Am I solo or did you want to join?

I’m the type of woman who thrives on a constant supply of sex. Upset? Sex cheers me up. Bored? Sex entertains me. Angry? Sex gives me somewhere to channel the anger. And that’s where I found myself on Friday night. Angry and upset and looking for somewhere to release it.
I was angry because my ex had tried again, and lied, and repeated the same cycle we always have.

So I came on AMM. Opened my inbox that has been flooded with messages from men who enjoyed my last story, and scrolled to someone I’ve managed to bump into several times now on this site. Mostly niceties, how have you been, the usual backwards and forwards type of messages between two people who were busy with life but also aligned on why the other was there. For when the time was right, some no strings attached fun. We had met up once before, he ticked all the boxes. And it just so happened that the right time had come around again.

I message matter-of-factly, “free tonight?” To a response of “just about to head out… why do you ask?”. Ugh… always the way, aligning schedules has always been the biggest cock block. “Just looking for something fun”. And then he went offline while leaving my message on read. I don’t usually have to ask a man twice on this site, it’s a mixture of ratio men to women and I would like to think that most people I speak online with know how genuine I am. When the right time aligns, we both will make it worth it, and always wanting to come back for more ;)
So I continue to scroll and see who else is online, a new potential man just waiting for a woman like me to connect with.
Then I get a notification for my inbox, a simple message from him, “meet me at my place in 45 mins” my reply “done x” before I scramble through previous messages trying to find the address.

Thankfully I’d already showered, just to slip into something a bit more appeasing… My vibrant blue body suit would be perfect for the occasion. It buttons together down near my pussy lips, sits high enough on my ass to show off the curve, and holds my tits in a way that is almost impossible to not want to have your head snuggled in between them. The fabric against my skin feels incredible and sensual, and the constant pull between my pussy lips will have me dripping wet on the drive over.

As I drive I think back to our last encounter, where he took me into the separate lounge room, bent me over a huge corner lounge and fucked me from behind with a series of strong, well timed thrusts. This man has the low lying kind of balls, the ones I can hear slap against me while being fucked in this position. Sure enough, my pussy begins to moisten at the thought.

I park at the front, a little bit away from the house. I’m always mindful of men and their surroundings, no one needs a nosy neighbour asking questions in the morning. I walk up to the front door and notice that most of the lights are off, it’s quite dark inside the house but see some light at the back. I knock on the door with no reply. I grab my phone to message and realize I’ve not noticed a notification come through. It’s a message of “super sorry, my mate is here but he should leave soon. If you get here just come through to the back and we will be outside”
I start to think about how much I really don’t want to do small talk with him and his friend. My plans were to fuck away my anger from earlier and relieve the tension I could feel that has built up inside me. I think about just leaving but now that I’ve come all the way out here I don’t want to go home to a drawer full of toys that can fill my pussy but does not leave the same as that hard fucked feeling.

I walk in and to the backyard where I see them both, casually sitting with a couple of beers, stoking a fire in the fire pit. Laughing between each other about something that occurred that day. They must be work mates of some sort. Both a slight rough around the edges kind of man, one blonde one brunette, strong arms, some visible tattoos like most men these days and an air of confidence lingers over them both. Like they both know that they are attractive men, but humble enough to appreciate a woman has a pick of men for the most part. They offer me a beer however I’m more of a bourbon kind of girl. I go to the bar and pour myself a drink, at the very least I can sit and try to enjoy myself until he leaves, until the real enjoyment starts.

We talk and chat and drink and before I know it the time starts getting away from us. I excuse myself to use the bathroom and can feel my body completely relaxed and loose, a familiar feeling after just a couple of drinks. After washing my hands I adjust my hair, checking my makeup in the mirror, making sure everything is still in place. I’ve recently cut my hair shorter, shoulder length, makes it easier to manage and comfortable to wear out 90 percent of the time now. Most people wouldn’t call me hot, I’m more of a “cute” woman. I don’t turn heads when I walk in a room, and I can blend in with a crowd. But it’s the casual and comfortable look that I find men are pulled in by. Still attractive in a way that when a man looks at me, he can picture me with my lips wrapped around his cock, my hair falling to the sides as I look up at him. Blonde, pale skin, plenty of freckles from time in the sun despite my paleness. My eyes sparkle with my mood, particularly if I’m turned on. And as I look in the mirror I can see the sparkle I’ve been told I have. I run my hands through my hair and down my neck, I feel the top of my boobs just sitting up enough for some cleavage to be present. I run my hands slowly down over my dress and can feel the fabric rub against the blue one piece I have on underneath. I trace the line of the body suit over the top of my ass and then trace my fingers under and around the curve of my ass that is showing at the bottom. As I follow the outline of the bodysuit high on my hips and back down as it veers between my legs and down in between my pussy lips. I slip my finger just inside the suit and can feel the softness of my manicured bush. I’ve always been smooth shaven for most of my life however my recent ex encouraged me to keep a little bush, and despite him being the reason I find myself angry and horny in this bathroom, I quite like my little bush that has grown.

I start to think about the pull my suit has between my pussy lips and how good it looks in the mirror, such a vibrant blue. I slip my finger inside and feel my moist pussy lips. I’ve always been quite easy to get wet, men seem to love it, I’ve always been a little self conscious about it. But the feeling is quite sensitive and incredible really. I slip just my one finger in my hole just a little and feel the warmth and moistness as my pussy opens up for my finger to delve inside. I run my finger in a circle motion and widen my hole just a little until half my finger is inside and I can start to feel against the wall of my pussy. I pull my finger out and it slips out easily now and finds its way to my clit. With my finger I slowly circle around my clit and can feel the tingling sensation that runs from all the nerve endings into my body and down my legs to my toes. I spread my pussy lips apart a bit more and with 2 fingers start to massage my clit and work it with the incredible feeling it starts to create. I can feel my whole body start to relax, like the tension is ready to take a back seat to this amazing, moist, fluid feeling I’m getting from the pressure I’m applying to my clit. I let out a moan as my fingers find the right spot over and over again with just the right amount of pressure to build up the feeling inside. My left hand is grabbing the edge of the sink to steady myself while my right hand is working away at my pussy.

I hear a click at the door and my eyes snap open and I see the friend in the bathroom with me. The sound must have been him closing the door behind as he entered. I’m shocked and stunned and was completely not expecting this man to find me in this state in the bathroom. Before I get a chance to figure out what to do with my shock he is behind me, pulling my dress over my head so I’m standing there with just my bodysuit on. He holds me close to his body, a mixture of warmth, and the smell of alcohol and cologne mixed together. His right hand wraps around me and replaces the space where my hand was before I had company. His left hand traces along my neck and holds my face slightly to the left so my neck is bare and open where he traces kisses down my neckline. As he holds me in this place close to his body, I can feel the warm, moist, rumbling sensation building within my pussy. I can be loud at times, sometimes too loud, and I can feel myself begin to get loud with my moans and whimpers of the sensations starting to consume my whole body. But I get carried away with the feeling building within me as it builds and builds until I scream out with the orgasm releasing and my body is shaking with the release.

I open my eyes and look at my reflection in the mirror. My face is flushed of that just orgasmed look, my hair a little dishevelled and I am lightly panting as my body settles. He still holds me close to his body kissing down my neck. To the right of our two bodies I can see the man who I initially came over to have fun with, grinning by from ear to ear and I wonder how long he has been there. “Let’s move to the bedroom” he says and they lead me out into the bedroom…