A friend was throwing a BBQ yesterday for the long weekend so a group of us were hanging out in their garden enjoying the sun and supermarket burgers.

It was fun and I knew most people there to one degree or another. One of the other guests was a handsome man in his mid-30s. The last time I met him he had been dating a friend of a friend but now he seemed to be single. We chatted, got on well and both moved on to chat to other people.

When I got home I was rifling through Insta and he sent me a message. I replied and friendly eventually became flirty. I made a comment about the food being good at the BBQ but I would have liked a sausage or two. When he asked what kind of sausage I like, I said pork, chicken or man which kicked things up a notch. He said he didn’t have pork or chicken sausages but he did have something he could bring round.

Half an hour later he was knocking on my door. I let him in and offered a drink. When he asked for water I asked if he would prefer a beer. He said he didn’t actually want a drink at all and stared at me lustfully. We fell into a kiss that was gentle at first but tipped over into becoming more passionate. We fell onto the sofa and his hand started to rub my thigh. I was groping the front of his jeans as our tongues intertwined but we had to break for air. Panting, he pulled my leggings and knickers off. I suddenly felt exposed but he gently opened my legs again and kissed up the inside of my thighs. He teased me, kissing me everywhere except where I wanted it. I was trying to pull his head to where I needed it but he resisted. I squirmed and wriggled until it finally happened. One, long, slow, broad stroke of his tongue from the bottom of my pussy to the top. I gasped loudly and shuddered involuntarily.

He was now going for it with an eagerness that did him credit. He wasn’t eating me out for points, he enjoyed it. When he hit a sweet spot, I told him to keep doing that. He did and my first orgasm danced just beyond my reach. I could only say ‘don’t stop’ as I tried to get there but eventually it happened. I think I was making unsexy grunting noises as I came but it felt so good. His tongue was still working and I never wanted it to stop but it suddenly did. I felt empty which was a sad feeling but his cock was soon pressing against me. This was only going to be a quickie after all.

He pushed in and it was his turn to grunt. He clearly liked the feeling but he wasn’t hanging around to savour it. He was quickly in up to his balls and then sawing back and forth, in and out. His eyes were closed, his face contorted. It felt good for me but it looked like heaven for him and it was clearly good as he soon asked if he could cum inside me. I said yes and with a few quicker strokes he was grunting harder and cumming in my wet, welcoming cunt.

We got ourselves sorted and I saw him out. He was suddenly distant which confirmed he would never message me about anything but sex. Maybe that would be OK sometimes though.