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Storytime #2. For a bit more background on me, read this (SHAMELESS PLUG!) http://ift.tt/1Jxi5eJ Alright, so quick background. I'm 22, this story is from late-summer-2014, about 4 months ago. I'm a small-town boy, went to a small, incredibly specialized college, and had my first real life experience when I got a job and moved to a state-school college town. I was a virgin for 21 years of my life, I cheated and hired an escort on my 22nd 1by-day, http://prosoyshrimp.com/?document_srl=133283, birthday. I was (and remain) woefully inexperienced in the art of passion porn site love, despite having double digit partners over the past several months. I'm not particularly handsome, well-built, or endowed. I'm 6'3", about 230 pounds, with a noticeable gut when I sit, but decently well proportioned when I stand. I've been working out every day for six months now but it's not really showing any effect in my gut. I'm surprisingly self-confident, but no real reason to be. Story starts in late August. I had a pretty shitty week at work and I needed to relax, so I got advice from my coworker with minor backache problems about a good massage place (that wasn't just a brothel in disguise). I made an appointment for Saturday afternoon and was a bit anxious about going, as I had never gotten a massage before. The building was a nice, modern place in a nice part of town. I went inside and met my masseuse. Her name was Amanda, she was pretty short, with a cute face, and a bit chubby. Mid-20's maybe? I'm a poor judge of age. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail, a couple loose dark brown strands that she constantly brushed out of her face. She wore dark-rimmed glasses that gave her the "cute nerd" look. The one feature that didn't seem at home on her were her tits. They were absolutely huge, and obviously not fake. They were well-covered but still very noticeable on her small frame. She had a bubbly, happy personality and we struck up a rapport doing small talk. The massage was great, for someone that had never had a massage before. We talked for a while about ourselves, it almost felt like a first date. She was a pretty cool person, and at the end she gave me her number. I was a bit surprised, as I hadn't steered the conversation towards that, nor had I expressed interest in talking with her again. We texted for a while during the next week, but we were both pretty busy. On Friday night, she suggested that I come over to her apartment for a massage. I quickly agreed, and before long I was at her apartment, and she was actually giving me a massage. No "happy ending" jokes, no innuendo, just an honest-to-god massage. We talked more, and it was honestly refreshing knowing that she wasn't a slut. OR SO I THOUGHT. Spoiler alert. We hung out for the rest of the evening, watched some TV, ordered takeout and had a good time. Continued texting the next week, decided to hang out again on the following Friday. Another massage, and this time we started talking about tangentially-sexy-stuff during the massage. I should comment that her hands were really great, and it was really relaxing. Anyways, eventually she asked me to turn over, and climbed on top of me. She was wearing tight spandex booty shorts and a tank top, and sat right over my pelvis. She started massaging my chest and gently rocking back and forth on me. I could feel myself getting hard, and she obviously could too, because she gave me a mischievous grin and started grinding a bit harder. I gently moved my hands to her ass, as we locked eyes. We continued for a little while, grinding on each other, enjoying the sensations. I reached up and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, pulled her down, and kissed her. Slow at first, just lips gently touching, breathing heavily on each other, but soon we started kissing with more urgency. I pulled her into me, our tongues finding each other as we made out like high school lovers. I rolled us over, me now on top of her, as our bodies melted into each other. As we broke our kiss, her hand started snaking its way down my pants, finding me rock-hard. As she started gently stroking me, I slid down onto my side and buried my face in her impressive cleavage. Eventually I came up for air, and she took the opportunity to pull my pants down, and slid her head down to blow me. I rolled onto my back as she started bobbing up and down. It was a slow, gentle blowjob, unrushed, but despite that I came reasonably quickly, to my chagrin. Both of us panting, we re-clothed and made promises to meet up again in the morning for a day neither of us would forget soon. The next morning, I arrived back at her apartment with a 6-pack of condoms and a tube of lube. We got down to business right away, not even making it out of her living room. She was wearing a sexy red thong mostly swallowed by her round asscheecks, and a lacy white bra that seemed strained to the max by her huge breasts. I laid her down on the couch and unclipped her bra (with difficulty, I am still an awkward man even when I'm getting it on!), and started sucking on her nipples. She had large areolas, but her nipples quickly stuck out and were perfect for licking. They were also pretty sensitive, and she really enjoyed nipple play. Licking, sucking, gentle nibbling, all while she started breathing faster. I tore myself away from her magnificent bust and slid down the couch until my head was between her legs. I pulled the thong to the side, and gently spread her lips. She was shaved, and already wet. I found her clit (it was smaller than most I had seen) and gently kissed her. I slid a finger, then two, inside her, while gently pulling on her clit with my lips and flicking it with my tongue. (I'd gotten better at eating pussy since my last recorded escapades) She moaned loudly when I curved my fingers up, and when I gave pause, she sighed "please, fuck me". I was only too happy to drop my pants and unroll the condom over my bulging cock. I had upgraded my choice in condoms lately, and was much more comfortable now (Lifestyles SKYN for those discerning gents). I gently rubbed the tip of my dick on her clit, before sliding inside her. I was kneeling on the floor, she was hanging off the couch. Not the most comfortable of positions, but we were too excited to move. She was tight, very wet, and it felt amazing. I gently rubbed her clit with my thumb while I started thrusting. She moved her legs and hooked her heels over my shoulders. We were just the right size for each other, and the position we were in meant I was balls-fucking-deep inside her. The deepest I have ever been, or really could ever go. It was absolutely amazing. After a few minutes we shifted position, going doggystyle on the couch. I was able to start going faster now, full extensions, almost pulling all the way out before pushing myself as deep as I could. I'm certainly not hung like one, but goddamn I felt like a pornstar. It wasn't long before I came into the condom, and both of us collapsed onto the couch in a sweaty heap. Holding each other in the afterglow of the moment, we mumbled things like "we should have done this a lot sooner" but mostly just sighed and let our heart rates calm down. We ended up using the rest of the box of condoms over the next two days. Both of us disappeared into her apartment for the whole weekend, and by Sunday night we were both worn out. We continued to see each other semi-regularly, due to job timing on both of our parts. Sadly, I moved away soon thereafter due to changing jobs, but we still text regularly. Our relationship was/is almost completely sexual, true Friends With Benefits. We never really clicked well on a personal level past the superficial first-date questions, and honestly I wouldn't really enjoy being in a relationship or marrying her. Sex was great, but that's really all there ever was. Sorry to end on a bittersweet note, but that's how most of my relationships have gone so far. Hope y'all enjoyed the story. you_underestimate_me