Sex Confession

Looking for a little fun

kdangel11, Female, 27, USA, pittsburgh

This confession is a few years old but I love tell the story.

I meant it to only be an attempt to spark some excitement into my life, to take a chance and have some fun . . . . . After graduating college and breaking up with my college boyfriend, I finally got my own place, excited to start my own life, fresh and in control. I found a quaint little efficiency apartment in a small town on the first floor of a large house that had three other apartments. I hadn’t been in the apartment for a week when the tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed piece of candy living on the third floor caught my eye. The place didn’t have air conditioning, so I went out and bought the largest window air conditioner that I could find. I quickly took the opportunity to ‘bump into’ him, introduce myself and ask him to help me put my new air conditioner in the following night. Now, I did need an extra set of hands because it was so big, but I purposefully didn’t ask my very capable father or brother or any of my friends because I had other plans for this third floor neighbor of mine. Never before had I ever been bold enough to try to seduce a guy – I had always been the shy one, but for some reason the empowerment and boldness of playing the vixen was the most exciting thing for me. I had taken every opportunity to make sure my blinds were open after my showers (right when I knew he would be leaving for work) and that I took extra care to stretch well after my afternoon runs on the front porch in my skin tight workout clothes (right when I knew he would be coming home). I knew he looked and stared and I loved it. I purposefully wasn’t home until later the next evening for the neighbor to come help. I cooked him dinner (told him that I would for helping me) and made sure to put on my hot pink bra and thongs. It was hot out, so I knew that a tight white tank top would show off the bra nicely and a pair of shorts would invite his eyes. I didn’t bother with shoes, jewelry or even makeup.

When my neighbor arrived and I opened the door, I knew instantly it was going to be easy. He like what he saw, his eyes betrayed every ounce of control the rest of his body seemed to have. Needless to say, I took full advantage of his weakness, leaning over pretending to clean off the coffee table in front of him, just so he had a better look at my chest. We put the air conditioner in together, which went into a window in my bedroom right over my bed. I purposefully hadn’t moved my bed out of the way, so we had to kneel and stand on it – subtle suggestiveness. After the air conditioner was in, I made no move to go back out into the kitchen/ living room, and just plopped down on the bed, sitting Indian style, forcing him to sit down too. I know he had a good view the whole way up the inside of my thighs. It wasn’t two minutes later that his pager went off (did I mention that he was a volunteer fireman?) The smile he had been flashing me the whole time disappeared completely, and I had to laugh a little – he looked like a child you had just yanked a big lollipop away from. Slowly he said he had to go, and I laughed a little more to myself, because I thought he looked like it took every ounce of willpower for him to stand up and start walking out. I couldn’t help myself notice the bulge in his pants. I waited till he got to the door to call after him and say that I would keep dinner warm if he still wanted it later. That earned me a fierce smile and a nod before he left.

It was about an hour later that he came back, and by this time it was nearly 10pm and dark. I had left the lights out and lit a few candles in the bedroom out of view from the living room, but softly illuminating the bed that was clearly visible from where he sat on the sofa chair. I was sprawled out on the couch watching TV. It was a huge turn on how he walked through the door, completely comfortable with not knocking, like he had a purpose about him. I saw him immediately glance back at the bed in the bedroom and in an ‘I’m-not-so-innocent’ voice I didn’t hesitate to ask him if he was still hungry. I go no response other than a look that suggested that he knew exactly what I was up to. I got up, took him by the hand and pulled him over to the table, knowing by now that he was going to let me have my fun, but first, I wanted him to eat (got to fill up the gas tank if you know what I mean). I pulled dinner out of the oven and sat down at the table with him. It was nice, I asked him all about being a fireman and about the call he had just come back from, and he went into some amazing stories and things he has seen. He sat on the couch after dinner as I cleaned up, at least trying to pretend to watch TV, but his eyes were betraying him again as I moved around and bent to put dishes in the dishwasher. We were still talking about his fireman stories, and when I was done, I sat down on the opposite end of the couch, swung my legs up to rest on his lap. I liked the thought of suggestively anchoring him in place, like I was silently saying telling him he was staying. He was slightly hesitant about touching my feet, then my calves, all while still holding a casual conversation. He was lightly running his fingers over my calves, giving me goose bumps, and I could feel his cock growing under my leg. He wasn’t looking me in the eye anymore, but up my legs and to the low neckline of my tank top. I was wet just thinking about his cock and what I wanted to do with it. My heart started beating really hard; I could feel my pulse through my entire body. I swung my feet to the floor and got up, made as if I wanted to get a drink of water. I was about ready to make my move, when he excused himself to the bathroom, which incidentally was through the bedroom. I clucked my tongue as I watched him disappear, almost thrilled with the change in plans. When he finished and opened the door to the bathroom, I was sitting on top of my dresser directly facing the bathroom not 3 feet away, legs spread, with my feet resting on the middle drawer tops that I pulled out a few inches, leaning back slightly on my hands. I was elated at his surprise; he just froze and stared with his hand still on the zipper of his jeans, like he didn’t know what to do next. I waited till his eyes worked their way up to mine before I said, “So, all these years as a fireman.....have you ever had sex on a fire truck?” He shook his head no, half smiling, and I said, “Don’t you want to?” That was all he needed before he had his hands on me, kissing me as deep as he could. It was amazing – God, I wanted him inside of me. He started kissing me down my neck, pushing his hands up my shirt. I undid his pants, pushed his boxers down and wrapped my legs around him. He slid his hands down my back and under my shorts and thongs, half way picking me up off the dresser. I thought he was going to carry me to the bed right then, but he set me back down after he pushed my shorts and thong off my ass. In one smooth motion, he stepped back, pulled them off my legs, grabbed my hips and slid his cock right into me. He fucked me right there on my dresser for a while; god it felt so good. I was so close when he stopped and was about to protest when he picked me up, turned and pinned me against the wall enabling him to push up even deeper and harder inside me. I had never been fucked against the wall like that, and God, at that moment I promised myself that it was going to be my new favorite position. He didn’t need to pump more than once and I reached my orgasm; it was so powerful that I felt lightheaded and started getting those black spots in my vision (like the kind you get right before you pass out). I’ve never moaned like that before in my life. He didn’t stop though, kept plowing me deeper and deeper – it was like torturing me with pleasure. After a few minutes, I pulled my mouth away from his long enough to whisper, “. . . bed . . .” in his ear. Without pulling out and holding me tight against him, he lifted and carried me to the bed, laid down on top of me and proceeded to plow me with new energy and vigor. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life and I loved it. He wrapped his arms up under mine, pulling down on my shoulders as he thrust into me. (Wow!) He released his load and collapsed on top of me.

Well, my original intentions were to just have some fun without any expectations of a relationship. However, the next day, my friendly third floor neighbor called off work and made sure to leave no doubt my mind that he had no intention of leaving the situation as a one-night stand. After three months of unbelievable sex, he took me on our first date. That was five years ago. Last night, he was still showing me how much he liked to pin me against the wall.

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larkspur, Male, 30, USA, Urbandale

31-3-2008

Wow!

jay, Male, 20, Philippines, manila

29-2-2008

ei!!! it turned me on!! would you mind if i ask you to tell me more of your great sex experience.. heres my e-mail ad..jay.rosareal@yahoo.com...tnx

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