Dating stories blog
We broke our kiss and went inside, hoping that we looked like nothing happened, and he was holding his coat over his pants to hide his erection. When I got back to my room I had to change my wet panties…I started dressing in more revealing clothes, and it was two days later when it finally happened.I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, and when I came out there he was!Sexy Byron in gym shorts and a tee shirt, and I was in sheer nightgown that fell about mid-thigh, with no panties.This time I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him!NOT a peck on the cheek, but an open mouth wet kiss that he returned with enthusiasm and I don’t remember ever feeling better than I did when he wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his muscular body.He asked me if we could go over to my house and I didn’t know what to say because my boyfriend was home but then I got an idea. He grabbed my head and pulled it towards his dick and I started sucking his dick. I was smearing it on my tits and my lips and kissing at the same time.
For several weeks we just talked and shared our mutual struggles. We had stopped talking and recently I had sent him a message and we’ve been chatting off and on since. We sat down on the balcony and talked about nothing for a bit and then I slowly got off my chair and went to sit on his lap. I didn’t have to suck him off to get his dick wet because I was DRIPPING wet! I grabbed it and put it inside me and started riding him. He put his super nice cock inside me and holy shit did he start pounding me like there was no tomorrow. I don’t usually do things like this but I said ‘’fuck it'’ why not? He said he was about to get home which he did 10 minutes after I called him. I started to grinding on him and he started touching and rubbing all over my body.He asked me where I was going but I think he probably knew since I usually don’t leave anywhere at 10 in the morning. Something must have gotten him horny during the day or something.He had a habit of touching me while we talked and it wasn’t long before I was wondering what it would be like to be with him.I had, of course, noticed what a thick bulge he had and knew that it was going to be much more than I ever had before. Not long after that he asked in a conversation if I had ever been with a black man. Shortly after that he got more physical as far as touching me and leaving his hand to linger on my arm, or holding my hand or putting his hand on my back as we walked along. Now, we were not supposed to have much physical contact - house rules - so we had to be careful.