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Public Group active 12 years, 1 month agoWe met once before. A chance meeting between strangers turned into raw yearning unfulfilled only due to the geographical distance between us. We'd spent countless evenings online telling each other, in great detail, what we'd do to each other. How he'd touch me, how I'd take him in my mouth, how he'd sink himself inch by inch into me. We choreographed a million different versions of the first moment we saw each other. Finally, we ended up in the same city for an evening. We didn't have much time. I messaged him when I was on my way. His reply: "Wait at this intersection. I'll come find you." When I arrived, I waited against the wall of a corner bar, nerves rising. Which direction would he come from? What was it going to be like to see his face again? Our first and only meeting was less than 24 hours total. We sent feverish messages and pictures every day, but he was still a stranger to me. I fantasized often about the calm, measured cadence of his voice and the look in his eye when he watched me undress, but the memories of our first encounter had faded through time. I didn't know how to handle seeing him again. I resorted to looking at my phone so I wouldn't explode in nerves watching him walk up. Then he was there, standing within arms reach. Me: "Hey." Him: "Hey." Suddenly I was shy. He must have sensed it too. All that yearning and staring at each other through computer screens, and now we could touch each other. But we didn't. We set off on a walk, wandering only vaguely towards a random destination. We made small talk about everything but what we really wanted to talk about – the sights we walked past, random stories about family and friends. Familiarizing ourselves with the other again. Anticipation building the entire time. We came to a semi-isolated spot where he asked me to fulfill a promise I made. He's a man with a strong personality – some may even say "pushy" – but to me, his firm, leading actions wake a dark, submissive side of me. The promise – sit close together in some inconspicuous place. Slide my panties off, give it to him, and let him replace what I'd taken off with his fingers. I wanted to obey, but I was too nervous. He sat too far away to pull off my panties himself, and as reunited strangers, he didn't know how far to push me. He teased me while we sat together, watching people walk by with no idea of what we were negotiating. To my great disappointment, I couldn't follow through. It was too overwhelming, and we hadn't laid a finger on each other yet. Luckily, he knew how to handle me. We resumed walking. Before I knew it, we entered an office. He was a businessman, and he had the keys to his own office so we could speak in private. But there were installed security cameras, so he lead me outside onto a fire escape. Both of us were about to burst if we didn't touch each other, so he finally pulled me into his arms. Our bodies crushed together, my chest against his and we buried ourselves into each other. Him: "I can feel your heart racing." I had kept my cool this entire time, not wanting to give away how badly I wanted him. I would have been embarrassed, except that I could feel his heart beating just as quickly as mine. I told him so. We laughed. Then our lips found each other. My hands slipped under his shirt, running my hands over every inch of his chest so I could remember every detail. His hands were in my hair, down my sides, grabbing me through my dress. It was the height of summer and our skin was slick with sweat, but it didn't matter. He was with me, flesh and blood, this man I had confessed my darkest fantasies to. He needed to feel me as urgently as I needed him. He stood a step above me on the fire escape, unzipped his pants, and pulled out the cock I'd been yearning for all this time. His hand on the back of my head, gentle yet firm, gave me the permission I needed to put my lips to his cock and taste him for the first time. His rock hard cock slid past my lips and into my mouth. I spiraled my tongue around the ridge of the head, probing every crease with the tip of my tongue to feel every inch. I alternated sucking, licking, gripping the shaft, pulling his hips towards me, and it still wasn't enough. I needed all of him. I pushed him as far back into my mouth as I could until I gagged. At one point, he stopped me, telling me to pause to remember this moment, and I told him there was no way I'd forget. I went back to work on him, on my knees on the step beneath him on the fire escape, fucking my mouth with his cock. He was so hard, but I could feel him stiffening even more when he warned me: Him: "You have to stop!" I pulled him instantly out of my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to feel his cum shoot into my mouth for the first time, see what he tasted like, feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, but there was something I needed. Something I was dying for, and I couldn't leave without getting it. Him: "Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice rose in surprise after I had been so shy. He had expected me to back out entirely. Me: "Yes." I whispered — begged, really. I pulled down my panties. My short dress left me covered, but now he had access. While people spilled out onto a fire escape one building over from a party, I straddled him and sank his cock into my aching pussy. It had gotten so wet and pulsing with desire that he impaled me easily. All the way down, until my freshly shaved pussy met the base. After months of working each other up day and night, he was finally inside me. I planted my feet and rode him furiously. It was hot, sweaty, and we were in view of any of the buildings facing us, but we didn't care. We needed each other. I wanted to go slow to feel every inch sinking into me, but something had taken over and I couldn't stop. He promised his cock to me, and my hungry pussy couldn't get enough. I sank the entire weight of my body onto him with every thrust, uncontrollable. I rose up until the head of his cock was only barely parting my lips, then sank all the way down. I paused for breath, seated on his thighs with my pussy lips sank to the base, feeling his incredible fullness inside me, hitting places deep inside that no toy or fingers could satisfy. Every thrust only made me need more friction, more of him, deeper, faster, fuller. I rode him until I ran out of strength, then he took over and positioned himself behind me and pulled my hips back to slide me onto his cock. We fucked in the summer heat, all of the risk of being seen forgotten in that shared moment of him inside me, finally, after waiting forever for each other. The entire encounter was maybe three hours, at the most. It was forever, and it flashed by in a second. I haven't seen him again since, but the next time we meet, there won't be any hesitation. What sir wants, sir gets. HisProperty
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