“Do you like being fingered?” I ask, knowing the answer full well.
“I love it,” Exgf wheezes.
“Instead of my fingers, imagine having my cock in you,” I say, planting the idea of what we both know is eventually going to happen.
“I can’t wait,” she says, still keeping her eyes closed.
Like that we were in my car for a few minutes that felt like an intense eternity. To me sex has always been a very private thing and anybody watching me diminishes the experience for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had sex in public places before: a couple of times in the dunes on a beach (not pleasant as sand gets in everywhere), on the stands at a football ground at midnight (those seats were hard), in a portaloo on a building site (disgusting), in the garden of a house on a Greek island after midnight (which was nice) and in the sea. The chances of being seen were small, but the frisson of danger made it exciting.
We don’t speak as I vigorously finger Exgf and she keeps her eyes closed. If she has been celibate for a year then this must feel amazing to her. Good, I need her nice and willing for what I have in store for her. Without any any warning I pull my fingers out of her slippery wet pussy; I don’t want her cumming.
“Lets’ go inside,” I say, nodding my head towards my apartment.
We get to the top of my stairwell at roughly 11pm. She’s walking in front of me when an idea comes to me.
“Stop. Put your hands against the wall,” I say and she complies.
I’m standing two stairs lower than her and she has her back towards me. I push her rumpled skirt up over her backside and with my other hand pull her panties down to around her knees before swiftly sliding my index finger up into her pussy again. Exgf lets out a sound of surprise and spreads her legs, preventing her panties from falling to the ground.
I roll my finger around in her and I hear Exgf muffle a sound as she bites a lip. A second finger goes in and she stifles another sound. If my elderly neighbour stepped out of his front door now he’d have a heart attack. My hand holding her skirt up I lower slightly and separate her butt cheeks with two fingers. I turn my fingers in her around and am now pushing them into her pussy in a horizontal fashion. The bright lighting in the stairwell gives me a good view of her pussy with my fingers moving in it and of her tight little butthole. The butthole that one guy had fucked twice but she didn’t enjoy, or so her diaries confessed.
For about a minute I finger her like this, all the while she keeps leaning against the wall with the palms of her hands, stifling her sounds. We say nothing. Her pussy shows no signs of drying up; she’s totally turned on. Good, now for the final act.
I pull my fingers out of her, she takes a deep breath and I pull her kickers up while dropping her skirt. She’s breathing fast. I’ve got to keep this momentum going; she’ll do anything I want now.
Going inside my apartment I’m filled with all sorts of feelings, often conflicting. Damn, this is exciting but it’s wrong, yet I feel so alive. She could walk out at any second but I actually don’t care. This could turn out badly for me or very well, I have to find out because whatever happens it’ll broaden my horizons.
Earlier in the day I had loaded my stereo with a selection of music that I hoped would be in keeping with the mood should I need to switch it on. I wouldn’t want my neighbours to hear us fucking and I think it’s kind of romantic, creating an ambiance conducive to my plan. I switch it on and Crowded House starts playing, a perfect 60 beats a minute rhythm; a good fucking rhythm.
“Stand right there,” I tell her, pointing to a spot in the centre of my lounge. As Exgf does as she’s told she watches me getting my camera out that I had recharged the battery for earlier in the day. I switch it onto video and position it on the edge of a table so that it captures everything that’s going to happen next.
“What are you doing with that?” she asks with concern in her voice.
“Whatever I want,” I respond, ignoring her obvious misgivings. The less I care, the more power I have.
I step over to her and give her a sweet little kiss, hoping that it calms her nerves. Pulling away I start undressing her. She stands letting me do as I please, obviously uncertain about what to do, but perhaps she’s enjoying this, perhaps this is the sort of thing that she secretly longs for? I’ll keep doing as I please until she offers serious resistance.
Within seconds she’s standing naked before me. So far so good.
“Get on your knees,” I instruct, expecting instant compliance.
“No. You need to be naked too,” she says.
A bit of resistance but not unreasonable. I smile as she steps towards me and starts unbuttoning my shirt and then fiddles with my belt and zipper. Exgf puts her hand inside my jeans at the back, sliding her hands inside my undies and then slowly drops to the ground. With my jeans around my ankles, my cock is near her face. She takes the head of my cock in her mouth, but doesn’t suck on it, merely holds it in her mouth and slowly moves her head from side to side a few times.
Women have this thing about never having sex with a guy while he’s wearing socks. I don’t understand it and it makes me laugh, but I know what’s good for me so I always take them off myself or let my lover do so. My Exgf gets my socks off while I throw my shirt to one side. We’re now both naked and she’s on her knees, fully aware that my camera is filming her, largely in a profile shot.
She takes my cock in her mouth and starts to give me the slowest, most tender blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. It’s like she has been saving up all her cock-sucking skills and energy for this moment and it was time to let it all out. Exgf never admitted to me that she enjoyed sucking on cocks, but now there was no doubt. There is no way that a woman who didn’t enjoy having a cock in her mouth could have sucked on me the way she was. She was savouring this, enjoying this.
After four minutes of sucking on me – I can say this with precision because I’m watching the video as I write this – she stops, looks up at me with playful green eyes, slowly brings a hand up to her mouth, sucks on her middle finger, then drops that hand down between her legs, starts playing with her clit, closes her eyes and resumes sucking my cock. God, that’s hot! That finger lickin’ move while looking me in the eye is such a turn-on.
Half a minute later she brings that hand up to my face, showing me that same finger. I suck it, tasting the glucose in her sweet pussy juices, lubricating that finger some more for her while she keeps slowly sucking on my cock. She then drops her hand back down to her pussy, lets go of my dick, leans back while holding my cock with one hand, looks me in the eye and rubs her pussy, inviting me to watch, which I do.
She plays with herself for half a minute while I watch, before leaning forward, looking up at me, opening her mouth as wide as she can, then slowly swallowing my cock. The speed with her finger on her clit increases and she starts making sounds that resonate through the chambers of my penis; I like that sensation as she grunts in pleasure. My Exgf is enjoying this as much as me, but for very different reasons.
We never did anything like this when we were living together and it puzzles me that things between us had to get to this state before we have this kind of fun together. In the past she would have freaked out if I tried to use a camera during one of our sessions. Such is her desire to win me back that she is swallowing everything in addition to my cock. How long can I take advantage of this for?
For some reason she stops playing with herself, runs her tongue under my shaft and starts licking my balls. I pick the camera up and position it in front of my chest, looking down on her, filming her up close as she licks and kisses around my groin area. She looks up and notices the camera, giving off a little laugh. She seems quite at ease with being filmed like this. I wonder how many other guys have filmed her in action?
She looks into the camera with mischievous eyes before taking the camera out of my hand. Is this how and where it ends? No. She holds the camera next to her face, frequently changing camera angles as she continues to suck away on my cock. She must have done this before because she takes some perfect footage of her sucking one of my testicles into her mouth, while keeping her eyes closed. Yes, she can literally suck balls with her eyes closed and film it.
I take the camera off her and she keeps looking into the lens as she rhythmically sucks away on my cock, moving in time to the music. She closes her eyes and slowly swallows one of my testicles and lets off an approving sound. The other ball gets some tender loving care in her mouth too before her tongue finds its way behind and underneath my ball-sack. Her eyes are still closed as she flicks her tongue about on my perineum, which is an amazing sensation for a man. That soft, sensitive fleshy spot behind the balls on the way to the anus is a zone of pleasure that very few women pay attention to.
My Exgf pulls her head back, looks up at me and the camera, then says, “It’s your turn to suck me.”
“Do you want me to suck you or finger you?” I tease.
To be continued…