I met him on the train. It wasn’t like me to approach a guy, but there was just something about him. He looked up and smiled at me. That was my que. I wrote my number down and waited until my stop to give it to him. I never looked back, but I know he watched me walk away. 20 minutes later my phone vibrates. There’s a message from an unsaved number that reads, “you’re bold. I like that shit”. We made plans to meet the next day. We were not going to beat around the bush. We both wanted to fuck. We went out for a drink. Two drinks in and I needed it, needed him. My pussy started to pulsate. I had on a dress. I slipped my panties off and handed them to him. In one shot he finished his beer and took my hand, leading me to the door. Every part of me wanted him. He looked at me and kissed me. He lifted my dress up and felt all the wetness. He grabbed my hand and we continued to his house. It started to rain, but I didn’t care. We took our time, stopping along the way to kiss. I grabbed his dick and imagined it inside me. He lived in a 2nd floor walk up. He told me to walk up first. He pulled my dress up and kissed my ass and smacked it. We barely made it to his door. He lifted me up and threw me against the wall. Kissing, keys in one hand fumbling. He opens the door and carried me to the sofa. He told me to turn over on my stomach. He lifted my ass in the air and ate my pussy from the back until I came. Falling to the bed legs shaking. He turned me over and fucked me into another dimension. Best sex ever and I never got his name.
