Fuck Buddies and the Beauty of Casual Sex
I feel sore. After a wonderful morning spent shopping I got a phone call. An old fuck buddy was back in town visiting his family. It was a brief phone call.
Me: Hiya
Him: Hey Emma, how are you?
Me: Pretty good. What's happening with you?
Him: I'm back for a week, wondered if you wanted to meet up?
Me: For the usual or just a get together?
Him: Both
Me: I'm shopping at the moment, fancy meeting for lunch?
Him: Sure, where and when
That was it, apart from me telling where and asap for the when.
It was great to see him again too. Our friendship got a bit lost when we both went off on our travels, apart from the very rare email we barely communicated.
Now, the thought of meeting an old fuck buddy was exhilarating. I haven't had any sex now for a while and, being honest, I was desperate for some action.
When we met it was like old times. We can always talk and he was his usual charming self, bringing in some of his old little seduction routines (he's spent ages reading and learning about all the tricks that have come around in the last few years). I saw them a mile off but I was also expecting them. They still work though!
Lunch was a long affair, we just got talking about everything that had been going on in our lives for the past year or so and by the middle of the afternoon (when we'd retired to a bar) I was horny as hell and just came out and asked him if he wanted to come back to my place for a while.
Fortunately he accepted!
No messing either once we got in. I'd told him about some of the stuff I'd bought and he was eager for a little fashion show. He got it. Not that I bothered with too much clothing and just stuck with some of the underwear I'd bought. Some damn sexy knickers which felt good.
When I stood in front of him he just put his hand on my pussy and began to rub me. He uses the palm of his hand and pushes slightly while rubbing. It feels fantastic. His whole hand covering and touching me.
We retired to the bedroom and he let me take his clothes off, slowly, kissing his body, lovely and hard in all the right places. When I got to his cock I remembered why I love sex with this guy. A lovely thick cock, not too long but not short either.
He also has this habit of producing a lot of pre-cum which is fantastic for oral sex. It's like a nice steady stream leaking out, mixing with my saliva and acting as a great lubricant.
I came when he went down on me. We were in a sort of 69, laid out on the bed on our sides, sucking, licking and touching. I was wetter than I'd been in ages.
The fucking was long and loving. We fucked and fucked and fucked. He came twice, once while pounding me, the other time when I rode that glorious cock of his.
Showering together afterwards he wouldn't leave me alone, teasing me and constantly sticking his fingers in my pussy, rubbing my clit. He kept telling me he had to make sure it was clean.
We've agreed to get together again at the weekend. I cannot fucking wait!
