Note: As many people asked for other stories, I've written up my most recent adventure. I am a twenty nine year old male.
July 2, 2015
I had messaged Emma and we started going back and forth in mid June. The amount of people on OKCupid in NYC really makes using it an absolute charm. There's a list of about ten things you can talk about – and with Emma it was travel. We compared where we'd been – of course her photos showed her propping up the Leaning Tower and in front of the Eiffel. All taken on study-abroad when she was in school at a very white college in Connecticut known for its nursing program. I suggested we meet at Ginger Man, one of my preferred Manhattan bars. Our pre-date text exchange was textbook for the "funny, goofy girl" trope.
"So how will I recognize you – will you be wearing hospital scrubs?"
"Haha. No silly, I always dress up for dates."
"Oh, so this is a date now? I thought it was just drinks – we aren't in a relationship yet are we?"
"Lol, I don't think so."
So I arrived at the bar, eight minutes later than our established meeting time – with a text on my phone from her telling me cheerfully that she was at the bar. The time of date – chosen specifically to blend in at happy hour – made it difficult to pick her out at the bar. When I finally did see her, we made eye contact and I went in for the hug and the kiss on the cheek. This catches most girls off guard, but does two powerful things – first, establishes physicality, and second, projects confidence.
She was wearing a frilly pink top along with light jeans and nude heels, the kind that just come to a point. She had a great waist and was about four inches shorter than my 5'11" frame. She had jet-black hair that came to the middle of her back which she was wearing down. I bent slightly and hugged her.
"I was really expecting the scrubs."
"Nope, day off! Did you just come from work?"
"Yep. I actually just got back into town, depositions in Chicago all week."
Our banal conversation continued – through the standard first-date essentials, where we were from, where we went to college, people that we may know in common. She was about three years younger than me and a pediatric nurse at a large hospital. She lived in Brooklyn with two other nurses. I'd been drinking scotch, neat, and she was drinking cosmopolitans. After the second one, we started to discuss our experiences with OKCupid. She told me that she'd met a guy and they'd dated for about seven months, but they broke up about a month ago. I asked why they broke up, and she gave a somewhat nebulous answer – apparently he'd been a teacher doing Teach for America. She said that he was a "nice guy," but that he was boring.
At this point, she had the pasted on smile characteristic of someone that had a few cosmopolitans. I suggested we go somewhere else and we caught a cab down to Amsterdam Billiards. A couple of more drinks there, and a few games of pool, we talked more about our travel experiences – her study abroad in Barcelona and my time living in London. She asked about my hobbies, but as I suspected, it was really just an excuse to talk about her hobbies – she was apparently a serious knitter, which I mercilessly mocked her about, but did sincerely have some interest in.
When she leaned over to shoot (and miss) a bank shot, I could see that she was wearing a black thong with a pink bow at the back – looking at her dark hair cascading down her back, I immediately noticed my swelling cock. I hadn't masturbated in days. She asked if I was checking her out; I asked in response if that was a trick question. I couldn't ignore the ache in my pants.
"Let's wrap it up here." I said
"Oh yeah? Afraid you're going to get beat?"
"I have to get home – big meeting tomorrow. Unlike nurses, I don't get days off during the week."
"Well then you forfeit this game."
"Sure I do – I'll have to make up for it. I think I have a malbec in my fridge, and a roof deck. You in? Or are you going to stay here and hang out with these characters?" I said, referring to the group of hipsterish-twenty somethings that we'd talked to, playing at the table next to us.
"Roof Deck?? Why didn't you say so??" she said, putting down her cue.
"I can't give away the goods that easily – you have to promise no funny stuff."
I paid the tab and we cabbed it over to my building, heading to my apartment first where I retrieved the bottle and two glasses. She was watching me reach into the cabinets.
"You're too cute, you know."
I walked over, put my arm around her waist, pulled her in for the kiss, and then avoided it. She had her arm around my back and gave me a mock pout.
"You don't want to kiss me?"
"I think you want to kiss me," I said.
"Maybe."
I went in for a quick but passionate kiss. My hands stayed at the small of her back, but I applied pressure as she slowly opened her mouth and our tongues touched. We kept at this for a minute, and then I pulled back.
"Come on, the roof beckons." I said, as she looked at me with wide-eyed exasperation.
We got up there, grabbed two chairs and sat. I uncorked the wine and poured two glasses. We had a glass and then walked over to the railing and made out a little more. My hands started to move around to the front and caress her stomach, under her blouse. She made a soft purring as I dragged my fingers across her tummy.
"You're good at that, mister. I think you've done that to a few girls."
"I don't usually get complaints."
I spun her around and pressed my erection into her. More than anything now, I could feel how swollen my balls were. All I could think of was how it would feel to slide in her pussy and feel the sweet release of an orgasm insde her. I thought to myself that I really should have jerked off – I won't last long in this state. I leaned down and kissed her neck while continuing to caress her stomach and upper arm.
"Am I just going to be another notch in your bedpost, mister?"
"I put the notches in my belt, not my bedpost. And how do I know you're not using me?"
"Oh sure," she said in mock exasperation. I spun her around and we started kissing again. Now her hands started wandering and slipped my shirt out of my belt. She ran her hands up my stomach and chest, pushing my erection to the breaking point. She scratched into my back as my hands cupped her ass. Then, her hands went right to my crotch and started to massage it, a bit awkwardly.
"Slow down there kiddo." I said
"Oh, I'm the kiddo?"
"Let's head down – the wine is open."
We got in the elevator and made out a little more. I opened the door of my apartment, set the wine bottle down on the counter and took her hand, leading her into my bedroom. Still standing, we started kissing again. I ran my fingers through her hair, and she caressed the back of my head. I had earlier though she was Italian, but it turned out she was half Croatian, half Spanish. I slipped my hands under her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing lacy black bra that I now knew was a matched set. I always appreciate those little touches. we continued to kiss and I removed her bra, revealing B cup breasts with very small but very erect nipples. I laid her down on the bed, removed my shirt, bent over and started to lightly suck on her nipples, flicking them with the end of my tongue.
I can usually tell fairly soon when a girl is really into nipple play, and Emma was no exception. I sucked on one while lightly playing with the other as she mussed my hair and breathed deeper and deeper. I started to kiss down her stomach and unsnapped her jeans, pulling them off in a move that is not possible to be performed unawkwardly. I looked at her panties and saw that she was shaved at her bikini line. I slowly kissed the inside of her thighs as I bent her knees up. I started at the top of her panties and slowly kissed down. Her pussy smelled great – she'd obviously been using some products, because in addition to the musky, sweaty scent, there was something flowery.
After a few minutes of kisses on her thighs and stroking her legs, to now audible moans from her, I pulled her panties to the side and licked her pussy, savoring the salty taste on my tongue. She groaned in response. I pushed up on to my knees and grabbed the waistband of her underwear and pulled it off, exposing her pussy. At the same time, I reached down and pulled off my pants and boxers, at the same time, finally freeing my aching erection. Emma sat up and reached for my legs as I inched forward on my knees, putting my cock just inches from her face. She grabbed it with both hands and began to lick underneath the shaft and up to the head. My cock twiched from the attention – I quickly tried to remember how long it had been since I masturbated. I slipped my hands around the back of her head and applied gentle pressure. She looked up at me and took my entire cock into her mouth – I sighed. Her sucks were slow and long, not the quick bobbing some girls do. After a few minutes, she grabbed me with her left hand and slowly started jerking.
"Do you have a condom?" she said, with a slight smile and an eye roll.
I reached in the drawer and retrieved a strip of five, tearing one off and tossing the others on my nightstand. I ripped into it, and as always, double flipped it to find the right orientation. I rolled it on me, and she leaned back on the pillow. On my knees, I rubbed my cock up and down her slit – she wasn't as wet as I'd liked, but the condom was lubed. After three or four rubs, I had enough wetness to penetrate. My heart was racing, and I was sure that I would last about ten seconds. As I pushed it in, I got halfway before pulling out and going in again. On the second one, my cock pushed in all the way to the hilt of my balls and I was instatntly surrounded by hot wetness. She was looser than I would have though – any tighter and I might have cum right there.
I started thrusting slowly, and her hips bucked with mine. As my balls slowly bumped against her, I could feel them swollen with cum. Every ounce of me wanted to thrust hard for five or six thursts, and relieve the pressure in my balls; but I held back. Slow and long strokes, where I rubbed my pubic bone on her clit, each one producing a deep sigh and a moan from Emma. She put her hands around my back and down my waist and ran her fingers up my sides as I thrusted, pulling my cock out each time completely and then sinking it in to her pink softness. I could feel the pads of her breasts against my chest as I pushed my arm behind her back and pressed our bodies together. I could feel her hook both her ankles together behind my back, deepening my strokes.
"Fuck me from me behind," she whispered.
I pulled out and grabbed her hips, flipping her over, and then pulling her onto her knees. She kept her head down on the pillow. I penetrated her and she moaned again. I started thrusting, but the pressure on my cock from this angle was much more. With each thrust, I could feel the cleft at the top of her pussy putting pressure on my cock head and shaft. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, it was too much.
"Emma, you're going to make me cum," I groaned.
And with that, I squeezed her sides and clenched down and my cock spasmed, filling the condom with spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum – from days of buildup. I let out the most deep, gutteral groan as the pressure in my balls was finally released. My heart raced as my cock still twiched inside her pussy.
"Shit dude, how long has it been for you?" she said, as I pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed.
"Sorry – just…hot." I said, breathlessly.
"Okay buddy but you've got some work to do tomorrow morning." she said.
"Oh, you've decided you're staying?" I said as I removed the condom, felt the weight of my load, and tied it off, chucking it in the waistbasket next to the bed.
"Do you want me to?"
"You can if you want – I can't make any promises about tomorrow morning though."
We went to bed after that – but there were some activities the next morning. I only had two other encouters with the girl, neither was as hot – or as relieving.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3d6fff/diary_of_a_sex_addict_fucking_a_nurse_from
so hot.
Very hot, thanks for sharing!