I wanted to share a story that happened over the winter break that was one of the hottest experiences in my life. I have been thinking about it again and decided to write it down for you all. Let me know if you enjoy it!

I was visiting a friend from high school, who is now living abroad, for a week during the college break. I had never been to his city before and was therefore looking forward both to seeing him and exploring the place. The second night that I was there, we went to a party in the apartment of one of his friends. It was a pretty causal thing with maybe 25 people, and we were just drinking, chatting, and occasionally doing a round of a drinking game. Eventually, I started chatting with one of the girls there, Emma, who was a coworker of my friend’s friend. She was stunning, with a cute face, wonderful curves in all the right places, and her hair in a messy bun. She was also good conversation, and we ended up pairing up for a round of beer pong. I was having a good time with her and definitely felt that we had a vibe. She ended up having to leave a little earlier, but not before she gave me her number and suggested that we hang out again before I left the country.

I had a free day a couple of days later as my friend had to go to a work event, and so we decided to go to an art museum in the afternoon. It’s something that I’ve always been into, and Emma turned out to be very knowledgeable about the different painters and sculptors. After the museum visit, we ended up casually walking through the city for a little, with her pointing out different streets and shops and other landmarks. I didn’t know the city and wasn’t sure how much time she had to spend with me that day, and so I was happy letting her take the lead.

It was now evening, and at some point Emma suggested that we go to dinner together. I hadn’t expected much from our hangout before then, but once she said that, I started to wonder whether that meant anything. She definitely knew the food scene, and the Italian place we ended up going to had a phenomenal kitchen. For good measure, we emptied half a bottle of red wine as well. The conversation was much more comfortable than it would be on a random date, maybe because it didn’t necessarily feel like one. I liked how she looked in the blue dress that she was wearing, and the conversation became pretty flirty once the started setting in. I knew that I was really into her, but wasn’t sure of what she was looking for, especially as I was going to leave in two days.

We had just paid for the dinner, and not wanting our day together to end already, I offered to walk her back to her apartment. The sun had gone down and the air had chilled, making our breaths visible. We strolled through the streets — side by side, occasionally close enough that our shoulders brushed. She was walking huddled next to me, when suddenly she wrapped her arm through mine without prompting. It gave me a warm feeling; there are few things as nice as having a girl walking through the night at your side and holding on to your arm. During the walk back, Emma continued to point out local spots to me, and I teased her that she was an excellent tour guide. But there was also a thrilling tension in my chest, knowing that we were nearing her apartment, unsure of what she wanted but hoping that there would be more to come.

When we made it back to her apartment, I was still prepared to wish her a good night and to walk back across town to my friend’s place. To be honest, I had had a fun day, and I knew that she was attracted to me as well, but I didn’t want to assume anything about her intentions. We were at the door to her building when Emma turned around to face me. Her dark brown eyes were looking up into mine, and she gave me a smile before blurting out that I could come in and warm up before continuing on. Besides, she added, I could have another glass of wine with her in the meantime. Her question was casual, and I said yes, attempting to not sound too eager.

We climbed a short and narrow flight of stairs to her apartment. Inside, I saw a small living room with a cozy couch, a tidy kitchen, and a hallway leading to her bedroom. It was all very well put together. Emma slipped off her jacket before hanging both hers and mine on the rack. Having done that, she gestured for me to make myself comfortable while she would get the wine. After a moment, she returned with two glasses and a half-opened bottle of red, apologizing that it wouldn’t be as good as the restaurant’s. Somehow, that made me feel even more attracted to her. I offered to pour us the wine while she put on some music on the stereo, and then sat down next to her on the couch, heart beating with excitement. We gave a small cheers, and I inched a little closer to her so that our hips were almost touching.

The mood was nice, and we continued our light chat from before, her making fun of how cold my hands had become on the walk over. The wine was causing a warm feeling to spread through my stomach and was making me a little bolder and more daring. Setting down my glass, I placed my arm around her, and I could feel Emma shift to lean into me. Her figure melted into mine, and although we managed a few more minutes of small talk and jokes about the museum and dinner, the sentences were becoming shorter. Emma was now making direct eye contract with me, and I could see her wetting her lips a little. The mood felt right, and so I brushed a strand of hair out of her face and leaned in.

Our lips brushed against each others’ in a tentative, soft first kiss. I could still taste the tang of red wine on her as we set aside our glasses, her lips pliant against mine. I was conscious of how fast my heart was racing as we started with light pressure, lips barely parted. But as we became more comfortable we became more adventurous, adding a little more pressure, finding and redefining our rhythm. Emma was an incredibly good, and confident, kisser. I felt her bottom lip between mine as I placed my hand at the base of her neck, then upwards to bring my fingers into her hair. I could tell that she liked that, and the pace of her kisses became more passionate, more fervent. The smell of her perfume was infatuating. Sensing her eagerness and wanting more, I moved my tongue forward between her lips, meeting hers. Our kisses deepened, mouths opening, tongues brushing in slow, dancing strokes. A faint moan escaped her as our heads angled a little, and she placed her hand on my chest, then upwards on my neck and the outline of my jaw.

I tased a few kissed down Emma’s neck, then back up to her mouth, nibbling her lower lip and coaxing it between mine again. She responded with a soft sigh, pressing closer until we were nearly chest to chest. My hand drifted down her side, feeling her gentle curves beneath the fabric of her dress and hearing her breath hitch a little. She shifted even closer, pressing her thighs against mine.

After a couple more minutes, she turned and began to straddle my lap. As she did, her blue dress slid higher on her thighs. My hands found her slender waist again, thumbs gently stroking her sides. When she leaned down to continue kissing me, her hair fell around her face, brushing my cheeks. I caught the faint fragrance of her shampoo, which blended with the smell of her sweet perfume. As we continued making out with passionate, deep kisses, Emma started grinding on my lap, small motions that made me feel a surge of arousal. This girl knew what she was doing. I knew that I was getting hard, and was aware that she could feel my erection through my trousers. The thought that she liked what she had found turned me on even more, and taking a small initiative, I let my fingertips graze the hem of her dress, tugging at it just a little. She gave me a silent go-ahead, and I moved up the fabric to grab her ass with my hands as she intensified her slight thrusts. And wow, what an ass she had. I pressed her into me, and she gave a small moan of mixed surprise and pleasure. The warmth of her soft skin was delightful. Infatuated, I moved up further along her dress until I reached her breasts, feeling their full shape the thin fabric. She moved her hand to my chest in turn, unbuttoning the top few buttons of my shirt and sliding her palm inside to rest on me. I was fully hard now, my cock twitching with each thrust of her hips against me. Our kisses grew hungrier, wetter, messier. I decided to press into the small of her back a little, and she bowed into me, her breasts pressing into my chest as I began to kiss her on the side of her neck. From there, I moved up to her earlobes, taking them into my mouth and nibbling on them. She gave a deeper, somewhat louder moan then, angling her neck to let me plant slow, open-mouthed kisses down her sides.

We continued like this for a little while before Emma suddenly stopped. Biting her lip, she asked: “Should we …?” before glancing towards her bedroom. I nodded and she stood, sliding her hand into mine and leading me through the short hallway. Her bedroom was small, with a neatly made bed, a single lamp on the nightstand, and a large mirror leaning against the wall. Emma turned and kissed me again, letting out a small trembling sigh when I grazed my hands down her sides. I lowered my head to kiss her shoulder and her collarbone. That caused her to inhale sharply, and she dug her nails softly into my arms.

I was enchanted by the sexual energy and moved to undo her dress zipper. The fabric peeled away from her stunning frame, resisting briefly at her hips before fluttering to the floor. Beneath it, she wore a bra and panties in a dark shade that contrasted beautifully with her skin. It was an arousing sight, and made me catch my breath. I could see the beautiful curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the panties that clung to her hips. She gave a smile and, tugging at my shirt, said, “Now I want to see you.“ I let her unbutton the rest and let it slide off. Soon after, my pants followed.

I was sitting on Emma’s bed as she lit a few candles to provide for some light as she turned off the main one. Having done that, Emma moved across the room towards me. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me again, now only with fewer barriers between us. The friction of her mound against my hardened cock through our underwear sent a spark of arousal through us both. I wanted nothing more than to fuck this girl. Our mouths locked together again, and she rocked a little, thin fabric doing nothing to hide how wet she was and how stiff I had become. She sucked and bit at my neck, and I grabbed her ass, kneading and spreading it as I directed her thrusts over me, with an occasional smack breaking sound of our intense kissing. She was breathing hard, face flush with pleasure and anticipation as she explored my erection through her panties. We paused to look at each other—her hands pressed against my bare chest, my palms cupping the curve of her ass. Still gazing into my eyes, she let her palm glide down my torso, feeling the ridges of my stomach, stopping just at the waistband of my briefs. Each time she rocked her hips, a lustful ache spread through me. I let my hands wander over her thighs, up her sides, brushing beneath the band of her bra. Emma exhaled a soft moan, urging me to take the hint. My hand rose to her bra clasp, taking just a moment before the cups popped free. Her full, perky breasts spilled forward. She pressed them to me, sighing into my ear, letting out another faint moan as my hands cupped them, thumbs skimming over her hardened nipples.

After another minute of fevered kissing, I grabbed Emma and lifted her up, placing her onto the bed on her back. She reached for a pillow, putting it underneath her head for comfort. The sight of her before me was unbelievable. “Jesus Christ,“ I let out, and she gave a laugh in response: “You like what you see?“ I leaned down to kiss her neck, nibbling gently, and she gasped, hips rolling upward to brush against my underwear. I disengaged and looked into her soft eyes, which were gazing back at me with a hopeful hunger. I knew that she was feeling as turned on as I was. Tilting a little to the left, I placed a soft kiss where her neck met her jawline, the slightest touch of my lips against her skin. She shuddered, and I continued along her neck to the front, my lips grazing against her, sometimes lingering on her skin for a moment before I kissed her again. Her scent was overwhelming. Slowly, I went back up to her neck, teasing her and giving her just the slightest touch with my tongue. When I eventually returned down again, the pressure of my kisses increased, becoming more forceful until I was below her collarbone, just above where the mounds of her breasts began.

There is something so exciting about being in bed with someone for the first time. There is this sense of nervous excitement at being able to explore this new person, learning new things about them through each kiss, not fully knowing where it will go. I wanted to worship Emma’s beautiful naked body. I began with kisses just underneath her breasts, careful not to let her already get what she wanted and to continue teasing her for a moment longer. Taking my time, I moved to the sides of her ribcage, causing her to squirm underneath me. The feeling of her arousal made me even hornier. Coming around again, I started placing kissing along the edges of her breasts, increasing then decreasing and increasing in pressure again. I was now throbbing hard and knew that Emma could feel to full imprint of my cock against her leg. After a few more minutes of teasing, I moved on to her areola, light kisses and tongue swirls that became more forceful again. I placed her hardened nipple in my mouth, feeling it become even more erect as I gave it light suction, then allowed my tongue to flick over it a little. Her reactions told me that Emma was enjoying this. Engaging my hands as well, I rubbed up and down along her sides, running over her other breast as I continued to make out with her nude body. I wanted my mouth to cover every inch of her, and had all the time in the world.

Eventually, my lips started moving down further, grazing her belly button, occasionally reaching the outline of her panties before retreating again. She was twitching below me as I did that, occasionally thrusting forward with her hips. Her breathing was starting to become more and more labored, and was grabbing my hair and messing with it. I looked up at her with a silent question, and she gave a small nod, a parted-lip smile below cheeks tingled pink with anticipation that told me I could continue.

I now moved down to the top of her panties. The sight that greeted me in the candlelight was incomparable. The edges of her swollen vulva were visible against the dark fabric, which was struggling to contain her soft pink lips. I knew that the slightest touch would cause her panties to disengage from the lace and expose her soaked pussy below. There was a wet spot above her opening where her juices had oozed through onto the fabric, and I could feel the heat radiating from her as she contracted beneath me. The scent was wonderful and made me feel such intense lust and desire for her. Seeing how turned on I had made her, how ready she was for me, was almost too much. I wanted nothing more than to taste her cum on my lips. But I knew that I would have to be patient, and I wasn’t going to give her what she craved yet.

Turning my head a little, I gave a rapid succession of forceful kisses up and down her thigh, causing her to shudder. Before switching to her other leg, I briefly stopped above her warm snatch, allowing her to feel the sensation of my breath against her thin wet panties. I kissed her other thigh as passionately as the first, loving how her soft skin felt against my lips and the twitches of her muscles as I was kissing her. She was exhaling shakily, the faintest moan crossing her throat as she attempted not to wriggle too much. The soft lamplight set a warm glow on her thighs, highlighting the goose bumps that my kisses had caused.

Her breathing went up another notch when I finally returned inside her legs, and she whimpered a quiet “Please.“ The outer lips of her pussy, unwilling to be constrained a minute longer, were showing from under the fabric. She shifted her pelvis toward me, a silent, begging request. I was unbelievably turned on in that instant as my head moved towards her warm snatch and started delivering the slightest of kisses through her panties. She let out an audible moan and thrust her hips up at me, almost pleading for me to engage with her dripping wet cunt. But I refused, continuing to give light kisses, pleased at how horny she had become as I gave the occasional nibble of her panties with my lips. Through my underwear, I could feel the aching throbs of my erect cock.

Deciding that I had spent enough time teasing her, I pulled her panties aside. The fabric was hanging on to her soaked pussy, and as I stretched her thong towards her thigh, strings of wet juice came along with it. Her beautiful inner lips emerged, and I was confronted by her sweet, tart scent, a smell that drew me in and made me more aroused than I had thought possible. Her lips were a beautiful pattern, glistening wet from the all of the excitement. I could tell that she was holding her breath, her body tense beneath me in anticipation. I slipped my fingers under the elastic, and as she lifted her hips up an inch, I slid her panties down her legs.

Emma was looking at me now with a vulnerable but eager expression of her face, and I knew that every nerve in her body was on high alert. I repositioned myself between her thighs, placing my hands under her ass to lift her pussy toward my mouth. She gasped softly at the shift, letting her legs drape along my sides. I lowered my mouth, planting the lightest kiss I could on her outer lips. The taste of her was subtle and unbelievably addictive. Slowly, deliberately, I placed my moth at the base of her box, letting my tongue glide along the outer labia, gathering her warmth. Her flavor intensified as I pushed deeper into her. I could feel Emma’s arms grow tense as her fingers curled in the sheets, and I ran my flattened tongue along the length of her cunt, exploring the inside of her lips as I stopped just before the mound of her clit.

I repeated this a few times, finding a rhythm against the backdrop of her throaty moans. She had found my hair again and was busy running her fingers through it, pressing me against her warm cunt. Every once in a while, I would linger just a little longer and a little higher, allowing my tongue to lightly flick over her hard clit. I was infatuated with the taste of her, pressing my face into her pussy as I increased in speed and vigor. Her warm, sticky juices were spreading around my mouth and my face, dripping off my chin, spreading across her thighs, and I loved every second of it. My hands on her ass pressed her closer, encouraging her to grind against my mouth at the same time as I pushed forward with my tongue. Occasionally, I paused to drop open-mouthed kisses along her labia, soaking my lips in the wetness gathered there. Each time, Emma writhed, letting out half-choked sounds that let me know how good it made her feel.

I wanted nothing more than to get this girl over the edge. Leaning in further, I brought a finger to the entrance of her pussy, letting it graze her slick opening. She gasped, bucking upward, and I slipped my finger inside, greeted by a hot, squeezing tightness. Matching the motion of my tongue with the slow thrust of my finger, I began stroking her clit in a steady tempo. I was giving small flicks, suction, circles, a flick again, all while my finger was plunging in and out of her hole. Each time I withdrew, I hooked it slightly, pressing it into her and allowing me to feel the ridges of her walls and her G-spot. Eventually, a second finger joined the first, exploring her insides as I pushed in and out. Emma had become wet enough that each push made a soft squelch. Time became irrelevant. I was immersed in her scent, her taste, the soft moans that soared each time I found a particularly sensitive spot.

At this point, I started concentrating fully on her clit. I was turned on, my other hand pawing at her breasts and the rest of her body, grabbing her hands, feeling her fingers clasp onto mine as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She was starting to lose control over her body, twitching underneath me as my hand pressed her down against the bed. Sometimes, her hips lifted so suddenly that I had to tighten my grip to maintain contact. All throughout, Emma was giving deep groans that spurred me on. My own heart was racing, mouth slick with her juices, jaw tensing with the effort to keep a good rhythm. After another minute, Emma started contracting even more, losing control over her thighs as they clasped around my head. Her pussy was squeezing my fingers in relentless rhythmic pulses as she orgasmed, and I could feel her tight snatch contract and extend.

When she was done, Emma collapsed against the bed with a breathless laugh and a “Woah.“ I withdraw my fingers, now coated with her sticky ooze. Finally, she leaned up, broad smile on her lips, and drew me forward toward her. I obliged and she started kissing me passionately, her wet juices still across my mouth and face. It was extremely erotic. I wanted to return back to her when she gave a slight shake of the head, then whispered, “Aren’t you going to let me return the favor?“ With a small push from her, I allowed myself to fall back against the bed.

Slowly, she climbed on top of me again. I could feel the heath of her crotch through my underwear, her pussy wetting the fabric of my briefs. Involuntarily, I felt my cock throbbing, pressing against the fabric above it and into her. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than for her to slide herself down onto me. With a grin, Emma started grinding, rubbing herself back and forth and back again along the length of my cock through my underwear. She leaned forward as she did so, arching in order to kiss me on the lips, asking “You like it when I do that?“ She knew that she was in charge and that she could now dictate the pace. Still, she didn’t stop me as I reached out and grabbed her ass, squeezing it as she continued.

All of the sudden, she stopped kissing my lips and shifted herself down. Pressing a kiss to my collarbone, then my chest, she trailed a path downward, deliberately and slowly as I had done before. Each new inch of progress made me shiver in anticipation. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the thrill of the sensation of her soft kisses, unsure of where she would kiss next. By the time her mouth reached the waistband of my briefs, I was turned on like never before. I opened my eyes again to see Emma looking down at my crotch, an eager look across her face. She looked back up at me, and then started taking off my underwear as she whispered, “You made me cum so hard. Now I want you to feel good too.“ When my cock emerged, it was already slick at the tip with precum. She seemed momentarily transfixed, then offered me a subtle, encouraging smile, grabbing one of the hair ties from her wrist to tie her hair back.

She started off with a low lick that went from the base to the head. The feeling of her tongue on my shaft was incredible, and I couldn’t help but to give a slight moan. When Emma arrived at the head, she gave a single, deliberate lick along it, collecting the bead of precum that had gathered there. I felt all of the muscles in my body tense as she did so. Slowly, she opened her mouth, taking in just the head, lips enveloping the tip in a soft, wet kiss, tongue swirling around the ridge. As she started sloppily making out with my dick, I was unable to stop myself from twitching involuntarily. At one point she stopped, looked and me and smiled, allowing spit to drip from her mouth. I was groaning from the pleasure.

She continued with small, shallow bobs that let me feel her mouth’s slick warmth. Every time she came up, her lips created a gentle suction around the head before releasing it with a faint pop. After a minute, she adjusted her position, tilting her head back to take in more of me. I sighed, lost in the sublime wet heat that enveloped my engorged shaft. Each time, she attempted to go lower on my cock, all the time looking up at me, soft moans coming from her lips and vibrating on my cock. A mixture of saliva and precum coated my dick, and I could see her spiraling loose strands of spit around me when she released for a second.

I gave another moan, a “Fuck, Emma,“ and she responded with a quiet, approving hum, enjoying her power over me. My cock twitched in her mouth in response. Emma was alternating her pace now, sometimes giving quick flicks at the tip, other times sliding down until I brushed the back of her throat, with this eager look of concentration on her face. Occasionally, she would pause to kiss or lick the side, letting me see the small line of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. Her free hand had started at the base of my shaft, stroking my glistening wet hardened cock in time with her mouth's movements, while her other hand was cupping my balls. I could see her beautiful full lips parting to accomodate each thrust, and the sensation was overwhelming. I closed my eyes to feel her warm mouth in full, hearing the slurping wet sounds she made as she slobbered over me.

There was a mirror on the other side of the room, and in the reflection I could see her round ass and her perfect pussy as she went up and down on me, causing her snatch to clench and release. As she continued to suck me, I became aware of the heat coming from her, hovering an inch above my leg. After another minute, and sensing me getting closer, Emma popped off, leaving my cock twitching in frustration. She gave me a mischievous smile, and stroking my cock gently, whispered “Not yet.“

I was fully hard at that point and turned on beyond belief. I wanted nothing more than to full her with my throbbing cock and to feel her pussy with each thrust. I got up from the bed and took a condom from the inside of her bedside table. When I turned, I saw that Emma had gotten on all fours on the bed. The sight was spectacular: I could see the shape of her ass as she arched forward to raise it up, the sight of her cute pink asshole, her pussy lips aching for a cock inside of them. Slipping on the condom, I placed my hands on her hips and drew her close, so that the tip of my cock pressed against her. Her vulva gently parted as my head made contact, and I was almost taken by surprise to feel how wet the blowjob had made her. Just the merest contact with her lips had coated the tip of my cock with her juices, and it slid effortlessly along her cunt as I adjusted my position. I placed my palms over her ass, giving a gentle squeeze. She let out a small, urgent whimper, wiggling her hips in invitation.

I pushed forward and her pussy gave a momentary touch of resistance before opening for me and swallowing my cock. I could hear Emma give a deep moan of satisfaction, “Fuck that feels good“. The sensation as I went inside her slick walls was immediate - tight, warm, enveloping, stretching as I thrust more and more of myself inside of her. Her hands gripped the bedsheets, and she gave the merest of pushes back against me with her ass. Finally, my full length was inside of her as I gave one final thrust, feeling my head collide with the velvety walls of her pussy. The sight of her spine curving upward, the gentle sway of her hips, and the delicate tension in her thighs brought out an animalistic sense of desire in me. I began to fuck Emma faster, each inch sliding smoothly into her welcoming warm cunt. Her body responded instinctively, hips lifting slightly to accommodate each thrust. Her hole pulled me deeper with each movement, while her moans grow louder, filled with pleasure.

I set a steady pace and she leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on the bed, guiding me deeper into her with each thrust. Her lips were gripping my shaft as I thrust in and out of her, and I could see her creaming on my hard dick. My hands wandered over her body, her hips, her waist, her ass, her ribcage. At one point, I grabbed Emma’s hands and pulled her up so that she was only on the bed with her knees, arching back towards me while I continued to pound into her, kissing her back and neck as I did so. When I released her, she fell back down to the bed, and I reached to stroke her swollen clit. Each thrust made my hips clap against her ass with a wet smack and my balls hit her underside. The sound of her pussy was incredible, and her walls hugged me tight, as if wanting to milk me with every stroke. We were both moaning now, our heavy breathing interrupted by the sound of me driving my cock into her. Then it happened: there was a quake of her thighs and a convulsion around my cock, and Emma let out a ragged cry. Her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy holding on to me as though it did not want me to ever leave. There was the delicious tangy scent of sex in the air, and both of us were sweating as I continued to fuck her rough. All I could think about was how smooth she felt, how her juices were running down the length of me, and how wet she had become with me inside of her.

Eventually, I turned Emma around into missionary. I could see the sweat on her face and the same lustful grin that she had had all night on her lips. She put her legs up and thrust her hips forward for me to slip inside of her again. I started out with slow, deep thrusts, and each time I pumped into her Emma gave a moan of pleasure. There was something extremely intimate as I looked into her beautiful eyes. She started leaning on her elbows to kiss me as I continued, her pussy making delightful squelching sounds. When she fell back onto the bed a minute later, Emma raised my hand to her mouth and started sucking on my thumb, staring up into my eyes as she was doing it. The sight drove me wild, and I kissed the side of her neck as I pounded into her snatch with increased fervor, nibbling on her collarbone. The wet slurp of each thrust was impossibly erotic, her fluids seeping around the base of the condom. Being face-to-face, we were now also doing dirty talk, with me telling her how good her pussy felt around my cock, how hard I was for her, and Emma cooing how badly she had been wanting me to fuck her the whole night, asking me whether I was going to fuck her good.

I learned against her so that we were now skin to skin, and I could feel her beasts squeezed between our chests. Pressing my face into her neck, I inhaled the intoxicating scent of her arousal mingled with the lingering fragrance of her perfume. She was breathing “Yes“ under hear breath, and I could feel her tension building as she was hurtling towards another orgasm. Her body tightened around me, muscles clenching and releasing in sync with my thrusts. Every nerve ending in me was alive with sensation. I responded with a moan, hips slamming into hers with renewed vigor and with a slight angle, allowing me to rub against her clit. Her nails raked down my back, a pleasurable sensation that made me want to fuck her even harder. Her breathing stuttered, growing erratic, and she babbled half-coherent words: “Fuck—yes—just—there—yes—fuck”. When she finally came over my dick, it was even harder than before, and this time she gave a small squirt over me.

It was one of the sexiest things ever to feel her wet juices covering our sweaty bodies as I continued to pound my hard cock into her tight cunt. When she asked me to, I placed my hand on her throat to give a slight choke. Her pussy was making delightful squelching sounds, the wetness coating my cock and dripping down her thighs. She was gripping the sheets, and I could see her breasts shake with every thrust. Emma’s eyes were almost closed she was drunk with pleasure, a look that I will never forget. Her hips thrust back into mine with increasing urgency again. My thighs ached, cock throbbing, but the friction felt too good to slow down.

Full credit goes to the wine for letting me make it this far. However, it was becoming too much, and I was getting close. So I told her to wrap her legs around me and to hold me against her. She obliged, her legs drawing me into her. She must have sensed me about to come, because she clutched me tighter, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts with renewed energy. “Emma, I’m about to cum,“ I managed under my breath. She nodded with a smile and told me “Cum for me,“ and the knowledge that she wanted me to cum was insanely erotic. I came hard, letting out noises I did not know I could make, pulling out and finishing in my condom as my cock rested on her stomach. She took off the condom and before throwing it away, gave my cock one last suck to clean it of all the cum on it. It was twitching with aftershocks.

So that was the story of the good sex I had while visiting a friend abroad. Afterwards, we ended up getting some water and chatting some more in bed. Eventually, both of us became horny again, so I ended up eating her out some more before she rode me and we both passed out. In the morning, we fucked one last time before I headed out. Very good sex all in all, but then I had to leave the country two days later. We still text sometimes, so maybe I will see her again in summer.