*[If you want to know a bit more about me, [here’s a post for that.]( If not, you can skip ahead!]*
The first covid lockdown in Portugal was hard to handle, for many different reasons.
I consider myself a law-abiding citizen (for the most part), and so I complied with any restriction the government set up. I see myself as someone who does not get strongly affected with the lack of socialization, as much as I love spending time with friends. However, the pandemic tested my limits at times. The restrictions kept tightening as the numbers kept ramping.
I was going through a rough time at work, which kept stressing me to no end. Most outlets I usually resorted to were not accessible at the time. Maria, my best friend, had moved back to Porto, to stay with her parents. My [“neighbor with benefits”]( who was both a sex-buddy and an actual buddy by then, was out as well. I could not hit the gym. I could not hang out with friends. And heck, I was horny. Horny, *horny*.
That leads to today’s story.
By mid-April, I was feeling utterly deprived of social interactions and, you guessed it, sexual activity. I was nearly climbing up the walls, and struggling against my better judgment, bargaining with myself always. My neighbor-with-benefits must have received more nudes from me during that first month of lockdown than in the previous nine months (PS: we were not exclusive in any way, shape, or form).
*Come on Luna, discover someone online. That’s what Tinder’s for. You know you’d be able to convince him to come over. Just one time.*
I was desperate.
One night, after a particular long argument against my own conscience, I decided to do something I had fantasized about in the past.
I opened the UberEats app and ordered an ice cream from Mcdonald’s – I don’t even like them that much, but I needed at least an excuse to save face in case things didn’t work. I was relieved to see it would be a man delivering my order.
The moment I set the plan to motion I was flooded with numbness and adrenaline. Conflicting. I started second-guessing myself but shoved the doubts away. I had ten minutes. I undressed and chose a pair of dark panties to wear. Then I put on a thick, woolen robe over my body. If I liked what I saw when the guy arrived, I could let the robe fall open, if not, it wouldn’t be that weird of an outfit for hanging at home during the winter.
When the driver rang the door to my apartment I almost fainted. I flew to open the door. He confirmed my name, and as he fetched my order, I took a moment to examine him. Taller than me, with a bit of a gut, probably a few years younger than me. The mask hid most of his face, but he had kind eyes. Or at least that was what my horny brain was telling me to goad me into action. That was it, most likely. I remember thinking he had clean nails, too.
He caught me staring, and as he handed me my ice cream, I found that I didn’t have the guts to simply drop the robe like that.
*Curse you, Luna. You freeze at such awkward times.*
“Do you want to come in?” my voice was a bit unsteady, with adrenaline and fear at the same time. I feared rejection more than covid, at that point.
“What do you mean?”
I shrugged, and ended up confessing. Being blunt is often the easiest approach for me. “I was thinking about dropping the robe, but I guess I’d want to know if you’re actually into it first.”
He was rightfully skeptical. He stepped inside but kept his mask, and I kept mine. He asked if it was a prank, if I was sure about it, if there was anyone else coming, if I had a camera somewhere. Encouraged that he hadn’t yet tried to run, I pulled the trigger. I dropped the robe, and kept the mask. So hot, but *so ridiculous*.
“Wow, you actually are being serious!” a pair of boobs is the best persuader.
There was a bit of back and forth, but I steamrolled through his defenses. I had found my footing already. He told me he felt self-conscious about not being in the best hygiene feasible, halfway through a day of work. That left me positively surprised. A thoughtful gentleman. I was just standing there pretty much naked already, and he was thinking about being clean for me. I did the only feasible thing at that point: I invited him to shower with me. I didn’t have to ask him twice.
We moved to my bathroom, he stripped down, and we jumped into the shower. We introduced each other again, and we took some time to chat generalities as we stepped under the shower in turns. *Looking back, what a weird situation.*
We quickly went from small talk to silent observation, to enthusiastic exploration of our bodies. I loved how big his hands felt on me, and that mine felt tiny on his larger figure. His self-consciousness was long gone by then, and I couldn’t even recall feeling awkward earlier on. His cock had been standing in attention from the moment he stepped into the shower.
Before we knew it, he was behind me and pressing me against the wall, with his cock sliding between my buttocks, grinding against me and pretty much making me crawl up the wall in anticipation. We only stopped before anything happened because my condoms were in the bedroom, where we were supposed to go afterwards. We quickly finished showering, dried up, and went to my room.
I was in too much of a hurry to do anything besides feeling him inside me. I skipped foreplay completely (that was what the shower was for!) and tossed him the condom, urging him to put it in. The next moment I was sitting on him, lowering my weight onto his little soldier. As soon as I could comfortably have him inside me, I fucked my own brains out. I ground on him as if my life depended on it, picking up the pace relentlessly. The way his pubes were brushing on my clit was feeling just too good to handle.
A few minutes of aggressive humping followed. When I came the first time, I already needed a second shower. Even through an amazing orgasm, I felt that I was only releasing the first ounce of repressed sexual frustration. I ground on him again, like an animal. I only gathered my senses back whenever he asked me to slow down.
I don’t have much to add on the matter of description, because I simply kept throwing my hips against him. No fond memories, no small talk, no meaningful conversation that I can remember. It was pure, unrelenting lust.
Eventually, I came again. My legs turned to jelly, and I let him lead for the first time. He laid me on my back, raised my legs to his shoulders, and had a go at me. He went all out. The new angle was amazing, and I may or may not have left a happy mark on his back with my nails. Eventually, he came too.
It was primal sex. I used him, then he used me. Then he flopped next to me in bed and surprisingly, pulled me into a cuddle.
We remained like that for a long while. Eventually, I felt him stir behind me, against my buttocks. He still had his condom on, dangling. I asked him if he wanted me to clean him up. He drowsily nodded. And so I did. This time I gave him head, he ate me out, and we went for a second round, a much more “giving” one from both parts. He spent the night over, and in the morning we went at it for the final time.
5-star review: Impeccable delivery. But I forgot to try the ice cream.
NSFW: yes
