Exchange numbers

"Sure, sure" I said as I pulled my phone out of my bag.

John pulled his out of his pocket and typed his password in.

"I never got your surname" he said.

"Wright"

"Ella Wright" he repeated as he typed it into his phone. He then handed it over to me to type my number in. I keyed in my number and passed it back. He then tapped a few more buttons and I felt my phone buzz in my hand. On the screen read:

Unknown Number

Hi! It's John Doe.

I held my finger down and added him to my contacts.

"I guess I'll be seeing you at training then?" He asked.

"Definitely, if you’re going."

Too creepy?

He took a step forward and we locked eyes. Time seemed to slow as we both instinctively leant towards each other. Our noses brushed as our mouths connected. His hands moved to my waist and I held his neck. We held it there for a couple of seconds, but I wish we could have stayed like that for an eternity.

John eventually pulled back, a huge smile on his face matched mine.

"I can't wait until next week" he said with a wave.

I waved back and stayed there until is disappeared into the darkness.

As soon as he was out of sight, I shot upstairs to my room and locked the door. It had been building inside of me all evening since I first saw him. I needed to release. I needed him.

But my vibrator would have to do for now.

I pulled my shirt over my head and almost ripped my sports bra off trying to free my tits. My nipples were so hard, I could cut steel with them, and just lightly pinching them made me want to scream out in ecstasy.

I have to be quiet. I don't want Megan and Zach to hear.

I hoped about on 1 foot, desperately trying to pull off my trainers and socks. Between the **** and my hornyness I could barely stand and had to prop myself up against the wall. I pulled off my trackies and slowly rubbed my pussy through my underwear. I was as wet as the Atlantic. The fact that it wasn't showing through my tracksuit was a miracle.

I pulled down my underwear and threw it into a corner. Crouching down, I pulled out my secret box and grabbed my silver bullet. I switched it on and immediately pressed it to my cliterous. I felt sparks fly across my body. My arm tensed up, pulling my source of pleaser with it. I tried again but instinctively pulled away. It was too much, my mind had never processed pleasure like this before.

I put the toy down and started fiddling with my clit with my hand. Even that was almost too much. As my left index finger ran circles around my left nipple, my right index flicked my cliterous from side to side. My middle finger started to explore deeper into my folds until they found my entrance. I grabbed my pillow and bit down in it to stop myself from screaming.

I could feel my orgasm was close but no matter what I did, I couldn’t find the sweet release I desired. My hips were bucking, I was screaming into the pillow but I couldn’t quite reach it. I needed something more.

I grabbed my dildo, switched it on and jammed it into my pussy. I missed my hole but it was just what I needed. I screamed again and again until my throat was raw, my hips bucking so wildly, my bed creaking could wake up the neighbours. But I didn’t care. My orgasm stayed for a good ten seconds before subsiding. I collapsed back down onto my bed, exhausted but shining in my afterglow. I couldn’t feel my body, I was almost completely numb.

I pulled the pillow out of my mouth. There were little rips where my teeth were. That was going to be hard to explain to someone. I moved my hand up to brush the hair out of my eyes. I could still smell John on my hand from when we kissed.

My heart rate started to increase again as I thought back to that moment in the door. How everything had just felt to perfect. So normal.

As the numbness subsided, I started feeling a tingle on my cliterous. I looked down. Subconsciously I had been holding my vibrator over it this whole time. I was about to turn it off when my thighs started to twitch again. I just couldn’t stop when there was a chance I could experience it again.

I started my normal routine of clit and nipple circling again. It felt good, but nowhere near what I was experiencing before. I needed to try something different.

I took the bullet in my left hand and slowly glided my right index into my vagina. I was so wet, it just glided in. I eventually hit my hymen, my cursed barrier to ultimate pleasure. I’d break it myself but I didn’t really want to go through the pain of it. I guess I was scared?

Still, there was plenty of room for what I needed. I slowly moved my middle finger in and then pulled both fingers out. I could barely fit my fingers in my hole, never mind the vibrator. Or a cock.

What sort of dick does John have? I hope it’s not too big, I don’t want it to hurt. But it better be big enough to feel. I need it so badly.

My fingers were moving in and out faster and faster.

What does a dick taste like? What does it feel like to suck on one, to really put it down your throat?

I was nearing the edge again. I bit my lip to hold back my moan.

Does he like my tits? My ass? The way he looked at me earlier made me feel so perfect.

My fingers left my pussy for the last time as my cum poured out. My left hand collapsed down in exhaustion, pulling my vibrator away. I laid there in complete bliss until the pulses of pleasure subsided and my heart rate returned to normal. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard my phone buzz.

John Doe

Hey! just wanted to say I really enjoyed this evening, glad you came with us. Looking forward to next week!