stay.
“Can you show yourself out? I need to hop in the shower. I got dirty all of a sudden…”
“Sure,” he smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. And with that, we were done.
My anticipation of the morning had turned into a sexy warm glow for the afternoon. And I’m so glad he followed up with a text. It really is the little things guys!
Goose — I had a great time. Dam your hot! Same time next week? 🥵🥳
Me — Haha! I am hot! and so are you! next week can’t cum soon enough! 🔥
That was two weeks before I wrote this. We met a week later as well, but I’ll leave that one for another time!
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