My night with Morgan

I went to high school with a girl named Morgan. Back then, we didn't really run in the same circles. She dated one of my close friends, and we were acquaintances, but I would hardly say I knew her. We didn't have any of the same classes, we didn't really talk or hang out, we just knew of each other.

But since we both graduated college, which was a few years ago, we've become closer friends. We still sort of run in difference circles - but the circles overlap a lot more and we see each other fairly regularly. We each live in Chicago, each work, and see each other at least once a month, usually on weekends. I'm not sure how much she notices me, but I'm always checking Morgan out.

There's a lot of hot girls in Chicago, but few have the complete package like Morgan. She's really smart, fun to talk to, always willing to have a good time. And she's hot. She's curvy in all the right places, has a fantastic smile, shoulder-length black hair and terrific legs. Morgan knows she's a 10, and plays it well. She's very flirty, even though it rarely leads to anything. From time to time I've been introduced to some of her random boyfriends, but none of them ever stuck around.

One night, over Christmas break, Morgan and I - along with maybe 10 of our other friends - were at a bar. We were drinking and laughing and occasionally dancing; it seemed like everyone was having a good times. Certain songs would come on and everyone would sing along, and other moments we'd all be hearing some crazy story by another friend.

Around 2 a.m., as the bar was closing down, Morgan - who hadn't really been drinking that night - whispered in my ear. That was strange, because she never usually did that, but what she said was even more bizarre. "Come home with me," I heard, in a seductive and sexy voice that could only mean one thing. I nodded, and as our other friends said goodbye, Morgan and I left and got in a cab, and headed back to her place.

Now it should be said that she is quite wealthy, and owns a condo that looks over Lake Michigan. I'd been there a few times for parties, but never on my own. As Morgan and I pulled up to the front of the building, I felt an excitement, knowing my fantasy with her was finally going to come true.

After our elevator ride up to her floor, and a short walk to her apartment, Morgan asked me to take a seat, while she went to freshen up. At the bar, she had been wearing black leggings and a black blouse, with a red belt across her waist and some comfy-looking boots. Back at her place, as I sat on the couch, she came out just wearing red lace bra and panties, along with some six-inch heels. I couldn't believe it!

She came up and sat on my lap, grinding her magnificent ass into my pants. She knew I'd always had a crush on her, and this was her chance to tease. As my hands caressed her back, Morgan began kissing on my ear, whispering things like "I want you so bad," and "Give it to me" into my ear. She then got up, unzipped my pants, and began giving me the best bj ever. Standing in her heels, with her ass sticking in the air, Morgan went up and down on my dick, getting it nice and wet. As my dick began to get hard, she'd stop and giggle, slowly teasing me until I was fully ready.

Then, with her in just the underwear and shoes, and me fully clothed but with my pants around my ankles, Morgan grabbed my dick and slowly guided me over to the window that overlooked the Great Lake. In full volume - no more whispering - Morgan said, "I'm ready to fuck." I slipped off her bra and began sucking her amazing 34C tits, slobbering over them like a baby that hadn't eaten in days. Left to right, right to left, I gave each boob ample attention, as she slowly stoked my dick. Then came off my shirt and her panties, until we were both naked except for my socks and her shoes.

With a dark sky and bright city skyline staring at us through the window, Morgan and I went at it. First she stuck her ass and I did her from the back, my dick going harder and harder into her beautiful behind. Every timed I'd ram her, Morgan would let out a soft "ooh", and occasionally I'd give her ass a slap. Then we lied down on her hardwood floor and went cowgirl, no doubt waking the downstairs neighbors with the creaking of the floor and yelling of us two.

Finally, after a good 15 minutes, I grabbed Morgan's ass and picked her up. As we looked eye-to-eye, my dick still banging her pussy like never before, she groaned the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. I placed her down on the couch, straddled her with my legs, and unloaded the biggest shot I'd ever had, all over her chest. It was a beautiful sight to behold, as I wiped the sweat off my forehead and she smiled, gently stroking my cock to get every last drop of cum out. She then took her hand and scooped as much as she could off herself, before sticking her hand in her mouth to swallow as much as possible.

We then said our goodbyes, and I took a cab back home. It was a night I'll never forget. Can't wait until the next time Morgan and I cross paths.