fair warning: some expressions may sound off, as the original language of this story is not English.

Here is the story of the first blowjob that my upstairs neighbour gave me.

We hooked up for a while. There was desire and availability and we were compatible in our kinks but none of us had any illusions that we were a couple. It was sex that kept us close and nothing else.

When the clothes started to fall to the floor, that athletic body was a marvel to be admired and even with many hours of physical exercise accumulated, it had generous and full curves, unfortunately covered most of the time by straight, wide and shapeless track suits. Anyone who looked at it was far from imagining what was hidden in plain sight.

During a well-launched make-out session, with clothes already finding their way to the floor, she pusged me against the wardrobe and asked me to stay still. She then slid to the floor, eyes boring into mine, until she was sitting on her heels, her face at my waist. What was going to happen next wasn’t hard to guess; the how was far from what I expected or imagined. Very far away.

I was already more than ready, with a very obvious erection, which she didn’t ignore. In a gesture of pure sensuality, she kissed my swollen member over that thin fabric that separated us, which caused me to throb in anticipation. Then she lightly pulled the waistband of my underwear until the first tuft of hair appeared and placed another kiss there, at the same time burying her nose in my pubis, taking my scent. When she looked up at me again, she kept pulling my boxers until gravity dragged them down my legs. My freed erection bobbed and I felt it hit her jaw, which made her giggle.

At this point I expected her to grab me so she could take me in her mouth, but instead she placed her hands on my thighs and after a cheeky lick on my glans, she slid her mouth over my erection and took me completely. Seeing her with her lips pressed against my body, my flesh filling her mouth, made me feel huge, even more so with those eyes looking directly at me. She retreated slowly, until only my glans was trapped in her lips, and advanced again, launching herself in a slow and steady rhythm, not only shaking her head back and forth, but trying with each movement to get me to pass through a different corner of her mouth.

At some point, although my expression was pleasing to her, she closed her eyes, concentrating on what she was doing. It was obvious that she was enjoying what she was doing. I stopped being there and there was only what she had in her mouth. When between one movement and another she took me completely in her mouth, the tip of her tongue sought out that point where the scrotum and the member come together, in an additional caress that gave a whole new piquancy to the event. And always those hands on my legs, just for support. Tongue, lips and mouth were all she needed to give and have pleasure.

Now don’t think that this was just a matter of moments. For her, a blowjob was something to enjoy in itself. She didn’t do it to please; she did it for herself to have pleasure. Knowing that she only needed her mouth to torment a man made her delirious.

Already weak in the knees, I told her I couldn’t take much more. I was at that point where we are so sensitive that the next touch seems to be enough for us to orgasm. She stopped, looking at me, and moved her mouth to my testicles, which made me discover that I really like being suckled on them. She stopped again, to pick a stray hair out of her mouth, and told me I had to try shaving it off, to make it easier, which I did later and still do today, although less routinely. With all this, the tension dropped enough for me to feel less on the verge of exhausting myself there, although her tongue and mouth on my scrotum were not less pleasurable in themselves, on the contrary; when she suckled my testicles, one at a time, the sensation of pleasure changed but it didn’t decrease in intensity, it just changed the focus. A trickle of clear fluid began to run from the tip of my penis, which she licked greedily as soon as she saw it.

I was more than prepared and willing to finish. I needed to, at this point.

“Let me come, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Is it? Do you have milk for me? Can you give me your sweet, sweet milk?”

I had never heard her talk like that and I felt more out of my mind than I already was. I thought she was waiting for me to masturbate, for her to see, as it had already happened so many times before, and I made the gesture to do so.

“No touching. Are you going to give me your sweet milk? All of it?”

“Yes.”

She put her mouth back where she had began and started again in a slow back and forth, this time with a strong suction, which quickly put me at that point of no return. I made a move to withdraw, so as not to end up in her mouth, but she made it clear that was exactly what she wanted. Then I felt that familiar contraction forming between my legs and I began to release, one thrust at a time. The first was met with a sligh moan, almost a complaint, but she didn’t let me go until I was done. When my erection began to loosen, she pulled back and swallowed, without the slightest hesitation, with an expression of complete satisfaction on her face.

That blowjob and many that followed defined what a real oral is for me. It’s not something you do to just please or get started. It’s something you do because it gives you both pleasure in itself.

I helped her to stand. She moved in for a kiss, which I didn’t refuse. She smelled and tasted like me, which reinforced my basic feeling of ownership over her, as a female available and receptive to me. We moved into the bed and as soon as I felt capable of doing so, I bred her, feeling like a stud.

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