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Saturday Night Surprise

Saturday night was never meant to be exciting. Vanilla plans fell through, Mr decided to stir the pot, and suddenly he was posting on Fabs for a meet. First choice made plans then cancelled, not a no-show, just a flake.

We disagreed on who to invite next, but my pick won. That is how I ended up heading to a nearby town for a social with Lurch. Six foot six, hollow-faced, like a famine survivor. Regular readers know I lean toward big, beefy guys, but I also crave variety. This was part curiosity, part reassurance. Could I still spot a good fuck outside my usual type?

The Awkward Start

We almost missed each other entirely, doing an awkward loop around the pub until we finally sat down. Vanilla small talk was fine, the usual “how was your journey” dance, but I could feel his discomfort. I needed to know if it was me or the situation.

“Hey, just checking. I am getting zero vibes you are interested. The only thing I care about is feeling your desire. If you want to tell me or show me, great. If not, I am happy to say goodnight.”

His awkwardness doubled, but his words surprised me. He overthinks social situations, worries about saying the wrong thing, but thinks I am much prettier than my pictures. And yes, he would like to come back to mine. My gut said he would switch once the setting was private, so I gave him the address, told him to compliment me, and we left.

Lingerie and the Switch

Back home, he chatted to Mr while I changed. When I walked in wearing black lingerie, he gave a low, breathy “wow.”

On the sofa, his lips were everywhere - neck, cleavage, legs. I love that drawn-out tease, brushing my pussy without committing, making me ache for it. If he had kept going like that, I might have cum untouched.

Mouth to Mouth

He slid my underwear aside and started licking, sucking, tasting. Good, not mind-blowing, but his stamina made up for it. I came with a little help, and he did not stop. He carried on pleasuring me. It moved from feeling like he was doing it with only one goal in mind - my orgasm - to doing it to bring pleasure. Much better.

When I sat up, his cock was rock hard. I had not planned to go down on him, but he had earned it. He was huge. One of the biggest I have had. I started with soft kisses from the base to tip... barely touching him. Then ran my tongue the same route so softly and a third time with more intention. I started slowly working my mouth up and down his cock and his face had the expression of a starved man finally given food. He was impressed at how much I could take in my mouth but I definitely couldn't get down my throat.

Taking Control

He chose when to stop, pushing me down for missionary. Deep, slow, good, but too gentle. I wanted raw, urgent, and he gave it when he flipped me over. On my knees, the pounding was so deep I could barely hold myself up.

The condom snapped. He grabbed another, laid back, and I rode him. His cock was almost as thick as his thighs. I took him in, slow and deliberate.

The Finish

I came again, riding him until he pulled out, wanting to finish on my boobs. The load was huge. The finale, less so. Would I see him again? Possibly. His social skills need work, but behind closed doors, he surprised me.

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