After a Long Wait
- Jul 25
- 2 min read
Here is a story about patience being key.
So, I met this girl online here name is Trudy and we met online and became friends. She was cool, we lived not too far from each other in the Kingston area. She had lived with her boyfriend, and I was living with my baby mother at the time. I kept it as a friendship, but every chance I got I made it clear I wanted to eat her out and get some pussy, to which she never really got mad at. She just said "no", or she would play along and even send suggestive messages as well to lead me on, but nothing never materialize.
This went on for maybe over a year, but we kept the link and remained tight with our platonic friendship. One night I told her that I wanted to suck her pussy, to which she replied “ok” I thought she was playing at first, but she said she would shave her pussy and then get a taxi to come by me. I said OK, eagerly waiting now I went to my family house where I had my own room. I made the place comfortable and waited her arrival. When she told me she had reached, I made my way to meet her and escort her in. She wasted no time; because as she reached inside, she pulled down her sweatpants showing her freshly shaved pussy indicating she was ready.
I returned the favor, wasting no time either, as I placed her on her back and went straight to eating this perfectly bald pussy. I tongue fucking her while keeping her legs pushed back, as she laid there getting her pussy eaten, making so much noise. I could tell she loved the eating she was getting; her pussy flooded at this point. She then turned back way, bending over arching her back. I was fully erected, with the taste of her pussy still on my lips, I put in the tip of my cock, inching inside her pussy to test the waters and to my surprise the pussy wasn’t what I expected.
I have a good size dick, but this felt like she going to need a lot more girt and length. I made good use of her pussy though, as I fucked and pumped until I came in the condom. We cleaned up and I called her a taxi to get her home safely and we texted the next day, she asked me "how was it?" and being who I am I said it was nice and tight to which she asked if I was sure?
Maybe she’s had complaints before is my only conclusion.
Men need to be honest when a woman ask “how was it”