I've written in the past about the fact that before I met my wife, I didn't really have a lot of positive sexual experiences. This story is about the one exception to that — other than with my wife, the best sex that I've ever had.
I was a bit of a late bloomer when it came to sex, alcohol, and especially sex after having consumed a bit of alcohol. So I was in my mid-20s before I fully figured out that a couple of drinks dulled my senses enough that I could still really enjoy sex, but also last an extra-long time.
The night that I really figured this out was a New Year's Eve in the mid-2000's. My girlfriend at the time was in her mid-20's. She was about 5'6" and around 130 pounds. She had shoulder-length hair, B cup breasts, and kept herself trimmed but (unfortunately for my fantasies) never shaved or waxed.
We had both spent Christmas with our respective families before flying back to where we both lived for New Year's. So we hadn't seen each other for about a week, and the sexual energy between us was higher than normal. That night she wore a simple outfit — a blue dress with a plunging neckline that she knew was one of my favorites, a necklace (white gold heart) that I'd given her, and a pair of low heels.
We went out at about 9 PM with a group of her friends and started bar hopping in the downtown area of the city. Young sexual energy is such a great memory, and I can picture moments from different bars when we were kissing and enjoying the taste of alcohol on each other's lips, or stopping between bars to step to the side and make out up against the wall of a building.
My girlfriend was really teasing me that night also, taking every private moment she could to rub her hand against my crotch or to whisper how much she wanted me. As midnight came and went, we were in a club that had dancing. By this point, I'd reached that nice tipping point where you're beyond tipsy, but not so drunk that you're in fear of getting sick or feeling lousy. The perfect buzz that simply needed to be managed. Being drunk also got rid of my normal shyness, and so I was confidently dancing with my girlfriend, rubbing my hands on her hips and ass while she rubbed up against me.
As the group broke up, we shared a taxi with another couple that was far too drunk to drive, and who wanted to crash for the night at my girlfriend's place because they lived far out of town and didn't want to pay for the long taxi ride home. I was worried that this was going to ruin my chances of getting laid on New Year's Eve, but my girlfriend (who was also a bit tipsy) was quite blunt when she was drunk. In the taxi cab, she says to her friends "You can't stay with me, because I need to get fucked tonight. We'll pay for the taxi to bring you home and I'll get you tomorrow and drive you to your car." My girlfriend and the other couple were in the backseat, and I was in the front seat. The taxi driver just looked over at me and gave me a big smile and said "I'll take care of it". Needless to say, I gave him a huge tip in addition to the money needed to get our friends home when he dropped me and my girlfriend off.
From there, it was kind of like a movie scene. We had our hands all over each other in the elevator of her building. Our tongues were in each other's mouths and she was grabbing my penis through my shorts as I cupped her breasts through her dress.
When we got inside her apartment, we pulled each other's clothes off in the hallway and went straight for the bed. With all the women I've ever been with, my absolute favorite thing is to go down on them. My girlfriend normally had very little interest in that, but that night was different. She also never really talked dirty to me before, but her buzz fixed that.
Laying down on the bed and running her hands over her breasts while giving me fuck-me eyes, she opened her legs and gave an order: "Come over here and eat me out." I eagerly complied, teasing her nipples, kissing my way down her stomach to her thighs, and slowly starting to lick her pussy. She'd trimmed it quite short that night — as close as she ever would come to shaving it bare — and I had a wonderful view of her lips as I kissed and licked her. The taste of her sex, mixed with the little bit of sweat that she'd worked up while we were dancing, was a tremendous turn-on for me and I was rock hard.
After a few minutes of her enjoying herself (but not cumming), she said "come up here and kiss me" and I did so. This was the first time she'd ever really made out with me after I'd gone down on her, and knowing that she was tasting her own juices on my lips had me primed to explode.
"I want your dick in me." I liked this aggressive, dirty side of my girlfriend. I put on a condom (she wasn't on the pill) and slid into her, enjoying the moan that she gave that accompanied my entry. I was worried that I'd finish quickly and ruin what had been an awesome moment, but the alcohol fixed that.
I was on top, and I realized after a minute or two that I wasn't in any danger of cumming too soon. My girlfriend was enjoying herself more than she'd ever had, telling me to fuck her harder, to go faster, and being incredibly dirty and vocal, which was not her normal style.
She'd had some boyfriends before me, and I remember saying to her "I want tonight to be the best you've ever had" and she said "it already is".
Following her vocal instructions did the trick, and she wrapped her legs around me and moaned as she came. I let her ride out her orgasm, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that I still hadn't finished.
"I want you to come too. What do you want to do?"
Both of us had lost our normal shyness tonight, so I told her to turn around, and I entered her from behind — the first time I'd ever experienced doggy style.
It was mind-blowing. Extra tight, and an entirely new feeling. She was still wet and vocal and enjoying herself, so after a few false starts of me slipping out, we figured out a rhythm and I was able to hold on to her hips as I moved in and out.
"Look at me in the mirror," she said, because her apartment had a full-length closet mirror near the bed. We made eye contact through the mirror and I watched myself fucking her from behind while her breasts bounced around along with the necklace that I'd bought her. It was sexy to see her wearing only that necklace while I was inside her. I warned her that I was getting close. She looked me straight in the eyes and said "cum for me", and that did it. Moments later I moaned and filled that condom with a powerful orgasm.
So there you go. That's the story of the best sex I ever had prior to meeting my wife. It's the night that I learned that the right amount of alcohol can make sex better, and the night I learned that I like women who are vocal and a bit demanding in bed.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3ezmvz/my_new_years_eve_fuck_long_story_long_time_ago