u/baltimorebibear

This happened almost fifteen years ago, when I was living in northern Delaware. I was 30 and it was still the heyday of Craigslist Casual Encounters, and while it was rare, sometimes a single guy could strike gold. Gold, in this case, was a traveling nurse on a short contract at one of the hospitals nearby. She replied to an ad that I had posted offering my services as an experienced swinger to couples looking for a third. Her email was pretty terse - no face pictures, just a couple of body shots that showed full DD tits and an amazing ass. I figured there was a decent chance it was fake or she’d flake, but I answered anyway. She replied the same night and we exchanged details. She was 42, half Eritrean, born in Kentucky, ex-military - a fascinating woman. She was married but in an open relationship, and played while she was away, with her husband’s consent. Their big rule was that she had to use condoms for fucking, but otherwise everything was on the table. She was attracted to my lifestyle experience and the fact that I wasn’t looking for any attachments. We traded a few more photos, talked on the phone once to verify she was actually real, and set up dinner.

She walked into the restaurant in tight jeans and a plain black top. The second I saw her I felt that same half-disbelief I’d had looking at the pictures. Dark skin, sharp features, short natural hair, and those heavy breasts pushing against the fabric. She sat down across from me and the chemistry was amazing - eye contact that didn’t break, her knee brushing mine under the table more than once. By the time we finished eating she was texting her husband to let him know she’d be fucking me tonight.

We took separate cars back to my place. The door was barely closed before she pushed me down onto the couch and climbed into my lap, straddling me. She kissed hard and slow, tongue sliding against mine while she ground the seam of her jeans against the growing bulge in mine. I got both hands under her top, unhooked her bra, and filled my palms with the weight of those tits. Soft, heavy, nipples already tight under my thumbs. She kept rolling her hips, never quite giving full pressure, just enough to make my cock throb against the denim. When the teasing became unbearable I whispered in her ear that we should take this upstairs. She kissed me hard and dismounted and I led her to the bedroom.

Once there she stripped without a word. Her body was even better out of the clothes: those DD tits hanging full and heavy, dark nipples, a soft stomach, and that perfect round ass. She dropped to her knees, freed my cock, and took me into her mouth. She worked the head with her tongue first, then sank deeper until her lips met the base and her eyes watered a little. Drool started running down the shaft. I moaned and she took me deeper, gagging softly every few strokes, never pulling off completely until I was fully hard and leaking precum.

I pulled her up and then down onto the bed, spread her thighs, and took in the view. She was already soaked, and I moved down to return the favor. Her pussy was slick and warm against my tongue. I licked slow at first, flat over her clit, then slowly worked one finger and then another into her while my tongue flicked and teased. She tasted clean and slightly sweet. Her hips lifted off the mattress and her fingers tightened in my hair. I kept at it until her thighs started to shake and she came with a low, drawn-out moan, pussy gripping my fingers.

When she recovered she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top. She took my cock in one hand, rubbed the head up and down her wet slit, and just stayed there. Coating me in her juices, dipping the tip in half an inch, then lifting off again, then grinding her clit against the back of my cock. We kissed the whole time - slow, open-mouthed, her tits pressed against my chest. Every time I throbbed she would smile against my mouth and do it again. Just the tip. Then nothing. Then grinding. Just the tip. The head of my cock would catch at her entrance and she’d hover there, both of us breathing hard, before pulling away. It went on long enough that my thighs were shaking and I was leaking precum that mixed with her wetness into a slick mess between us. I told her I needed to be inside her. She just kept teasing, looking down at where we were almost joined, biting her lip.

Finally she reached for a condom, rolled it on, and sank down on me. She rode me slow at first, grinding in circles. Then I flipped her onto her back and fucked her in missionary, deep strokes while she kept kissing me, legs locked around my waist. I pulled out, turned her onto her hands and knees, and took her from behind. That perfect ass rippled every time my hips met it. Her tits swung under her. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I thrust and she came again, cunt squeezing the condom. She pushed me onto my back once more and rode hard, bouncing until her breasts slapped against her chest. I came with her on top, fingers digging into her hips, filling the condom in thick pulses while she kept moving until I was spent.

We didn’t stop. After a short rest she peeled the condom off, cleaned me with her mouth, and we started the teasing all over again - tip sliding through her swollen folds, dipping in, pulling out, more kissing, more grinding. Second condom on. I fucked her missionary again, then doggy, then let her ride until she came one more time and I followed, grinding deep as I finished. She stayed the night, and we fucked one more time in the morning before she left.

A week later she was back. The tension was just as electric as before. We barely made it through dinner. At my place the clothes came off faster. She was already dripping when she climbed on top of me. We did the same long teasing - the head of my cock sliding up and down her cunt, dipping in just enough to feel the heat, then pulling away. She kept looking down again at my cock between her lips, breathing hard, thighs trembling. I could feel how close she was to just dropping onto me. We didn’t talk, no words were said, but our body language communicated everything. She just kept sliding the tip through her wetness, eyes locked on mine now, and I kept shifting, inviting her to slide down raw on my cock. Again. And again. And again.

Then she did it.

She reached down, lined my bare head up with her entrance, and sank all the way down in one slow, wet slide. Nothing between us. She stayed still for a few seconds, just feeling it, then started to move. We fucked like that for a long stretch - her on top first, grinding deep, then missionary with her legs over my shoulders, then doggy with my hand in her hair. Every time I got close she felt it and slowed or changed angle. I finally couldn’t hold it anymore and pulled out, shooting all over her ass and back - a view I’ll never forget.

We slept, and fucked raw again in the morning before she left. She told her husband later that day. He wasn’t happy about it, but he understood things happen in the heat of the moment and forgave her.

We met one more time after that. The sex was still amazing - she still kissed and ground and teased the tip for a long stretch before letting me inside - but the charged, will-we-or-won’t-we edge was gone. Everything stayed wrapped. It never quite reached the same intensity. Soon after she left that last time her contract ended, and she moved on to the next city. I never saw her again.

I still think about the exact second she looked me in the eyes and decided to sit down on my bare cock, and chase that thrill more than I care to admit…