(NSFW) Silent Encounters
Back when Craigslist was a thing, you could use just words to describe or find what you were looking for. If there was a connection, the communication often continued over email. Real names were optional and pictures could be curated any way you wanted. It often stayed online, but when it went to real life, a lot of the beating around the bush about wants and preferences had been well communicated.
I arrived at her address, basic ranch style in a dense suburban neighborhood. I parked a few doors away, and hid my wallet, in case this was a setup.
She was right at the door, we didnt say more than 'Hi', did a hug, and then she told me where the bedroom was.
She was like her picture. 30's, mom bod with enough meat on the bones to be fun, dressed in basic slacks and a blouse. Bobbed red hair and a kind, if mischievous smile. I noticed the piles of half folded laundry on the couch as I made my way to her bedroom. She followed closely, let me enter, and closed the door behind me.
She waited outside while I stripped myself of every thread, folding each item, placing them on a pile on top of my shoes by the door. She might remove them from the room. A couple of candles lit the room, and her king sized bed was made. I wasn't to get under any covers, I was to wait face down for an undermined amount of time.
Beyond that, the rules were that there would be no talking, no intercourse, and she would lead and I would follow.
I lifted my head when she entered. Black, sheer, lace bra and panties. Crawling beside me, we kissed slowly, building passion. Her hands were all over me and I made no attempt to direct. I explored her body with my lips and hands. Kissing her neck while my fingers brushed, circled, and gently pinched her nipples she quietly moaned her approval as I helped each beautiful breast over the top of the lace.
Continuing to make out, with two fingers, I gently traced around the hems of her underwear, around the waist, then each thigh, until slowly dragging my fingertips up the center. I made slow circles around her clit while staying beside her and kissing deeply. My hard cock was pressed against her leg, no doubt dripping pre cum.
Her hands continued to have their way with my skin, touching, stroking, squeezing. They went through my hair and I noticed the pressure on top was more of a push, so I made my way down until my lips were around her nipple. I took my time, latching on while she ran her fingers through my hair and slowly writhe d beneath and beside me. My fingers alternated between stroking her vulva and resting over it. She had several quiet climaxes before our time had to end.
She got up, grabbed my pile of clothes and set them on the bed wordlessly, left the room, closing it behind her.
I got dressed and when I exited her room she was in the hall, and guided me from behind to her front door. A silent hug and I was on my way.
In future sessions, she nudged my head lower and I worked her abdomen, thighs, and mound with my lips and tongue. Her panties never came off. I would eat her through the fabric and eventually she'd pull them aside.
She liked to have me on my back with her beside me. She'd kiss me, play with my nipples, stroke my cock, but let go when my hips started to buck. If I tried to stroke it myself, she'd pull my arm away.
Though we had agreed on no intercourse, that didn't mean she didn't make me worry a few times that she was about to break the rule. On top of me, her black silky panties aways on, grinding herself on my bare cock I could feel her lips open over me, the heat, the wetness. She reach down, grab me, and rub the head all over. The eye contact was intense as she silently 'threatened' to put me inside and fuck me.
She delighted in going down on me, edging me, and stopping. I didn't complain or try to steer.
She would often pull a pair of her panties from somewhere, underneath a pillow maybe, and would tease my hungry flesh by rubbing them over all of my sensitive bits. Were the fresh from her dresser or fresh from her body? My imagination fired.
I never knew when she'd let me finish, and that was fine with me. I loved the prolonged fun. One clue or pattern I noticed was that she'd stuff panties into my mouth. It didn't always mean I was going to cum soon, but I never came without my mouth full.
In ten of these encounters, spread over the better part of a year, we never spoke except for the first 'Hi.' I always arrived and left the same way.