This story was written for Lana, a webcam model. The photo above this story is of her.
I was delighted when Lana agreed to meet me. She was beautiful, 23 years young, with black hair down to her shoulders, and bright blue eyes that she often hid behind sunglasses. Her body? A true hourglass figure with perfectly fitted breasts. We had been friends for a long time, she was a few years younger than me. We regularly went out for dinner or to the cinema together and… we had perfect sex. When we were together, we couldn’t stay away from each other and made sure we were alone as much as possible.
When I found out that a friend of mine and I had both contacted her on an online dating site and that she had gone out with both of us, I kept my mouth shut. Instead of being open about it. When she found out we knew each other, she confronted me and decided it would be best if they took a break for a while. We stayed out of touch for a few weeks because I wanted to give her some space, but after four weeks, she started texting me. Although we started talking again, it would be a few months before we met again.
The first meeting with Lana.
We went to a restaurant near where she worked and we both apologised for all sorts of things – she for not telling me about her boyfriend, me for not telling her when I found out. We both grew softer as time went on. My anger had subsided, and Lana had noticed that the other guy was much less interested in her. We agreed that we would pick it up again, but that we would not be exclusive. So there were no hard feelings. She told me that whenever she thought about me, or when we were together, she found it difficult to control herself when around me. I recognised this feeling. We agreed that for the next few weeks, we would only talk on the app. Nothing physical. Nothing sexual. It only took a few weeks for this to pass.
One night, while my flatmate was out, and I was having dinner, Lana and I were on the app. The mood was good, and my excitement was growing. I mentioned that I had just downloaded a film by Erika Lust and asked if she would like to come over and watch it. I assumed she would say no. To my surprise, she asked what time she should come over. I told her whenever she wanted and she said she would be ready in half an hour.
I tidied up the living room and got out some blankets as it was a colder night and my flatmate was no hero in turning the heating on when he could avoid it. Soon she was at the door and I greeted her with a hug. We walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, and I offered her a glass of wine. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” she said. “I’ll get you a non-alcoholic beer,” I replied with a smile.
She looked down, a little embarrassed, smiled back and said that sounded good. I turned on the TV and went into the kitchen to get some glasses. By the time I had filled them and returned, she was curled up in the corner of the sofa with a blanket over her shoulders. I put the glasses on the table next to the sofa, started the film and sat down opposite her to give her some space and make her feel more comfortable. We were watching a Marvel film, one I had seen before, so we settled in for a couple of hours of jokes and fun under the blanket. Halfway through the film she stretched out her legs and put her feet on my lap, still covered by the blanket.
“When are you going to start the other film?” asked Lana, smiling. I didn’t know if that was a signal, but I took the opportunity and started to rub her feet. She turned on her side and wiggled her toes as I massaged her feet through the fluffy socks she was wearing.
I took them off and rubbed her feet, then her heels, moving a hand along her ankles to her calves. Her eyes fluttered for a moment before she settled down to watch the film. Grabbing the invitation, I slid onto the sofa and sat down with her legs over mine, both covered with blankets, my hands moving further up along her thighs. As I rubbed gently along the underside of her leg, I continued to massage the back of one leg while my other hand slid between her legs. I watched her for a moment, wondering if she might say something, ask me to stop….
I began to rub her jeans.
Slowly I began to rub her jeans, slow strokes along the opening between her legs. This had an effect, her head rolled back and she let out a soft sigh. She rolled onto her back, lifting her legs slightly as I unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them off, still under the covers. My hand returned to her thighs and I stroked gently over her panties. She moaned softly and moved her pelvis back and forth as if she wanted to experience my hand somewhere very specific. I didn’t go there and then. She took my hand and looked at me. “TEASE!” her voice sounded soft. She pushed my hand to where her legs met. The crotch of her panties was soaked.
I left them in place, Lana clamped her legs together and slowly moved her pelvis back and forth. I reached into her top with my other hand and slipped under her bra and stroked her breast, pinching a nipple between my index and middle fingers. Lana spread her legs and took my hand. She pulled the crotch of her panties aside and pushed my fingers between her wet labia. “Then… enter me. Give me two fingers and stroke my clit… ” I had clearly found the right buttons, circling and stroking, and Lana’s soft moans were drowned out by the music and explosions blaring from the sound system. Sensing that she was close to orgasm, I let my fingers penetrate her pussy faster and deeper. Her other hand slipped into her panties and stroked her clit. Her nipples hardened and she moaned louder under my teasing. Everything was bringing her closer to an orgasm. As she arched her back, I placed my lips on hers and kissed her as she gasped into my mouth, silencing her moans as my tongue closed with hers.
Once her orgasm had subsided and her breathing had calmed a little, I pulled her off the covers and sat her upright on the sofa. I took off her glasses and pulled her top over her head; she took off her bra and let the straps slide over her shoulders and down her back. We sat there for a while, the light from the TV illuminating her skin in the otherwise dark living room. I put my hand behind her head, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her mouth to mine. Our tongues wrestled, her breasts pressed against my chest. Her hand went down my trousers. She unzipped my jeans and pulled them down with my briefs. She caressed my sex lovingly. “Go on… I want to feel your cock deep inside my pussy. I want to be one with you again.” At that moment we noticed a very bright light coming from around the corner, through the kitchen windows.
“Shit! My flatmate’s coming home!” I said, perhaps a little too loudly. I broke the embrace, pulled up my trousers, collected Lana’s clothes and hurriedly turned off the TV. Lana grabbed her glasses, her bag and the blanket and we ran around the corner to my room.
As soon as we closed the door, we heard his keys in the front door and the unmistakable creaking of hinges that needed a shot of oil.
We threw our clothes, wallets and glasses on my desk, wrapped ourselves in the blanket in the middle of the room and were relieved to be on our way. But we were not ready to end our evening, she bent down to me, and we kissed, sliding her last piece of clothing, her soaked panties, off her hips. I broke the kiss to take her tits in my hands and squeeze them together, wrapping my lips around one nipple and then the other. With my hands and lips occupied, Lana pushed my trousers and boxers down, my cock shooting up and touching her body. She pulled me close and we enjoyed the moment two lovers have when they are excited and naked against each other or lying down. We kissed slowly, long and tenderly. Our lips and tongues were the expressions of what we wanted. When we did, the blanket slipped off our shoulders, leaving us naked in the cold, dark room.
We stayed there playing for a few minutes until Lana pushed my hands away from her breasts and sat down on the bed. She got down on her knees when I motioned for her to do so. She took her place between my legs and took my hard cock into her mouth. Her tongue caressed my sex from the base. She held my cock there for a few moments, sliding her tongue back and forth and gagging, before pulling me out again and sucking on my head, letting it come out of her mouth for a moment before slowly pulling it back in. She was sucking on me and I was looking into her eyes as one of her hands cupped my balls while the other was between her own legs.
Even though I don’t come easily when I’m being sucked, the situation of fingering her on the sofa, almost getting caught, running naked to my room, making love and playing with each other in the dark, made me feel very close. I wasn’t ready yet, so I put my hands on her shoulders and guided my penis out of her mouth. I pressed Lana gently against her head. “Lie down and spread your legs!” I tried to sound stern. She looked at me and resisted. “Otherwise, I won’t fuck you to heaven!” She laughed and lay down. She spread her arms. I pushed her legs up and sat between them. My hands slid down her body. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipple viciously.
She moaned loudly. “This is your punishment for closing your legs to me…” Lana knew I wanted to take her, she enjoyed it when I was rough, she grabbed my arms and pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs. I hung between them. Her mouth found mine and as we kissed she reached down and pulled my cock into her pussy. We kissed deeply as she guided my sex inside, thrust after thrust as I pushed her into the mattress. “Go on then… show me your rough side. The other one didn’t have it!” I knew what we wanted now. She wanted it hard, rough, maybe with an edge of pain. She demanded that I fuck her deep into her hair, while our kisses ensured that her crying did not alarm my flatmate further down the corridor. I squeezed her breasts, caught her nipples between my fingers and squeezed them together. She moaned. “Go on then… rough dog”
I reluctantly pulled out of our kiss so I could take her deeper. I put her legs over my shoulder and lifted her ass slightly in the air. I looked at her and put my hands on her shoulders. She grabbed my left hand and put it around her slender neck. “Go on then… fuck me… Give it to me!” She held my hand and pressed my fingers together. “Come on… I’m not made of candy. Harder… Deeper. Yaaaa. Squeeze my throat when you come…” I struggled with the last one. I looked into her eyes and she nodded… I rammed my cock hard and fast into her tight wet cunt.
The cunt I had missed so much for several months. I kept my fingers around her neck while I held her wrists down with my other hand and pounded her deep. I felt her swallow, her soft moans of pleasure, her eyes closed and mouth wide open as her cunt contracted more frequently and harder. My orgasm came quickly and was rock hard. After my first spurts of semen, Lana came as well. She squeezed my hand tighter around her neck. She turned red as her sheath milked the last of the cum from my cock. “Jesus, girl! I haven’t come like this in a long time!” I moaned as I released my grip on her neck and lay on top of her. She buried her face in the pillow beside her. I continued to thrust. I knew there was at least a second load of semen waiting to be unloaded. “Please… give me a second orgasm…” she moaned. “I missed your cock, your roughness and your smell.”
Full throttle I continued, knowing I could make the first orgasm spill over into a second. I and we rolled over. I was now spooned up behind her. My hands searched her body. I held her flank and thrust my sex deep into her. “Owww. That’s delicious…” she moaned. “Owww God!” she moaned, her silent plea for me to keep going gave me a boost so I impaled her on one cock as deep as I could and held her tight, letting my hips slam harder against her thighs, ramming my cock into her in a similar fashion each time. “Holy fuck,” she moaned, and the wave we were riding went into another orgasm, her tight cunt gripping me tightly as I rammed my cock into her as hard as I could. How long did we stay like that? No idea. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over our glowing bodies. After a while I felt the tension in my cock ease and knew I was going to slip out of her. As my sex slipped out of her, I felt globs of semen ooze out of her and run down my thigh. We cleaned up a bit and fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of a car starting somewhere in the distance. 09:23 it said on the alarm clock. I stroked the warm naked body of Lana who still seemed to be in deep sleep. When she turned over slightly I was able to kiss her neck and play with her delicious breasts. Slowly her eyes opened. “One more?” was the first thing she said. I smiled as she closed her eyes and nodded enthusiastically in agreement. “Should I get something to eat first?” I asked. “Has your flatmate left yet?” I nodded yes and she took my hand and we walked through the flat together, naked. In the kitchen, I switched on the espresso machine and set the oven to make some sandwiches. Lana wobbled on her knees and came against me. Her eyes went down to my sex. She played with it gently and within moments it was back to warp speed. She put her hands on the edge of the counter and looked at me over her shoulder. “Go on… Take me then!
We have eight minutes before the over is ready.” I pushed her further forward, shoved my cock back inside her, and began to thrust slowly. Lana’s tits swayed back and forth. I reached around her waist and grabbed them. “Careful… they’re sensitive from there.” My other hand went to her hips and they picked up a delicious rhythm. I pulled back and lifted her up onto the counter. I immediately thrust my cock into her and began to thrust again. I lowered my head to suck on her breasts and she must have been more sensitive than she let on because as soon as my lips touched her breast, her body jerked violently. “Oh… my… God…” she moaned as her pussy continued to bounce wildly on my cock, her bottom slapping hard against my thighs.
I watched the clock on the oven count down and just before the last minute arrived, Lana came. She laid her head on my shoulder and pushed my pelvis away. “After breakfast you can come,” she promised.
I was glad for the interruption. My body was exhausted from the earlier efforts and sleeping with two people in a bed that was not meant for it. After breakfast, we showered and enjoyed each other again. At eleven, Lana got dressed. Her shift would start at two o’clock and she still had to change her clothes and make herself up a bit to take away the blush I had given her a bit.
Sadly, that was the last time Lana and I would see each other. We kept in touch, but not long after, she met a man she was in contact with and they have been together ever since. I was happy for her, she deserved someone who treated her well.
A year later, when we spoke on the app, she told me how our love life was going, even with a man who made her happier than before, she still confessed that I was the best she had ever had.