I Ran Into Noelia Again and Everything Happened with the Door Wide Open
What I’m going to tell you is true; it happened to me a few years ago with Noelia. I met her long before anything serious happened between us, one ordinary night in a bar in the city center. From the very first minute there was a strange tension between us, the kind that doesn’t need words. That night we danced pressed close, very close, but nothing more happened.
Over time we stayed in touch from a distance, first with loose messages and then almost only with photos. They were selfies with some phrase over them, a way of keeping the conversation alive. But, month by month, those photos kept getting hotter without either of us saying it out loud.
I’ve always been a tall guy, just over six foot one, slim, with a short beard that the women I’d been with usually liked. Nothing out of the ordinary, but I do all right.
Noelia is rather petite, around five foot three. She has long, straight chestnut hair and large, slightly slanted honey-colored eyes that give her an impossible-to-ignore feline look. She isn’t skinny and she has nothing to spare: she’s pure curves, wide hips and a round, firm ass that sways on its own when she walks. The kind that makes you want to dig your fingers in.
And her breasts. Her breasts drive me crazy. Generous, the biggest I’d ever had in my hands, with nipples so pale they almost blended into the rest of her skin and went hard the moment I touched her.
We had exchanged a ton of photos. She loved sending me her tits free of anything that pressed against them, and more than once I answered by showing her the effect they had on me. But with all those long-distance sessions, in person we still hadn’t crossed the line. Until one mild day in early March.
She lived and studied on the outskirts of my city. That afternoon I went to pick her up when class ended. She was wearing a low-cut black crop top that left her navel and half her stomach bare, hugging and highlighting that chest that looked tight and round. On the bottom, pants that clung to her curves like a second skin, mercilessly outlining her ass and leaving little to the imagination.
We greeted each other with a hug in which she shamelessly pressed her breasts against me. I got hard instantly. I took her face in both hands, my fingers resting on her neck, and kissed her. The kiss started slowly, almost like something out of a movie, as if time had stopped. But we heated up almost immediately. I slid my hands down to her waist and pulled her against me so she could feel what she had done to me. That set her off: she started kissing me hungrily, tongues fighting, biting lips, the taste of the two of us mixing together.
When we finally pulled apart, we headed toward her place. We had fifteen minutes on the bus ahead of us and barely let our mouths leave each other. We devoured each other with kisses nonstop, tongues deep in each other’s mouths.
At one point Noelia pulled back a little and looked at me hard, with a face that made me even harder. She bit her lip, brazenly, and slid her hand over the top of my pants along the full length of my erection, squeezing, stroking slowly. She was jerking me off through the fabric, teasing me, tempting me to pull it out right there. I was close. But the bus was already reaching her stop. We got off both of us with ragged breathing and tension ready to burst.
The short stretch from the stop to her building I covered groping her without the slightest attempt at subtlety. I squeezed her ass, digging my fingers into that firm flesh, and fondled her breasts over the top, feeling them spill between my hands. I did it almost like punishment for how provocative she’d been on the bus, not caring whether some neighbor might be looking out the window.
As soon as we got into her house I got a surprise. Sitting on the sofa, headphones on and the controller in his hands, was her brother glued to the game console. He didn’t even look up at the TV when we came in.
Noelia tried to introduce us, but she didn’t even finish the sentence. The guy lifted a hand in greeting without taking his eyes off the screen and muttered a dry “hey.”
She didn’t waste a second. She grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hallway to her room. She didn’t even bother to close the door. She left it wide open, as if she didn’t care at all that her brother was a few feet away.
As soon as we crossed the threshold she turned to me. She shoved me against the wall, pressed her body to mine and slipped her tongue into my mouth without warning. She started kissing me hungrily, moaning softly, her saliva mixing with mine. Her breasts, big and heavy, were crushed against me, and with one hand she grabbed my neck to kiss me deeper.
Her mouth was hot and wet. She kissed like she wanted to fuck me with her tongue alone. She sucked, bit my lip, plunged her tongue in again, tangling it with mine in a dirty, noisy way. The sound of our kisses carried through the whole room. And the door stayed open.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if her brother decided to come closer and caught us. The idea had me on edge. So did it for her: the risk seemed to turn her on even more. She bit my lip hard, looked at me with those eyes and started undressing. She grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head in one motion.
Her breasts bounced free at once, heavy and perfect. She took her bra off in a hurry and threw it to the floor. They were left completely exposed, with the already hard nipples pointing at me. I didn’t hesitate. I took that breast in both hands, feeling its weight and how soft it was, and took one straight to my mouth.
I started sucking it hungrily, drawing on the nipple while circling it with my tongue. I nibbled, licked, squeezed it between my fingers. Noelia let out a low moan and grabbed my head, burying my face between the two. I switched to the other with the same hunger, alternating, spitting on each nipple before eating it so I’d leave them shining. I pressed them together so I could take both into my mouth at once while she panted and, with her hand, pinched the one I’d left free.
While I was devouring her breasts, she started undressing me. She yanked my T-shirt up with eager hands and stripped it off almost in one pull, scratching my chest as she did. She moved her hands down, unbuckled my belt, opened the button on my pants and slipped her hand inside, grabbing me over my boxer briefs.
“Fuck… you’re huge,” she whispered, squeezing me.
She yanked my pants and boxer briefs down to my ankles in one pull. I was exposed in front of her, hard and throbbing. Noelia wrapped her whole hand around me and started jerking me off slowly while I kept my face buried between her breasts, sucking and drooling like a desperate man.
The door was still open. In the living room, her brother. And she, the shameless bitch, seemed to enjoy having us like that, almost waiting for us to get caught.
She looked at me with a wicked smile, her breasts still shining with my saliva, and lowered herself on tiptoe until she was kneeling in front of me.
“Fuck my tits,” she asked, her voice hoarse.
She took both breasts in her hands, lifted them and wrapped them around me. The heat and softness of her flesh were brutal. I disappeared between them, only the tip showing at the top. She started moving them up and down, slowly and tight at first, sliding thanks to the saliva that filthy girl kept spitting every time she saw me stick out.
“Your tits drive me crazy,” I growled.
She sped up, squeezing them hard while moving them fast, creating a hot, wet channel. From time to time she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip as it rose, leaving threads of saliva dripping over her skin. Her breasts bounced and collided with each movement, making that wet, obscene sound.
And then she suddenly stopped. She looked at me with a wicked smile. Without saying a word, she stood up, completely naked from the waist up, her chest shining and a little red from the friction. She turned around and walked out of the room exactly as she was, tits out, her ass outlined in those pants, barefoot down the hallway. She didn’t even try to cover herself.
A few seconds later she came back. This time she was carrying a small glass bowl full of ice cubes. She knelt in front of me again, set the bowl on the floor and took one out. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly ran the ice over her already wet breasts, circling the nipples. The contrast of the cold made them even harder and a moan slipped out of her. Then, with malice, she took me and started rubbing the cube directly over the tip, lowering it little by little as the ice melted and the cold water dripped down my shaft.
She took the same cube she had just dragged over my whole body and, looking into my eyes with a filthy expression, put it in her mouth. She closed her lips around it, sucked it with pleasure and let it chill her from the inside.
Without saying a word, she leaned forward, opened her mouth and swallowed me in one motion.
“Fuck!” I growled at the contrast.
Her mouth was icy. The cold of the ice mixed with her hot saliva created an incredibly intense sensation. She started sucking me hard, bobbing her head up and down while the cube was still inside, rubbing against me with every movement. The cold burned with pleasure. She moaned with her mouth full, the wet sound filling the room. The ice melted fast and the cold water mixed with her saliva, dripping and running over her breasts.
“What a huge cock you have,” she kept saying every time she paused to catch her breath.
“This is the first time I haven’t swallowed you whole,” she added.
Those compliments only made me swell with pride and arousal. She quickened her pace, sucking harder, making wet noises as she sucked me off with the ice still inside. Now and then she pulled away, stuck out her ice-cold tongue and gave me long, slow licks from bottom to top before taking me back to the back of her throat.
The contrast between the cold of the ice and the heat of her throat was insane. My legs were shaking and I had to make a huge effort not to groan too loudly, because the door was still open.
Noelia looked up at me from below, eyes watering and full of desire, her mouth busy and traces of melting ice on her lips. She pulled me out for a moment, spat a thick thread of cold saliva and whispered:
“Come in my mouth.”
And then she lunged back, sucking hard, looking up at me from below. The ice was almost gone now, but her mouth was still cold and soaked, and every pass drove me closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come…” I warned, voice breaking, grabbing her hair.
Instead of pulling away, she moaned with my cock in her mouth and sped up, sucking deeper, as if desperate to wring everything out of me. She took me all the way to the back of her throat while her breasts swayed, bumping against my thighs.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a low growl, I squeezed her head and started coming hard. The first burst exploded inside her. Noelia’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t pull away. She kept sucking while I filled her mouth. I shot again and again, thick and abundant; her tongue moved, gathering it all, but there was so much that it spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin until it fell onto her breasts.
She moaned like a crazy woman, her mouth completely full. She kept her lips tight, sucking every last drop, swallowing noisily what she could while she looked at me with pure lust.
When I finally pulled out, still half-hard and shining, she slowly opened her lips. She showed me how her tongue and the inside of her cheeks looked before closing her mouth and swallowing hard, her face showing pleasure as she felt it go down.
A thick thread was still hanging from her lip. She caught it with her finger, put it in her mouth and sucked it while looking at me with a satisfied smile. Then she stood up, came closer, grabbed my neck and gave me a deep, filthy kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth so I could taste my own flavor. We kissed like that for a few seconds, sharing what was left, until she pulled away with that same lustful look with which it had all begun.