Beatrice spent the most of Sunday planning the details of her house makeover- she knew that, while she would rather never host people over to fuck her that she'd have to abandon- she should have it as an option, and her house was entirely too old-person. She also ignored a few messages from Joe- she didn't have the heart to block him yet, but she absolutely didn't want to engage with him any more. Especially seeing as he'd asked her on a coffee date. Nope, can't settle down with one person. She tried not to focus on how that thought caused a spike of anxiety.
She caught herself feeling her smooth skin and cupping her little perky boobs more than a couple times while ordering what she hoped was "fashionable" decor online. She couldn't help but grin every time.
Beatrice opened up the dating app and swiped a few men. She knew she shouldn't have high standards but she also knew her ability to be attracted to a man was inversely proportional to how much they talked about the gym on their profile.
A few guys she quite liked the look of suddenly stopped replying when asked if they wanted to have sex today. Cowards, she thought. As she kept looking, she thought back on the good feeling she'd felt right before Joe came in her the day before- she wanted more. She'd made herself orgasm with dildos throughout her life but never had her ex's cock got even close. Joe didn't succeed, but it was a start.
She poured herself a glass of wine to sip while swiping- thought it might soften the nerves. A guy very eagerly showed her his fully erect cock, but he immediately asked for a nude in return and when she immediately refused, he blocked her.
Eventually she found a young man, Sam, who was horny and eager. He started off by complimenting her body- she'd uploaded a new pic of her with some cleavage, although this was mostly thanks to a tightly fitting bra helping her out. She felt a little giddy at the attention and compliments. He mentioned he had some time in between classes at the nearby university, and Beatrice jumped at the idea, liking that they'd be on a time schedule of his making so she didn't have to spend too much time on this.
She wore that tight bra and a work blouse that was the most low-cut thing she owned- despite that it still didn't show off much, but it did hug her figure in a way she liked. Beatrice powerwalked to his address, feeling a little apprehensive, and knocked on his door.
The scruffy-haired face of Sam answered the door. "Yo, Beau? Damn, you're even fitter than in the photos." Beatrice blushed hard and looked at the floor. "You coming in?"
Beatrice let him lead her to the bedroom, and let him take off her clothes while he kissed her passionately. She returned the favour in kind, although perhaps with less enthusiasm.
Sam got her to lie on the bed and spread her legs. Her unshaven pussy was exposed to him. She hadn't really thought much about grooming it- now she suddenly worried about what Sam thought, with his face so close to her unruly bush. Her thoughts were soon emptied out of her head though as Sam started licking at her clit. He knew where it was and that was more than she expected. And it didn't feel bad at all- she moaned softly with his head between her thighs.
Beatrice gripped the bed as she felt a finger slide into her- Sam was still eating her out but had upped the game. He really knew what to do, proven by her moans getting louder. Sam got faster, and Beatrice gripped the bedsheets. Another finger entered her, perfectly touching her in all the right places. She could feel an orgasm building. "Don't stop Sam..." she panted. A grunt was the reply she got, and an increase in speed, his fingers almost milking her pussy. The sensations rose, her body felt light, and as the orgasm crashed into her like a wave, she screamed out. Her legs squeezed Sam's head between her thighs and her entire body shook. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Euphoric.
Sam slowed and looked at her, grinning. He seemed proud of himself, and Beatrice thought he deserved it. She could barely find any words. "Fuck..." was all that left her lips. Sam kissed up from her thigh, stomach, around her nipples which he gave a little soft bite, up her neck and to her mouth. She could feel his face still wet from her juices. She didn't mind.
