Backscratcher has been increasingly nice over the last few months, which I found was due to him ditching his girlfriend. About 6 weeks ago, he asked if there was anything I needed. I jokingly responded, “Nothing you can give me.” I was in the process of trying to get my itch scratched by Desmond and I didn’t ever see myself getting smashed by Backscratcher again anyway.
Fast forward to two days ago. I am picking up the kid from his place and he goes in for a hug. *Note: I don’t really hug. I barely hug my own family and he knows this.* I give him a forced side hug and he grabs my ass through my dress. I didn’t say anything or make a scene. As I’m leaving, my phone dings with a text.
B: “I had a few thoughts about you in that dress!”
Me: “Care to share?”
B: “Nope… I did catch a slight hard on”
Me: “I’m sure you’d lose it if the dress came off”
I wasn’t too surprised by his suggestion, but was a little taken back by his forwardness. I let it go and the conversation ended there.
Yesterday he asked to have dinner with the kid one night this week and I agreed. He said it would probably be Wednesday, so I was thrown off when he texted at 6:30 saying he could come over if the offer was still there. I told him that was fine and it actually worked out quite well. He played with the kid while I caught up on all the chores I didn’t have time for on the weekend. While waiting for the kid to fall asleep, I folded laundry and caught up on some work. Backscratcher took it upon himself to get comfortable – took off his shoes, changed his clothes, laid on my bed. I knew what he was trying to do, but I acted oblivious.
“Let’s cuddle. Let’s spoon.” Those were words I hadn’t heard in a really long time. The light was off, we were under the covers, and now we were spooning. It only remained PG for about 90 seconds. His hand creeped under my shirt, then into my pants. He teased my pussy through my panties longer than I wanted. A lone finger finally found its way to my bare clit and didn’t waste any time rubbing, accelerating like we only had a few minutes. I tried to grab the bulge in his pants, but my arms couldn’t reach over his muscular arms.
He rolled on his back and pulled down his pants. My mouth was drawn to his cock like a magnet. I wasted no time covering the entire length of it in my spit. Balls, base, shaft, tip – I left no spot untouched. Every time the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat, his body shivered and he let out a moan. He took off my shirt and pinched my nipples. HARD. I could tell he wanted more, so I stripped off the rest of his clothes while he did the same. I climbed on top, my pussy already wet with anticipation, and rode him fast and hard. He sucked my tits and gave each ass cheek a hard smack.
He pulled my body close to him and slowed me down. “Stop,” he whispered in my ear. “You can’t take it?” I whispered back. He tried to speed up a few more times, but slowed each time. He rolled me over and put my ankles on his shoulders. I could tell by the few short, hard thrusts that he wanted to cum. After only a few seconds, he rolled me over again. I was on all fours taking a pounding from a cock that had been neglected by a woman for too long. My face was buried in the mattress as he released his load on my back.
We quickly cleaned up and got dressed. He got his stuff together and before leaving, we noted the irony: exactly 4 years ago, I got pregnant with the kid. Plan B anyone?