Who Knew? Hot Connections In A Small Town

This week I'm traveling, visiting my old stomping grounds in New England.  I'm delighted to say that Craigslist is alive and well here.  A simple post on Women Seeking Men yielded about twenty great replies.  I hooked up with a tasty young guy on Monday for a rambunctious tumble at his lovely country home.  I feasted on his big, cut cock, the kind I prefer. 

As a further surprise, I met a hot man from Guinea at "the bar," the only one in town.  I generally run into lots of people I know there, but oddly I recognized no one Monday night at 8:00.  I chose the only vacant seat at the bar, next to a young black man with short dreads, a rarity in this small and ethnically homogenous town.  Within moments we were talking.  Although his accent was heavy and the room noisy, we quickly established that he was new to town, seeking friends and connections.  He smelled and looked awesome and I knew immediately he'd be hot.

Confidentiality and discretion in this little burg is a necessity, especially given how many people I know from my years here.  But we left together, ostensibly to head to his place to smoke a joint, although we both knew where the evening was headed.  I found myself checking out his legs and ass as we left, the former delightfully exposed in the shorts necessary in the heat. 

I followed him to his small A-frame on a dirt road, where we opened cold beers and rolled one.  As I leaned back on the couch, he put his arm around me and pulled me to him.  His full, soft lips were a delight, and I found myself sucking and licking them before even finding his tongue.  In the heat and my buzz, the foreplay was languid, and without rushing we slowly found each other's hot spots through our clothes.  While I was dying to take off my underwear to allow him the access I craved, I relished the slow build up to direct contact.  I explored his cock through the thin cotton of his shorts, and realized quickly that he indeed had a Big Black Cock under there, and my mouth began to water.  I shared the wetness with his mouth, preparing myself for a sloppy wet blowjob.

Maybe twenty minutes later, he gently pulled my tank top over my head.  I reached back to remove my bra, and his fingers began a gentle flicking of my nipples.  As he increased the intensity, softly pinching and pulling them, I reached down and opened the fly of my denim skirt.  He helped me remove it, leaving my now soaked underwear in place for now.  He massaged my mound through the silky fabric.  My mouth watering still, I reached for his fly, prompting him to stand and take the shorts off.  He was one gorgeous man.  On this hot night, the fan blew across his tight, round ass; his long, lean legs; taut abs; strong chest and arms…  mmmmmmm.  He gently lowered himself onto me, finally pulling my panties aside and finding my wetness.  I softly caressed the unbelievably soft and hairless skin on his back and arms as the intensity of his exploration increased.  He slowly circled my clit with a wet finger, finding the most sensitive spot on the left and working me there. 

The languor was over.  I was smoking hot now and ready for his cock.  Huge and cut and hard, I could see it hovering so close to my pussy I couldn't wait.  I grabbed his hips, pulling him down and deeply in, lifting my own hips toward him.  I bit his shoulder gently as he pressed hard against my cervix.  I felt his fingers enter my ears, blocking them until I heard only my own heated breathing and a ringing that excited me, and a first in my foreplay experience. 

He gently but firmly fucked me there on the couch, pulling my hair just a bit, nibbling on my lips and whispering indecipherable words in what I assumed was his native language.  Fucking face to face was a delicious departure from my encounters with Mr. Wrong, who generally gets me from behind. 

The smooth and firm fucking continued as his finger found his way to my ass.  He inserted it just a little, drew it out, then in, out again, teasing me as I craved its full penetration.  Filled as I was with his cock, the extra fullness of the finger was driving me wild.  I needed him to fuck me there.  I rose from the couch, found a condom and rolled it down his shaft as he sat on the edge of the couch.  I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, facing away, and backed myself up onto his waiting cock.  I felt him slip slowly into my ass; he knew just how quickly he could increase his depth.  Oh.  Oh, oh, oh. 

Even as I craved taking that cock in my throat, I came myself as I felt him release himself into my ass.  We drew slowly away from each other, and resumed our comfortable seats on the couch, now naked and breathless. 

Look what I found in this little town – who knew?

Republished with permission from Liz Doherty. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. Photo by John B. Root.