I'm sure I'm not the only one that from time to time thinks about "the one that got away." And although I'm not talking about unconditional love, I am certainly referring to that phenomenon of knowing that you will always regret not tasting a particular individual. Sometimes you just feel it in your body and know it in your soul that a person's deliciousness would not only fulfill your every sense but also ruin you, spoil you and make you absolutely addicted. Looking back I truly know that's why at the end of the day I never fully gave it a shot. Perhaps it was also the overwhelmingly obvious fact that you were into girls at the time, and I never even thought to ask or try. I can assure you though, that to this day, almost 10 years later, I remember what I wanted to happen then, and I still do. And what's crazier is the fact that we lived only a 5 min walk from each other, so honestly, I really fucked up. And yes, this is among the few regrets I have in my life.
I can't even being to remember the amount of time I would spend at your place. I'd go around noon, bring something to drink and we would just say there on your couch watching sports, or you'd chill there while your roommate and I would play Madden of FIFA for ours on end. Usually he'd have too much to drink and would pass out on the couch so then I'd just spend the rest of day or night chatting about many things. Even though I was definitely interested in what you had to say, my mind was always thinking about the fact that I all I wanted to do was to lift up that oversized shirt and just as you were talking about the game we were watching, I just licked your delicious nipples. I wanted to grab one of your big, juicy tits with both of my hands and just wanted to devour them. Your perfectly tanned skin, the smell of your body and the thought of you looking down at me as I bit your nipples and looked up... that's what I thought about every time we spoke. Well, that's one of the things I thought about, and the others went like this:
It started with you laying on your couch, watching the game and as I said I was already enjoying putting my big lips and warm tongue on your perfect tits and yummy nipples. You would just sit there letting me enjoy every inch and the taste of every pore. You would barely notice me because of how into the game you were but I did my best to get your full attention. I grabbed your left breast and as I sucked on it over and over, massaged it and got your nipple super perky and hard I finally opened my eyes to grab the other one and I could see you were gently rubbing your right nipple... getting it nice and hard. I also saw you lightly spit on on you hand and rub it over the same nipple but you were looking at me... you were just watching the game. Aware of my presence and certainly my tongue, but focused on the game.
Since I wasn't told I was distracting you, iin my mind that was a clear sign... "do whatever you want" I looked at the TV and saw there were 5 minutes left on the first quarter so I continued devouring your tits, slowly and gently for what seemed for hours. It felt super fucking hot being a little ignored to be honest, that way I could just stare, smell, lick, drool without feeling like I'd be judged or what silly faces I would make. The quarter is almost over and I am not just grabbing your tits more and more firmly, and how could I not? They are so big and yummy and soft yet firm. I was wearing a white V neck and grey sweatpants and of course at this point I am very aroused. My erection was not the most comfortable one so I had to reach inside my underwear to move my cock around and I just couldn't help myself and started stroking it a few times as I had, once again, my mouth on your chest. And as I took my hand out the referee blew the end of the first quarter.
Taking advantage of the commercial break, without saying a word, I move you towards the middle of your couch, and guide you to lay on your chest, as you turn your head to your left and get a clear view of the TV. Of course, there were lots of bottles and other things I had to move so you'd see clearly and without obstacles. I sit next to you, about hip height and put my hand inside your shirt and gently caress your back. Absolutely loving the way your skin feels on my hands and I can't believe how soft you are. The second quarter starts and I continue to touch your back, neck, shoulders and finally your lower back. I massage you a bit too. Normally, I'd just massage your butt too and grab it over your shorts but since I haven't gotten a single word of resistance, I just go ahead and lower your shorts all the way down to your ankles. I turn to my side a little bit and both of my hands start touching your ass and legs. Sometimes super gently, tracing shapes with my fingers, and others just straight up squeezing and grabbing hard. It feels so fucking good... With 7 minutes to go on the half I know I have only so much time til I get your undivided attention at half-time, so I make every second count.
My left hand touches your butt but my right hand slides between your legs. To be honest, you were so into watching your team play that I was assuming otherwise, but when my fingers reach your pussy, you were absolutely soaked. Soaked. As soon as your juiciness reaches my hand I take it out to taste it. And holy fuck, is it delicious. I put my hand again just over your pussy and once again my finger gets soaked, and what do I do? I lick it off again. It was like dipping y hand on Nutella or something... I just kept doing it and doing it... So fucking divine.
With 3 minutes left I now rub my fingers over your pussy and clit and I could just feel them slide over your wet skin. So soft, and moist and uncontrollably lovely. Almost as if I could taste you through my fingers. And since I want to taste more and more of you with my fingers, I slide my index and middle finger since you. I look at your face as you feel them go deep inside and you still don't saw an actual word, but I see your left hand grab your coffee table and hang on as you take one deep breath. At that moment I knew you were mine.
I continue to massage your ass with my left hand and my right hand's fingers and inside you and I pull them out, slide them back in, and pull them out and slide them back in. I twist and turn them, going all the way down to my last knuckle and sometimes I just barely slide in an inch or two. At this point your hips are engaged and you're moving a lot. At one point I just leave my hand there and it is you who is moving... fucking my hand... using your hips to move up and make my fingers go deeper and deeper inside. Time out called with only 1:34 min remaining.
Removing my hand quickly, I proceed to make my way behind you and I spread your legs open and lift you up ever so slightly and put my tongue over your asshole and start absolutely devouring your scrumptious holes. Impossible to choose if your ass, pussy or clit tastes better, but I just love the combination of flavors and textures. I'm literally drooling all over and its also hard to know where the wetness is coming from. All I know is that this is the one moment I had been waiting for so fucking painfully long. And you tasted better than I ever imagined.
I could now hear you moan, I could feel you breathing harder and harder, and I could see your hands move. With the halftime whistle as my cue, I lift you up even more and just start licking you uncontrollably and honestly I just slide my tongue inside you. As I do this, the more our bodies adjust and without even realizing it, as the commercials blare loud on your tv, you're in all fours with your ass sticking out and my face is buried behind you, spreading your ass with my hands, caressing your back and even pulling your hair when I can.
Of course, the overwhelming animalistic lust consumed me in the most basic and complex way possible. My body and mind were utterly dominated by your body and your taste. I lower my sweat pants and my underwear and my cock just springs out. So hard... I barely need to guide it with my hand and I just slide it in.
Holy fuck.
