Blindfolded Bet: Chat Stranger Finds Me, Fucks Me Raw by the Pool

It’s 2:50 PM Saturday. Sun beats down on my bare back. Grass prickles my tits and belly. Pool water laps nearby. Door wide open, gate too. Heart hammers like a jackhammer. Phone buzzed all morning with old chats from Jack—teasing words that got my pussy wet. Now this: naked, blindfolded with a stocking, flat on my stomach. Stupid bet, but fuck it, I crave the rush. No backing out.

14:55. Nothing. Gravel crunches? No. Birds chirp. Neighbors could peek over the fence. Voisin with his mower? Delivery guy? Panic spikes, nipples harden in the breeze. I almost rip the blindfold. Ridiculous. But pride burns. Send him a pic later, prove I held up.

The Approach: Tension Builds on the Lawn

Crunch. Footsteps on gravel. Breath stops. Heart explodes. Hand slams my shoulder down. ‘You lost, Nelly.’ Voice low, Jack’s. Relief floods, mixed with fire. ‘Jack?’ Fingers dig in, hold me. Silence. He kneels close. Cologne hits—musky, manly, real after screens. No more pixels. This is it.

Oil drips warm, scented lavender, down my spine. Shiver. Hands glide, shoulders to ass, feather-light. Real massage starts. Neck loosens, week’s stress melts. Feet next, toes sucked? No, kneaded. Calves, thighs—fingers graze pussy lips. Fuck, I’m soaked already.

He straddles my thighs. Big circles on my ass cheeks. Spreads them wide. Exposed. Anus twitches. ‘Such a tight little hole,’ he growls. Fingers trace slit, dip in. One, then two. Thumb circles backdoor. Virgin at 40, fantasized forever. Pushes in slow. Stings sweet. I moan, buck up. ‘Yes, fuck my ass with your thumb.’ Fingers pump pussy, rub clit. Juices drip. Edge hits hard.

The Explosion: Wild Fuck and First Anal

Pulls out. Lifts my hips—doggy now. Wait, dripping, empty. Cockhead nudges. Thick. Slides in pussy deep. ‘Fuck, you’re tight.’ Pounds hard, balls slap. I scream, cum crashes—waves, shaking. He grunts, floods me. Cum leaks down thighs. Collapse, blissed out.

Not done. Flips me side, massages tits, pinches nipples. Hard again. On back, knees wide. Lips crash—tongue fuck. Bites nipples, clamps on. Sharp pain-pleasure. ‘Ow, fuck yes.’ Doggy again. Gode shoves in pussy—vibes? No, just thick, thrusting. Then his cock at ass. ‘Relax, slut.’ Pushes. Burns. Tears. ‘Hurts… more.’ Inch by inch, fills me. Double stuffed. Pounds. Orgasms rip—squirting, screaming. He unloads deep in my virgin ass.

Limp. He carries me to pool chair. Ties ankles, knees wide—spread eagle. Blind still. ‘Wait, good girl.’ Dives in pool, swims laps. Water splashes. Out, whispers, ‘Shower quick.’ Kiss soft. Minutes drag. Worry. Hour? Untie, blindfold off. Empty. House quiet. Salon table: huge flowers, note. ‘Thanks for the unforgettable afternoon, Nelly. Jack.’ No number.

Chat that night. Days. Nothing. Ghosted. Pussy aches sweet, ass too. Crave more. Rush was worth it.