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She's Not My Type But Fuck; Part 1  

Squirt_Professor 70M/56F
76 posts
8/9/2021 12:28 pm
She's Not My Type But Fuck; Part 1

One of my girlfriends, a hippy , has an eclectic group of friends which includes people and especially women from multiple walks of life. Some work in the corporate world and very much look the part in respect to clothing, makeup, and appearance. Then she has a some that are stay at home moms tend to dress for confront, being around , taking care of a family and home, and wearing little to no makeup. Additionally, she has her friends from childhood and those fostered by her parents, friends not , can be counted as hold-over hippies, earth or nature . I fall between moms, post mom, and working , my hobbies take me into the earth or nature realm as I’m a “river rat” spending as much of my free time on the local rivers and streams pursuing my passion of collecting rocks and gems. Spending my free time and days off in clothing that allows me to get socially acceptably wet, if you know what I mean.
My friends do not know that I am bi-sexual enjoying the pleasures of a woman’s body as much if not more than a man’s. If they have an idea as to my orientation they have never asked and I have never told. I do not seek partners from within my close group of friends nor do I take dating advice and certainly not set ups from my friends.

On this day, a few months ago, as we were slumming and just catching up on recent events in our lives another of her friends stopped by to say h As she and I did not know one another we were introduced. Now; this woman while extremely attractive is not my type and still her attractiveness was and is alluring. I prefer petite women, smaller than me as I am 5 foot 7 inches tall , toned, with<b> shoulder </font></b>length dark hair, large breast, and my shapely legs make up the majority of my body which I usually highlight in cut-offs or shorts (remember river-rat) and occasionally a short skirt sans any panties. I also prefer women with hair in brown, chestnut, red, or even salt and pepper but definitely not blonde which this woman was. This woman, Chris, is my height, slimmer than me, while not athletic she is in great shape, breasts that are full and lifted with perfect nipples. Her legs are shapely and long meeting a nice tight ass that shows it’s shape quite wonderfully in the clothing she wears. She is not petite, just as I am not, and fuck she is a blonde! So very much; NOT my type, right?

The three of us spent a couple of hours talking with the two of us getting know the other. During a private moment, when our mutual friend stepped into another room, Chris sprang into action. She came closer to me, her hand caressing my bare arm, and then clasping and pulling me into her chest up against her breast whispered into my ear that she wants to get to know me better. As she was starting to pull away she sucked my earlobe into her mouth, nibbled it, and drew me closer, firmer against her breast. She let go and stepped away just prior to our friend re-entering. I stood there feeling it! The wetness building between my legs, pushing forward, covering my lips, and the tingling within my clit was screaming, I want her! I set down, pressing my legs together, trying to suppress the building surge within my pussy and clit, both the increasing wetness and my now quivering clit. I thought; dammit she’s not my type, I like to dominate a smaller woman, pull her down into my mouth as she mounts me and I eat her pussy. I like to hold her firmly against my lips as I drive my tongue as deep into her pussy as I possibly can. As she squirms with her first orgasm approaching I enjoy sucking her clit between my lips, holding her to my while fucking her clit by sucking it in and of my mouth. At the same time I pump two or three fingers deep into her pussy, pressuring her G-spot finally she explodes, spraying her cum into my mouth and over my face.
I think, she does not fit this picture. I cannot do the things I like; I can’t get off watching her reactions to what I do to her. But; FUCK she is attractive, her features are beautiful, mmmmm maybe…, fuck, I’m still wet and my clit is throbbing.

I make an excuse that will allow me to leave. As I stand I hope that my legs pressed together have contained my juices within the soaked crotch of my cut-offs and thankfully feel my clit subside in it’s throbbing at least just a bit. We all walk to the door and once there my friend hugs me. Releasing our hug Chris steps in, grabs me pulling me into her arms while hugging our breast together. Shit; I feel my clit leap forward, I feel my hood slid back over it as my nipples harden against Chris’ breast. Fuck; I feel the wall of juices break forward, drenching my already soaked crotch and with the slightest hue of red crossing my cheeks I feel some of my pussy juices streaming down my thighs.
I break away from Chris hoping to hide my hard nipples pressing, dam near ripping through my top while desperately I hope that no will notice the shiny lines of juices running down my thighs. As I walk toward my car I hear the door behind me shut and I race my hand between my legs tracing up the line on my thighs, collecting my juices on my fingers. Reaching the car, I open the door, set down and proceed to suck my fingers clean of my own juices.

I pull away, driving down the road I pull over, unzip my cut-offs pulling them down just enough get my hand and fingers room to pump my pussy and rub my clit all the while thinking and wondering what it would be like to eat Chris and have her eat me. Within minutes I gain my release, feeling the wonderful surge of pressure within my pussy as I squirt a torrent of cum, covering my fingers, my hand, my cut-offs, and car seat. I rapidly lick and suck the cum from my fingers and hand then clean as much from my pussy and legs once again licking and sucking my fingers clean, wipe as much of my sweet nectar from my cut-offs as I can and again enjoy my own sweetness.

As I drive home I think, okay now I have to get by any family members that may be there. My cut-offs are still wet and becoming wetter, I know the aroma of sex will surround me and trial after me as I cannot stop thinking about Chris.

Thinking about her pussy, wondering if it is clean shaved, wondering it if it taste sweet like mine, wondering what it will be like to go off the reservation and experience a woman outside my norm. FUCK, I’m excited and I can’t wait!



MisterXTC1000 59M
367 posts
8/10/2021 10:09 am

Mmmmm your stories are wonderful as always. You should have as they say gone with the flow if you know what I mean.


Squirt_Professor 70M/56F
64 posts
8/11/2021 5:21 am

Thanks for the comment and the complement! To see if I went with the flow you should read Part 2. K&L, Shelly


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