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It’s the quiet unassuming types I’m discovering that have the wildest natures. He was an intern at work, his first day. He didn’t go out of his way to make conversation, but I’d catch him staring at me in an unsettling way. At the end of the day, I asked if he wanted to go for a drink. He was awkward even after a couple whiskey, but I found his rusty talk charming.
As I explained the work hierarchy, I felt his hand under the table sliding up my thigh, my stocking. Fuck, he’s not that shy, I thought. I liked this sudden split in personality. “I want to taste you,” he said. That was it. We left immediately, cabbing back to his place…
He didn’t ask if he could tie me up, he just unrolled my stockings and wrapped my ankles to his bedposts. Who was I to object. He used his ties to bind my wrists. I felt so vulnerable, lying spread eagle on his bed, and the way he looked me up and down still gives me shivers. He didn’t know how to talk, but he sure knew what to do with his body.
With his tongue and fingers, he brought me to the edge of ecstacy for hours. I can still feel his tongue on my clit, circling and sucking, his gentle nibbles as I squirmed and moaned. It was torture of the best kind. His confidence in the bedroom was part of the turn on. Sometimes he would disappear and return… I was always filled with anticipation.
His teasing would go on for hours until my moans became louder. Then he climbed on top and kneeled above my face, his hot stiff cock hanging above. I would stick my tongue out and he would pull back just enough that the tip of my tongue could barely touch his cap. Then he would lower slightly, dip himself in my warm mouth. “I want more… give me more.” He would lower slightly if I begged and pleaded.”
The moment was so intimate. I felt like I knew this stranger for a long time.
Finally he plunged deep in my throat until I gagged. I could tell by the expression on his face that this was his climactic moment. He breathed out the air I was craving, my throat filled with his pulsating cock. I wanted him inside me, between my legs. When I began to choke, he pulled out, slid down to drink my juices. “It’s like an ocean.” he said. “I need you inside me.” “Soon,” he promised. He came up and kissed me, giving me a taste of myself.
He began to untie my ankles, and then my wrists. I felt weak and lay motionless. He flipped my ragdoll body over and yanked my hips upward so that I was on all fours. He was inside me before I had time to think. The heat was overwhelming. His hands on my breasts pulled back and I reached my hands behind, around his neck, my back pressed against his chest. That scene is etched in my mind – the position, the feeling, the sweat of our bodies.
I never saw the intern again – he didn’t show up the next day or ever again. Sometimes I think I dreamt the whole thing. People often say that the best sex is with someone you’ve known a long time, but this stranger hookup was one of the best sexual encounters I’ve ever experienced.
Have you had sex with a stranger? Was it memorable?
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