I got a text from a really old rando BBC hook up, like so old I didn’t have the number saved anymore. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings so I kept chatting with him. Then we made plans to meet up. That’s how I ended up walking to a coffee shop with no idea who I was meeting. I couldn’t remember a name or a face, I was going to have the wing the whole thing.
I got there and thank fucking god he saw me first. He waved me over and I was relieved. Now I just had to figure out what his fucking name was.
We chatted, he ordered coffee and I kept waiting for them to call out his name but they brought it straight to the table instead. He was a regular. It was like everyone knew his name but me. He got a real cup so it didn’t even have his name written on it.
The thing is he was really charming. He was just the right amount of flirty and I really did want to spend time with him.
He asked me back to his apartment. We walked hand in hand to his place. I was having a good time but in the back of my mind I kept trying to figure out his name.
We got inside his apartment and we relaxed, throwing off coats and relaxing on the couch. We moved closer as we talked, our knees brushing.
There was a lull in the conversation. I looked at his lips, he leaned forward and suddenly we were kissing. I deepened the kiss, eager for more of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me back. It started slow and sweet but as we continued it grew more and more passionate. He moved down my throat kissing down to my collarbone before he grunted that we should go to the bedroom.
He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He pulled my shirt off and pushed my pants off my hips until I was down to my bra and panties. He held me close, kissing me hard as his hands roamed over my body. He unhooked my bra and pressed his palms over my tits, squeezing my nipples and teasing me until I let out a little whining moan.
He kissed down my chest until he found a nipple and sucked it into his mouth. I cried out and he grabbed my waist and tossed me onto his bed. He followed me onto the bed, crawling over me and dipping his hand into my panties.
He rubbed my clit with his fingertips, hitting every perfect angle. I arched off the bed, sighing as he fanned the flames growing inside of me.
He pulled my panties down and replaced his fingers with his tongue. I bucked against his mouth, grinding my pussy down on his lips as he continued to lick me. His tongue swirled around my clit until I started shaking.
He licked my wet opening, tasting my soaking wet pussy.
He sat up and smiled at me, his lips covered in my juices. He threw his shirt off and shoved his pants down. He took his cock in hand, stroking his shaft. I parted my legs wider, begging for him. He climbed over me, lining up his cock with my pussy. He looked at me and I had the span of a breath to prepare before he pushed into me.
I moaned as his shaft pushed inside of me, filling me perfectly. I could feel him throbbing inside of me as I struggled to adjust to his wide cock. He started to thrust into me and all I could do was moan under him and dig my fingers into the sheets.
He grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders. I cried out as he fucked me harder. He pushed me harder, practically folding me in half so he was fucking into me. I was stuck in a mating press, but I never wanted to escape it.
I moaned like crazy, my cheeks pink as I struggled to control myself. I looked down to where his fat cock was plunging into me and I felt light headed.
I wanted to scream his name and beg for him to give it to me as hard as he could, but I couldn’t remember his fucking name!
He pumped into me harder, grunting as he gave me every ounce of his strength. I panted as I felt my orgasm brewing inside of me. The edges of my vision started to turn white and that’s when I remembered his name.
“Travis!” I shouted as I came on his cock. He moaned against my throat as he came inside of me at nearly the same exact time.
I shook under him as he pumped me full of his cum. He pumped his dark hips, making sure to get every last drop inside of me.
I collapsed to the bed, utterly exhausted. He stayed inside of me for a few more moments before finally pulling out. He curled up next to me, spooning me and running his hand up and down the curve of my hip.
“I’m gonna need to fuck you again,” he said against my ear. “I liked hearing my name from your lips way too much.”
I giggled but there was a part of me that was just thankful I had blurted out the right name.
And don’t worry, I fucked him again. I rode him until he was chanting my name. We spent the rest of the day in bed, fucking and talking.
And I did save his number after I got home. Now I just need to figure out what his last name is.