little fooling around in a dark closet with a hot stranger? None. Just a fun way to pass the time. That was what I figured at least. And based on the hardness of his nipple and the heat rising from his skin, I suspected he felt the same way.
“I’d love to see that.” His voice sounded deeper and a little hoarse.
When I first felt his dick, I wondered for a moment if it was his cock. I’ve held many cocks in my time, so I knew what they felt like. But his was strange. Rougher than usual, like something was on it.
The ribbon explained everything. And it gave me a thrill that I got to unwrap his candy cane.
I moved my hands down and was pleasantly surprised by the size of it. My mouth watered at the thought of trying to fit his huge cock in my mouth.
“Are you in pain? The ribbon is so tight, and you’re big.”
He moaned.
I lowered to my knees and reached out my tongue until I was able to lick away the droplet that had formed on his tip.
“Oh, God.” His hand found my head and slipped his fingers into my messy waves.
I sucked on the tip. His fingers stiffened in my hair, and I knew he was trying to restrain himself—much like what the ribbon was doing to his cock. I kissed his tip how I wanted to kiss his lips. He growled.
It took only a moment, but I unraveled the ribbon, and it fell to the ground. Now I could wrap my lips around his cock and truly taste him.
Him. I didn’t even know the guy’s name. But I kinda liked that.
Somehow, in this room where time stood still, we were strangers who were closer than a lot of couples I knew.
My nose filled with his musky scent and a hint of old dusty cardboard. I had a feeling I’d never see a cardboard box again without thinking of this moment.
I loosened my jaw and pulled as much of him inside as I could.
“Oh God,” he cried out before he pulled me back.
What was happening?
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“Yes. I haven’t had a chance to taste you yet.”
And before I realized what was happening, I felt his sultry breath on my ear. He wasn’t even touching me, and my heart pounded in my throat. He must have moved to his knees, and I hoped he would kiss me.
Which he did, but not how I expected.
“Can I kiss your pussy?”
I think I found my future husband.
That’s how a man should ask to kiss you. The guys I dated were okay at sex, and a few even went down on me, but I found it was like asking them to move a mountain just to lick my clit.
“Yes. Open-mouthed kisses, right?”
I couldn’t see him, but I swear I heard him smirk.
“With so much tongue, I promise.”
“Okay, let me clear a space to lie down.” I turned to feel around on the ground when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“Just bend over. On your knees and elbows.”
I would definitely propose to him by the end of the night. I may not have known his name, but I was going put a ring on him. Sorry ladies, he’s mine.
“Yes, sir.” He couldn’t see, but I saluted him.
Before he could say another word, I had moved onto my elbows with my ass facing him. At least, I hoped it was facing him.
A shiver went up my back as his hand caressed my ass cheek. He moved his palm up and down until he had my skirt lifted. I wished I had worn nothing underneath, but I wore red tights and white cotton panties.
I wanted to be comfortable tonight, not to mention that I really didn’t imagine I’d be eaten out by a hot stranger.
It didn’t seem to deter him as I felt a yank on my tights. He spent a moment taking off my shoes before he pulled my tights and undies off. I made sure to lift my legs to help.
I wasn’t a monster. A lady must always help a gentleman when orgasms are on the line.
A coolness landed between my thighs as my clothes disappeared.
A thought popped into my head. He would lick me between my legs, and I’d never know what he looked like. That idea made me wetter.
I felt something touch the edge of my soaked lip, near my clit. It could be his finger or his tongue. The sensation felt heightened. Just