Three, four, five, six….
I counted the ab muscles of this man as he writhed on top of me for thirty two minutes and six seconds. I counted the minutes passing by because I was awestruck at this chocolate man’s endurance and skill. His arms were equally impressive as they supported his body through the whole experience never once getting lazy and laying on top of me while thrusting.
The room was cold which was odd for me considering I live for the briskness of winter more than any other temperature. I had not known him for very long. Two weeks to be exact. I wondered what his last name was again as he was dripping sweat down his perfect body. This would be the only time. That is what I told myself.
He had stared at me in his rear view mirror at the drive thru of the McDonald’s parking lot in downtown Atlanta. I thought my tire pressure was low. He pulled up beside my car and motioned me to roll down my window and told me I was one of the most pretty girls he had seen around.
He himself was not exactly a model , but I based on the baseball mitts he had for hands and the long muscled arm I saw gripping his steering wheel I could tell he was hung like a horse.
For context I had just gotten out of a two year relationship with a man I believed I was in love with who had cheated on me. My previous boyfriends betrayal left me feeling uninteresting and undesirable. I had thought of nothing but how to get my old flame back for two months.
This is my explanation for why I entertained this trashy rendezvous that had quickly and unexpectedly unfolded. I decided to live a little. I was only twenty five and people say your twenties are for making mistakes. Looking back I probably should have sent the address I drove to to a friend.
The riskiest turned me on in a different way than making live to my old boyfriend did. This was not a out connection. This was merely sex and I wanted to experience this no strings attached idea at least once in my life.
The apartment I drove to was his female cousins. He told me to take off my clothes and he washed me. I was thrilled when his penis entered me without him using his hands. I felt a pulsating in my vagina that is hard to describe.
He rather cockily asked me if I was sure I could handle his whole dick. I told him I would like to try. He pushed it further inside me as he lifted one of legs to rest on the side of the tub.
From here we moved into what I believe was his bedroom but as this was casual I am not one hundred percent sure. I felt shy as he had a floor length mirror in it. I assumed we would continue on the bed. This was not the case.
He told me to get on all fours and look at his face in the mirror as he entered me. I did as I was instructed. Sort of. He was not a good looking man. Truth be told he was facially what was known at the time as a brown bagger. That body however was one for the books. He was built on par with the statue of Michelangelo.
He went harder and harder and I begged him to stop because i felt so out of control. To add to the slurry feeling in the scenario the proposed cousin called out to him for something while he was thrusting into me. He appeared unbothered by the interruption and continued thrusting into me as he told her he was busy.
I was mire turned on by his I don’t give a fuck attitude to being discovered. Perhaps that’s why I was able to oblige when he then had me turn around so I could see his penis entering my vagina in the mirror. He told me my pussy was his. I felt excited by the claim.
Finally he told me he was tiring. We had sex missionary style to finish it all off with his sweat dripping off of him onto me . I orgasmed as he collapsed on top of me. This man deserved a prize he put in a lot of work and had me writhing in ecstacy.
I quickly got up washed and went home. We met three more times after this before I moved to Chicago. Each encounter went like the first.
Author: Freya Fitzpatrick