I was chillin’ on the couch that night, home alone. It had been a minute since anything popped off, but deep down I had this gut feelin’ the whole day that tonight was gonna be different. So I hit the shower and shaved everything real smooth — pussy bald and fresh, ass nice and clean. I was hyped for this lil’ adventure that had been stuck in my head for weeks.
My heart started racin’ when I grabbed my phone and pulled up his contact in the app. We hadn’t hit each other up in a while, so this was the perfect excuse to “catch up.” I typed: “Yo, you down for some coffee?”
Barely a minute later my phone pinged. “Hell yeah, come through to my spot?”
Next thing I know I’m up off the couch, headin’ upstairs to change. I stood in front of the closet tryna decide — tight jeans to show off this fat ass, or a lil’ skirt to tease my legs? I knew dude had a thing for white tops, and since I just got back from vacation with a fresh lil’ tan, white was gonna pop crazy on my skin. I slipped on a red lace bra with the matchin’ thong, threw on a tight white tee, and went with the jeans. Checked myself in the mirror — damn, this ass looked right in these pants. I threw my hair up in a high ponytail and bounced out the door. He only lived two streets over, so I walked.
“Slide through the back, door’s open,” he texted. Few minutes later I’m at his crib. He was lookin’ good as hell in some chinos and a fresh white tee — even finer than I remembered. We used to be coworkers, and I always had a lowkey crush, but nothing ever jumped off.
“Mia!” he shouted with a big ass grin. I got pulled into a fat hug and didn’t wanna let go. When we finally did, he kissed my cheek. “Want that coffee?”
“Facts,” I said and flopped on his couch. I kicked my shoes off and sat cross-legged to get comfy. He sat right next to me and put his hand on my thigh, givin’ it a lil’ squeeze. Sent a shiver straight through me. We were talkin’ regular shit about work and whatever.
His hand stayed on my leg, so I decided to turn it up. I put my hand on top of his and started strokin’ his fingers. He stopped talkin’ mid-sentence. I looked him dead in the eyes, bit my bottom lip and said, “You lookin’ mad fine, Jay.”
He told me, “Damn Mia, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” I blushed and that was the green light. “Kiss me,” I whispered. Before I even finished the sentence he was already leanin’ in. Our lips met and shit got nasty quick — tongues all in each other’s mouths. His hand slid to the back of my neck, then down my back. He hooked his fingers under my bra strap. I grabbed the back of his head like “don’t you dare stop.”
I gently pushed him back against the couch, stood up, and pulled my shirt over my head. Then I climbed on top, straddlin’ him wide. We went back to eatin’ each other’s faces. His hands were all over my tits, squeezin’ ‘em. I unhooked my bra fast and let it drop so my perky little titties were right in his palms. Meanwhile I could feel his dick gettin’ rock hard under my pussy, so I started grindin’ my hips on him, teasin’.
“Take that shirt off too,” I whispered, then gave his ear a lil’ bite. He ripped it off — damn, his abs were lookin’ right. “You wanna do it or you want me to strip you?” he asked with that big dumb grin.
“Whatever you feel like,” I said, all naughty. His hands went straight to my jeans button, popped it open. “Red looks good as fuck on you, Mia,” he said while peelin’ those tight jeans down over my ass. I stood up so he could get the full view. There I was, standin’ in his livin’ room in nothin’ but a thong. He took that as his cue and dropped his pants. His dick was rock hard, printin’ crazy in his boxers, head already pokin’ out the top.
“Take those off too,” I laughed. So now he’s fully naked and I’m damn near. I dropped to my knees, wrapped my hands around that thick shaft, pulled his foreskin back nice and slow. That shiny head came out and I moved in. Before I knew it his hands were on the back of my head playin’ with my ponytail. I opened wide and took him deep in my mouth.
After slobbing on his dick for a few minutes I wanted my turn. I sat on the couch, he spread my legs and pulled my thong to the side. My bald pussy was drippin’. He kissed between my tits and worked his way down with that tongue. Then he started eatin’ me like a pro — lickin’ my lips, suckin’ on my clit while I was moanin’ loud. That thong still rubbin’ between my ass cheeks made it even nastier.
“Even though it looks fire on you, I like you better without it,” he whispered and slid the thong all the way off. I threw my legs over his shoulders while he kept munchin’. Our fingers were locked together.
“I’ve been dreamin’ about this for so long,” I moaned. “Can I fuck you, Mia?” he asked. I answered by pullin’ him up and kissin’ him hard. He got on his knees, dick still standin’ straight up. I slid down a bit on the couch so my ass was right on the edge. He rubbed his dick up and down my wet pussy, teasin’ my clit.
“Come on then,” I told him. He pushed in deep. I put one leg on his shoulder, the other on the floor. While I played with my own tits he started strokin’ in and out, nice and steady. Every thrust had me moanin’. This was exactly what I’d been fantasizin’ about.
Sometimes he’d pull out and slap his dick on my clit just to fuck with me. I loved that shit — got me even hornier. We kept kissin’ while he was deep in me.
After a while I pushed him back. “Sit down,” I said. He sat on the couch and I spread my legs and climbed on top. Now he had the perfect view of my body and I could feel him even deeper. He slid right in and started poundin’ up into me.
It didn’t take long before I felt it comin’. “Mia, I’m finna nut in you,” he groaned. “Yes, do it,” I begged. I felt his warm cum shoot deep inside me. When he pulled out, still half-hard, I quickly licked the last drops off his dick.
“Damn that was good,” he said. “Hell yeah, same!” I replied, face all red with a big grin. He suggested we hop in the shower together. Sounded like a plan.
In the shower we still played around — his finger slidin’ between my lips, me strokin’ his dick a lil’. But we saved the rest for next time.
