He'd send her naughty text messages that made her pussy tingle and aid it to become increasingly wet, and she'd send him graphic text responses that made his dick throb and easily hard. They didn't know each other, this man and this woman; they were strangers at other ends of the country.
She'd seen a few photographs of this sexy stranger on the internet and he had seen a couple of this busty girl he longed to touch and kiss. They both had idyllic images of what one another looked like in the flesh – the sexual tension was more abrupt when they imagined a 'perfect' image instead of knowing what really existed. He was fascinated by the size of her breasts in one of her photographs on the site in which they conversed via before participating in exchanging mobile numbers. He called them 'his' and often referred to them as being 'lovelies'. She loved it; she loved that a stranger was so awe-inspired by these eye-capturing things which she so self-consciously carried on her chest everyday. Each and every time that she looked down at her large assets, since being acquainted with this stranger, she smiled and imagined all of the naughty things that he could possibly devour her with to inflict satisfaction and euphoria upon her mind and entire body.
He was younger than what she was.
And she was not perturbed from knowledge that he had a girlfriend either.
She had always flirted with men who were in serious relationships to challenge how serious they really were.
It was obvious that he loved his girlfriend, she wasn't sure how much or how little, but she knew that he did. What she was certain of was that he loved a little naughty talk with ladies outside of his relationship. He knew it was wrong but it felt so right.
She'd questioned if he really loved his girlfriend many a time. Why? This man and woman were never going to meet, so what did it matter to her? She wasn't jealous that this man had love in his life, and she wasn't even concerned that she was effectively his 'naughty little secret'. She just couldn't understand why people relished in the concept of a relationship so God damn much. She was only young.
Putting aside the knowledge of him being involved with another, she couldn't resist testing how far he'd go before he remembered that he had a woman at home. They swapped humourous text messages of a naughty disposition. She talked of how she'd take his cock in her mouth, and he spoke of how he'd entice her into bed with wine and romanticism. There was a fine line between this man and woman; she wasn't interested in the romantic side to life, and he wasn't interested in the rampant side to sex. But what did it matter? They still weren't going to meet!
She wasn't really interested in him, just as he wasn't really interested in her. They may not have known it, but it was fact. All they were really interested in was a good saucy text message to read late at night to help when they fucked themselves solo. But how is it that their naughty talk began?
He'd told her casually of how massive her boobs looked in one of her pictures, one day. That's how it started. He started it. She pursued it.
He urged for her to send him a picture of 'his lovelies' that rested so placidly on her chest, but she had never been very fond of sending intimate parts of her body to strangers. Willingly, she continued to play the game as he subconsciously wanted her to. She adored a risky game.
She played it by her use of words. Their naughty and increasingly dirty text messages weren't dedicated ones, only casual ones - few and far between, which, ironically, was also the way she liked her men.
“... I'd suck the tip of your mister and slowly slide my wet lips down the shaft. I'd slide the entirety of my tongue from top to bottom, bottom to top. I'd make you want more, I'd make you make me want more.” was what she'd sent to him one time.
His increasing battle against her saucy nature only made him respond with things such as "I'm more of a relationship kind of guy". She loved that he knew this wasn't right, it made the texts so much more edgy. It was just a little fun.
She often lay on the soft bed, retreated within her bedroom, dressed in nothing but her underwear. The flimsy bed linen meeting softly with the skin of her arse cheeks and her arched back whilst she wore nothing but a small thong and an enhancing bra. She often wished he could see her like this. All she could do was to imagine. Imagine this sexy, mysterious stranger allowing his hands to explore, enjoy and examine every intent and pert area of her delicate body. Amongst her dirty thoughts of this man there was something incredibly intriguing about him.
On a particular occasion she stripped down to her underwear, as always, and lay back to carefully and precisely imagine what he'd do to her if they were to meet one night. It all began as soon as her eyes closed softly...
They were dining with a 'cheeky bottle of red' that nestled comfortably between their mutual gaze. The sparkle of the thin, velvet liquid that filled the strong and erect opaque bottle glimmered under the light they were seated beneath in the same way as the sparkle glimmered in his eyes every time he flashed her a naughty little wink. They both knew they were getting to a point of limit, so the wine was pushed coyly to one side to make room for a different kind of intoxication.
He stood firmly, and grabbed his seat with a strong grasp that pronounced the muscles of his biceps clearly to move it closer to her body. Once seated his hand fell upon her knee during their moment of laughter, she didn't allow him to remove it, so he let it slide fluently up the thick of her leg and under the flowing skirt that was so sternly covering it. Her legs were so soft and warm. He wondered: is her pussy so soft and warm?
He forced himself to slow down, stand her up and place her on the sofa. Her confused body lay stiffly amongst the cold and noisy leather material. He sensed her negativity, but her attention was quickly won during the process of him parting her knees and laying his manly body between her feminine thighs. His lips met hers as he showed her the meaning of a truly passionate kiss in a moment of, what appeared to be, lust.
His tongue entered her mouth the same moment that his fingers found their way through her underwear and into her dripping pussy. Mind-blowing.
The leather material of the sofa warmed with the intense sexual energy she was releasing with every time he moved his fingers and explored around the inside her pussy – groping and pushing hard on her G-spot.
He removed his fingers, and let them travel up to meet his vision before he examined her juices that surrounded them. She looked embarrassed. But to show his satisfaction of being covered in such positive liquid he lifted his fingers to his mouth and slipped them in to enjoy the taste and warmth of what her body had so easily created from his touch. Straight after he kissed her hard to transfer the taste of her pussy juices into her own mouth. Amazing.
She was so fucking turned on, so fucking horny, so in need of being fucked! She tried to touch his hard dick but he wouldn't allow it, he wanted her to have all of the pleasure tonight. This was about her.
The evening grew darker, so dark that he could barely see her glamourous and tantalising smile before his eyes.
He turned on a small lamp which rested in the corner of the room. The light shone over her body, highlighting her beauty and radiance; the radiance which he had bestowed upon her from the skilled use of his fingers.
The light which pierced through the white shirt that sat against her upper body revealed her large breasts concealed in a lace bra. He was certain that with help from the light he could see the whole of her hard nipples through the clothing he was so eager to tear away from her skin.
His body approached hers. He took stance at where her head rested on the sofa. He bent down, kissed her lips and simultaneously pushed his hands and fingers lightly over her breasts. They really were massive. They worked their way under her shirt – she felt his warm fingers tickle at her nipples, teasing them to the point where she felt a shooting sensation that filled her body.
He stopped. He desperately wanted to remove her shirt. With quickness and ease he patiently opened each button until he could let the shirt fall to her sides. She wanted him to see more, so she sat and teased his hungry eyes by enabling the straps of her bra to drop down the outer of her arms, letting it be known that she wanted him to make her topless. His hands stopped hers before she reached the hook at the back. He trailed sensational and tender touches up and down her back, which made her sigh as though she was orgasming, before he unhooked her bra and pulled it quickly away from her sexually eager presence. He caught a glance of her assets' natural bounce, and knew that he had to have a taste. There they were, his lovelies, and they were fucking massive! He was astounded by their size and grace.
Slowly moving to face her he sat on the corner of the leather sofa that was warm and sticky from the transfer of her body heat. He observed her curvaceous body until continuing to lower his head towards her nipples. He moved his lips closer and closer until his tongue rested on the very end of her right nipple. He swirled his tongue around the soft area of flesh and heard her gasp with pleasure whilst she held his shoulders tight. He sucked hard, he nibbled softly, and he licked devilishly.
He knew that she couldn't wait any longer, neither could he.
He knew that she couldn't wait any longer, neither could he.
He stood once more, this time to remove his clothing in front of her anticipating eyes. She also removed what was left of the clothing that surrounded her body. Their naked bodies only centimetres away wanted to urgently unite and feel each other through harmonious activity.
His hot, steamy naked body approached her body of frantic, beating and intense need.
His hot, steamy naked body approached her body of frantic, beating and intense need.
He laid his hands upon her breasts, making sure that he rubbed her stiff nipples one more time, before he pushed his hard dick against her naked and dripping pussy. She felt his hardness and fullness rub against her wet clitoris – his piece rested against hers so easily and naturally.
What a tremendous sight.
Before slipping his dick into her wetness he traced the index finger of his right hand up from her throbbing clit to the opening of her pussy. Her heavy breaths shouted satisfaction.
She pushed her breasts tightly against his chest. They suited him.
It was time.
He moved around her intensifying sexual aura until his face saw nothing but the behind of her head, her arching back, and her voluptuous arse cheeks. He pushed his dick up against her arse and willed it to find its way in between the cheeks. She felt the tip rest against the entrance to her pussy. She fell forward, two hands gripped the sticky leather of the sofa before them.
What a tremendous sight.
Before slipping his dick into her wetness he traced the index finger of his right hand up from her throbbing clit to the opening of her pussy. Her heavy breaths shouted satisfaction.
He grabbed his huge swelling dick and slowly filled her pussy. His hands gripped her waist softer than the squeezes she inflicted upon the sofa. He thrusted in and out of her with profession. She felt his raw dick inside her pussy pushing up against her G-spot. Fantastic.
He forced her body closer to the sofa until she had no choice but to kneel on it and let her tits fall over the back. He thrusted harder each time in which she gave him consent to. Her tits bounced in front of her to make her pussy even more wet. More of the sweat from her body transferred onto the leather sofa.
He stopped before he pulled some lube out from a cupboard near to them. She lay back on the sofa with her legs open wide and her tits in their own position as he squirted the lube all over her soaking pussy and large tits. He used his dick to rub it over her erect nipples. WOW! He proceeded to lay his body over hers before sliding into her ravishingly wet and lubed-up pussy. It was so cold. It was so fucking good.
He kneeled and lifted the lower half of her body with his. She urged for him to fuck her like he hated her; she had always stated that good sex is made up of hateful action. So he did.
He fucked her until her tits had no control over their movement, and he pinned her down until her colloquial moans filled the entire room. She felt herself coming as he slammed his bulge into her. Through her moans she struggled to tell him that she was near - but she didn't need to – as she came he felt a surge of warmth and an immense amount of pussy juice devour his cock. Her pleasured face and body entitled him to release the energy from his machine. His moans were so loud. His orgasm was so fierce!
Seconds later, his full body fell hard against hers moments before they shared a cheeky little smile of admiration and absolute lust.
Seconds later, his full body fell hard against hers moments before they shared a cheeky little smile of admiration and absolute lust.
... But that was just a fantasy she filled her mind with. Her eyes opened widely in the dark room that she had imagined this wishful-thinking scenario in, and reality faced her with knowledge that she would never meet this stranger who lived at another end of the country for such rampant and naughty activity.
So, for now, she would let the reality of her own fingers see to the moistness in her panties that had been created by her own fantisised images of this sexual stranger...
