I’ve been really busy recently, and my lover was getting impatient. A late night call and some persuading later I gave in and visited him! I think that counts as a bootcall right? I’ve never done anything like it before, but the trip was completely worth all the sex I ended up getting…
“Where have you been?”
“Busy with work.”
“Are you working now?”
“No.”
“Come over.”
“It’s 3am.”
“Get a cab.”
“I’m tired.”
“I’ll make you breakfast in bed.”
“I’m in the cab now.”
Ok so it was much persuading. Sitting in the cab watching London night life go past, I felt kind of excited. There’s something thrilling about meeting someone, late at night, just for a bootycall. It felt naughty. I was getting wet just thinking about it. The cab stopped across from his house, I payed and as I walked towards his place, I could see him waiting at the window. He waved and I waved back. Then I pulled my top down and flashed him. I don’t know why I did that.
When the door opened I was immediately by a deep kiss, and hands pulled me inside. I felt my top being taken off, hands now touching bare skin. On my breasts, squeezing my nipples, holding firmly onto my bum pushing my body closer to his. The flash must have really worked, and pent up sexual frustration came pouring out.
I feel myself being pushed back against the wall, my legs hitched up as he reached under my skirt. I wrap my legs around his waist, getting crushed against the wall by his body, it felt rough and demanding and good. I’m kissing him, hands in his hair, matching his need with my own. My bra gets unhooked, falls to the floor and I’m picked up and moved to nearby sofa. I feel his mouth covering one breast, teasing the nipple and sucking hard. I’m moaning loudly, bending forward to kiss him when I can, hands clenched into his shoulders.
I’m unbelievably turned on. I want him. Need him right now. Skirt still on, I feel him pushing aside my panties before pushing himself into me. I cry out, then lift my hips up to meet him. We fuck hard, fast, right there on the sofa. I knock over a cup on the coffee table with my arm, in turn he growls at me, turns me over and slaps my ass. I try to say sorry but he’s pushed a hand into my mouth, and I suck on them as he takes me from behind, pounding roughly against me. I bite down on his fingers as I cum and he slaps my ass again. It feels amazing. Then, I feel him tighten his grip on me, slam hard a couple of times before collapsing on top of me, both of us a panting mess.
I don’t actually get breakfast in bed the next morning, but I certainly wouldn’t say no to another bootycall sometime!