The perfect booty call: Lewis

Last Friday, I came home in the evening from some international work travel. It was one of those trips where I leave one afternoon, stay overnight, have an intense work day, then fly home. A booty call was not what I was hoping for.

I had made plans to see a girlfriend that night and canceled. I was exhausted emotionally and physically and wanted to cocoon in my own house.

Dan (the plumber) and I had earlier discussed I could possibly see him after I’d seen my girlfriend. I texted to tell him I’d canceled those plans and why, and if he wanted to come over and hang out he’d be welcome.We had an exceedingly annoying exchange during the car service ride home, wherein he waffled about whether he wanted to see me, then whether he wanted to come over or go out. I told him to forget it: my tolerance for bullshit was very low.

I got home, didn’t pour a glass of wine, but sat with my laptop at my kitchen counter. I did a couple hours of work – yes, at 8 pm on a Friday night, baller that I am. I did some writing. I researched how to import blog posts into Scrivener, a writing program (I can’t do it the way I want – all suggestions welcome).

I was exhausted yet didn’t want to go to sleep. I moved from counter to couch and got caught up on the last two Walking Dead episodes. It’s boring me at this point but I’m committed. Then I started the second season of The Crown, which doesn’t bore me at all.

My phone pinged at 10 pm – it was Lewis. He was replying to a text I’d sent a couple of days prior, about when he’d be free this week. He told me he was at a holiday party and asked where I was. “On my couch,” I replied. I asked why he was asking – a question I already knew the answer to.

He would arrive in less than 30 minutes.

“I hope you’re naked” was the next text.

“No, but I can be”

then

“It’s really cold in my living room”

I’d unlocked my front door so he could let himself in. I sat on my couch wrapped in a blanket.

He arrived, I poured him a drink, and within minutes his long fingers were between my legs and his mouth was latched on a breast.

“Can we go upstairs?”

He directed me to my bed, placing me on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me and swiftly entered me.

Lewis has a huge cock. He’s a cervix bruiser. When he’s fully hard (which isn’t al the time, to be fair) he’s almost 9 inches and thick. I will never tire of the feeling of that first penetration with him.

He is a cross-fitter and athlete, tall at 6’4″ and massive on all fronts. His hands on my (generous) ass make it feel small. He’s able to wrap them completely around my hips, and uses that ability to his advantage. His thighs are the size of my waist and his biceps are larger than my calves.

Fuelled by alcohol, Lewis was on fire.

He smacked my ass, hard.

“Oh god Ann, your pussy feels amazing. You’re so tight and wet for me.”

“It’s all because of you, babe.”

Lewis uses his strength and physicality to good use during sex. He can plank and fuck like a fiend. He flipped me over and put me on my back. I rested my feet on his shoulders, knees tucked up against my ears (I’m very flexible) and he pounded me harder than he’s ever done before.

“Oh Ann, she’s talking to me!” he said, as my pussy made crazily humorous squelching noises. I found myself wondering if my hip bones would be bruised the next day. I knew my cervix would be sore.

He pulled out and immediately went down on me. He held my legs down and didn’t relent. He could feel the orgasm building. He knows to not stop, even when I start to squirm under his bulk. He mouth stays latched on and he keeps going.

As my longest “relationship” after my marriage, Lewis and I have had a lot of sex together. Solo and in groups. While on occasion he’s been tender and sensual, usually it’s hard.

This time was something else. He fully slammed his body into me, over and over. He was stronger and far more intense than usual.

I can feel my insides protesting, still.

He switched from fucking me in various positions to going down on me. Over and over. As I would cum in his mouth he’d encourage me with “um hummm?” as he splayed his hands on either side of my ass or my hips, or holding my hands down on either side of me.

When he was finally done he rolled onto his back and said: “I need you to ride me now”. I was very happy to oblige. It’s one of my favorite positions, especially with someone so hung.

He never cums. In all the time we’ve had sex it’s happened less than a dozen times. Through lots of masturbation over the years, he trained himself such that he needs a ton of stimulation. I’ve been able to make it happen someones quicker on top, but this wasn’t one of those times.

As I rode him, he told me how much I needed a second cock in my ass and a third in my mouth. “Would you like that, Ann?” he asked, knowing the answer is “hell yeah”. “I need to take your ass next time – last time Clark got to and I want it next.” We are going to try to make it happen this week.

We fucked for well over an hour. He’d achieved my “cums”, my pussy talked to him, gripped his cock with each big orgasm, my inner thighs shook, and he even got me giggling. Sometimes when I’m completely overwhelmed with the intensity, I giggle uncontrollably. Lewis knows all of this and considers all those signs an accomplishment.

“Ann, I feel fucking incredible. Thank you so much.”

“Babe, that’s what I call a win-win.”

He got dressed and I put on a nightgown. He didn’t try to hide his appreciation of my curves. “Wow, I like you in that,” he said.

I walked him to the front door. He kissed me and put his fingers between my legs again. “Sit down,” he said, so I put my butt on the stairs. He pulled me forward ever so slightly and knelt a few stairs below me, put his face between my legs and started to lick, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand.

I didn’t feel the cold.

He gave me one more orgasm there in my front hall.

Incredibly, I wanted more sex.

“Do you have to go to Cross-Fit tomorrow morning? Can you stay?” I asked.

“Ann, If I don’t go to Cross-Fit, I can’t keep fucking you like that.”

I conceded the point, and Lewis my second-longest relationship and booty call walked off into the dark cold night.

30 thoughts on “The perfect booty call: Lewis

  1. Awesome…. I’m jealous! Lol

    …..as someone going through the ‘change’ and as I said before, dabbling in the lifestyle- it’s so hard for me to make plans or be spontaneous because I seem to have that monthly visitor more often than Not :/

    • That’s tough. Have you tried Softcups? Not sure which country you’re in, but they are available in the US. They are a round disc that reminds me of a diaphragm, and you can wear them during sex. I tried one for the first time recently; I didn’t feel it and although my partner could a bit, he said it wasn’t distracting.

  2. WOW!!! I think that’s just what you needed, and evidently Lewis, too. I’m sure that helped you fell better and get a great night’s sleep!

  3. I was painting the nursery for my soon-to-be-born grandchild last night, looked at the roller, and realized just how big 9 inches is! DAMN!!!

  4. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t enjoy that big a cock. Though I’ve never been one to measure, so I wouldn’t know exactly. I don’t like to feel pain internally, so that would be a big no-no for me.
    But I’m glad you got a win-win for once, seems like it was just what you needed afer what you’ve recently been through.

    I’m looking forward to crazy hot sex soon, but I’m so tired, emotionally and physically, that I’m not sure I’d be up for it.

    One way or another, I’m looking forward to my lover’s arms next week. Finally!
    XO

  5. That was some incredible booty call!!
    I am with you I just love being on top, I am not sure about the him not cumming though, for me that would kind of feel incomplete.

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