I'm a size two who runs five times a week, lifts weights just enough to give my arms definition without bulk, I have full B-cups. This is a true story.
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I was always on top. In high school, in college, in law school, and even now. But I'd never been on top like this before. Fucking forty-three floors above the pavement, in the penthouse condo of a new luxury building in the city, on top of my new boyfriend, with lights on staring up at the ceiling.
I'd only known him a month, we'd only dated for two, and having only had sex with two other guys in my life, Josh was by far the fastest to succeed. We'd met at the firm, we were both first year associates and met at orientation. He'd pursued pretty hard, and I'd avoided him. But I was new to the city, and he was persistent and then charming, and I'd wondered earlier that day whether I was falling in love with him.
Josh played with me at first, taking my clothes off without letting me touch anything. Not the buttons on my clothes and certainly not him. He had me naked on the floor, wondering how far I would let this go, thinking whether I could stand the cold hard wood floors, and then he was kissing me anywhere but my mouth. My neck, my breasts, my legs. He was rubbing my legs, I could feel my self glistening with sweat and anticipation. And then he kissed my lips as he slipped a finger inside me. And as he finger fucked me, slowly and then slowly faster, he let me touch him. I was frantic to tear his clothes off, I was soaking wet, he was pushing me closer...closer.
I tore his shirt with my first orgasm. I was out of control.
He got out of his clothes, and I lay panting beneath him, breathless in anticipation. He was larger than the other two I'd been with. He slid in slowly and despite his girth and my tightness, effortlessly, because I was soaking.
We'd fucked on the floor, and then we fucked on his mahogany table and then when I finally got him to beneath me, his back on the table, I fucked him on the table and felt my self building again. He was pounding me from below and I was grinding him from above. The thin layer of sweat around me was burning, I could feel him pressing me closer and closer. I put one hand on his chest, leaned back, grabbed my breast with the other and screamed at the ceiling as I came, and came and came. The waves subsided as he continued fucking me. I grinned at looked down at him. He grabbed my hips and started really fucking me now, my tits were all other the place, I was moaning—
Through my reflection in the window I saw a light flicker on. A man was staring at me, from a room a few floors down, in a different building across the street. The man was smiling.
