Underground Awakening: My First Raw Encounter After a Year of Solitude
Fresh out of the shower in my underground room, towel barely clinging. Heart hammers like a drill. A year alone in this massive robot complex, no touch, no warmth. Then she’s there—Charlie, pressed against my door. Short blue skirt with white polka dots, white top hugging her full breasts, nipples poking through. Hair loose, wild. That smile. Electric.
She steps in slow. ‘Thought you’d prefer this over hot chocolate.’ Eyes lock. My pulse races, cock twitching already. She’s leaving soon. This can’t be real. But her lips crash mine—soft, then hungry. Tongue invades, swirling wild. Hands grip my neck. I freeze, dizzy. Desire floods, fear spikes. No turning back. She’s single, lied to set boundaries. Now? She’s offering everything.
The Approach: Tension Builds in Isolation
Towel drops. Her hands on my hips, then chest, sliding down. Grips my half-hard cock. Strokes firm, eyes never leaving mine. I’m rock hard fast. Pushes me to bed, kneels. Pillow under knees. ‘The domination…’ Tongue flicks my tip, circles the head. Sucks it in—wet heat engulfs. Fuck. A year of nothing, now this. Mouth slides deep, hand pumps base. Eyes laugh up at me. She’s in control. I can’t move. Heart thuds, breaths short. Maladroit, shaking—first real touch in forever.
Sucks harder, tongue dances. Hands off, just mouth holding me captive. Gland throbs, sucked like vacuum. Soul pulling out. She knows I’m close—too long denied. Speeds up, hands on her tits now, pinching nipples. Moans vibrate my shaft. I warn? Can’t speak. Explode. Jets flood her mouth. Gulps every drop, throat works. Keeps sucking soft till I’m spent. Licks clean. Grins. ‘All swallowed.’
The Instant and Trace: Surrender and Shattered Innocence
Her turn. Lifts skirt—no panties. Black bush above slick lips. Top off—breasts bounce free, perfect, heavy. Presses them to my mouth. I suck nipples, she moans. Straddles my face. Pussy drips on lips. Tongue laps folds, salty sweet. Fingers dig her ass—firm, round. Sucks clit. Hips grind. Thumb probes hole, then two fingers plunge pussy. She bucks, cries out.
Turns—69. Her mouth devours my reviving cock. Ass in face. Spread cheeks, tongue rims anus. Finger circles, lubed by her juices. ‘One finger, gentle.’ Slides in slow—tight, hot grip. Fingers pussy too. She sucks fierce, jerks me. Can’t hold—second load erupts. Hits her face, tits. She cums hard, body quakes, holes clench my digits. Swallows rest. Kisses tip.
Pulls phone, selfies: cock in mouth, cum-glazed tits. ‘Your memory.’ Dresses, leaves airy. I collapse, wrecked. Dream? Phone proves it. Elevator hums—gone. Envelope on door: her number, promise of more. Innocence shattered. No more monk. Year ahead burns different now. Craved this. Got it. Heart still races recalling.
