[F21/M30] Fucking a guy I met on RandomActsOfBlowjob

This is my first posting at GoneWildStories! /u/vvc76 and I met due to /r/RandomActsOfBlowjob. Here is My original post, this is the success story, my version – his version is here. He's posted a few times here and encouraged me to do it.

This is our first time fucking

I woke late on Saturday morning, and looking up at the ceiling of my room, all I could think was "I sucked a random guy's cock last night." I didn't know how to make sense of it, but all I could think is that I crossed over some invisible barrier. Before last night, I'd been a "regular" girl. Sure, I'd hooked up with a guy here or there, but nothing like this. Last night, I'd done something that pretty much all of society would frown upon. What would happen if down the road, a serious boyfriend asked me what the craziest thing I ever did was? Would I lie? What if I loved him? What if that was the thing that broke up a great relationship in the future, that I decided to meet a guy off the internet and give him a blow job? My immediate answer to this was that any guy that I would ever seriously date and/or think about marrying shouldn't be concerned with my past or what I have done. Also, messages had flooded in on Reddit. I had requests from all over, despite the "Don't PM me anymore." I was also advised that this probably would continue – forever. Great. After one person encouraged me to write up my story, I did. And then he commented on it.

This re-started our Reddit exchange, and we talked a bit more about what happened, and this led to a phone number exchange, which I was somewhat leery of, but decided to just go with anyway. After reading through his post history a bit, our conversations (now almost exclusively via text) got sexual. Eventually, he just flat out suggested we meet again for, in his words, "A more complete get to know you session." The cheese factor was high – but as was my newfound desire to do things out of my comfort zone. I figured it's now or never. I was busy on Monday and Tuesday nights, but Wednesday was free. Unfortunately, that day it turned out that he had to work late. He was back at his place by 10:30, and I headed over. As I walked there, I thought about how the sketch factor had dropped because – well, I knew the guy, and it wasn't random anymore.

I had stopped home after work, showered and primped myself. My roommate asked where I was headed, and I told her that I had an OKCupid date. In retrospect I should have picked another white lie, because she was on as well – and asked what his username was. I mumbled something about not remembering and that my computer was off. My wardrobe for the night was the subject of much debate. I went with an orange dress that showed off my cleavage pretty well. Underneath I had lacy blue panties. I decided to keep my hair down. My phone buzzed again and it was him texting, saying he was on his way back to his apartment.

Arriving at his building, I checked in with the doorman and he told me to head right up – Brian had given word at the desk that I was arriving. Getting in the elevator, I noted that it was the same one we had ridden up in on Friday. I momentarily remembered that first kiss, with his hands firmly planted on my hips, pulling me close, the smell of soap and cologne, and the feeling of his suit jacket.

Walking down the hall, I could feel the swish of my skirt against my legs, and my heels clicked on the tile flooring. I knocked and after a minute, he opened. He was still wearing his work clothes, a navy blue suit, white shirt opened to the second button, brown belt and brown oxfords, same as he'd been wearing last week.

"Hey!" I opened, lamely.

"Great seeing you again," he said, stepping aside so that I could walk in. As I did, I smelled his cologne – same as before. I remembered our conversation about him being a "one cologne man," and a vague memory that it was Armani? I set my purse down on an end table and he asked if I wanted a drink. This time, I accepted with the intention of drinking it.

"Pretty good write up, you must have gotten a few messages" he began.

"Yeah, I'll say…"

We discussed the finer points of Reddit's comment tool as he finished with the Gin and Tonics. I told him how I'd read his earlier write-ups of his adventures and tried to follow his structure, having never written anything for public consumption before.

"So is that the door?" I said, referencing one of the stories he'd posted.

"No, that was when I lived in Houston. Also, that particular story was at her apartment. She's also slightly insane."

He sat down next to me on the couch – I noted that we'd switched positions from our earlier encounter. He was sitting where I had been sitting and vice versa. I also noticed that he had sat closer to me – our legs just touching. I immediately wondered he if felt that we were touching as well, and then realized that of course he did – no physical contact between two people ever went unnoticed. He made no move to adjust his leg, and it just stayed there. We continued talking about some of the messages I'd received, and whether I'd taken anyone else up on their offers.

"Well, there was this one guy – but he didn't respond after I left."

"Really."

"Yeah – I think I was trying for two in one night, maybe a bit much."

"Well, all up to you."

"How would you feel about that?" I said. I had kik chatted with a guy who thought it was hot that I might come see him after another guy. As we continued to discuss the situation, I could see that Brian was getting hard. Momentarily lost in thought, I was slightly surprised when he put his drink down, turned and kissed me. His left hand went right to my right hip and he slowly ran his hands through the folds of my dress, sending a tingle through my legs underneath the fabric. He kissed slowly, which I appreciated. I reached up to touch his face and felt what I judged to be two days of stubble.

He leaned over and continued kissing, now with more tongue. I leaned back as he put right hand on my chest and moved to my neck. He then started down my dress, kissing my chest and moving his hands up to my neck. when he got down to my stomach, he slid off the couch and on to a kneeling position on the floor, pivoting my body around so my legs hung off the front. Slowly, he drew the hem of my dress up so that it just barely covered my underwear, and started kissing me on my knees, moving to the tops of my thighs and lightly touching my inner thighs, applying just enough pressure for me to spread my legs and give him a view of my panties. He gave me a singular kiss on my pussy – making me draw in my breath. It had been a good while since I'd received oral – my ex-boyfriend was not a fan.

His kisses continued up, and then in one smooth motion, he reached up and pulled my panties off, and down my knees, leaving them around my ankles, which he gingerly removed, along with my heels. I leaned back and felt him slowly begin to kiss his way up my inner thighs. I shifted slightly and felt the slickness in my pussy. The feeling of his stubbled cheeks between my thighs was a contrast to the slow long lick that made me warm to the core. I ran my fingers through his hair as he slowly but steadily licked the entire length of my pussy, and then pushed his tongue past my lips and inside me.

I kept my hands on his head as he slowly began to focus his attention on my clit. His technique was small circles, but very regular, same movements every time. This allowed me to keep the images in my head – which at this point had become his cock inside me. I decided that I was going to take him inside me that night.

My breathing was getting rougher as I could feel my pussy contract – the circles just kept coming, and he interrupted it briefly with delicious flicks of his tongue. After two or three cycles of this, he kept going with the circles and my breathing became fast and almost at a pant. I reached the edge, and felt my pussy tighten and then – a wash of pleasure as I felt my orgasm begin.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming."

I pushed his head away as my clit becomes very sensitive after I cum. The aftershocks kept coming and each one flashed a new wave of heat and pleasure over me. I sat back contented and he stood up. I could see an obvious erection in his pants as he extended his hands to me and pulled me off the couch. We walked over to the bedroom hand in hand, him ahead of me. His bedroom was pin-neat, with dark green sheets, some family photos on the wall, a tall chestnut bureau and some random clothes and socks strewn around.

He embraced me and pulled the zipper on my dress, pulling it over my head and then uncatching my bra. I could feel coolness on my inner thighs were they had been wet from his licking and my juices. As he unbuttoned his shirt, I undid his belt, undid his pants and saw he wasn't wearing any boxers – his suit pants dropped revealing his now half-erect cock. I lightly stroked it and felt it harden in my hands. I sat on the bed as he slipped off his shoes, stepped out of his pants and came over to the bed and kissed me. We rolled on the bed, and for the first time I felt his body press against mine.

I could feel his erection between my legs as we kissed and his hands continued to wander. He reached over into his nightstand and retrieved two condoms. He rolled on his back and tore one open and gave it to me. Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around his cock and lightly licked it, causing him to give a happy groan. A few more licks and I put the condom on, rolling it down (never quite got the hang of that).

Once it was down, he immediately sat up and got on his knees. I did the same and turned toward the headboard. I felt him warmly place his hand on the small of my back and then the latex tip right at my pussy. He pushed slightly and rubbed, pushing past my lips and penetrating halfway. He pulled out and repeated the procedure, this time his cock filled me.

The feeling of being filled by a boy always makes me whimper. The idea that I've given up my defense, that I let a hard cock inside me – just floors me. He began to thrust from behind me and again, the feelings started to build up. I could hear Brian's grunts behind me as his hands wandered around and cupped my breasts, taking my nipple between his fingers and giving it a light squeeze.

I didn't think I could cum again, and then suddenly Brian called out that he was going to cum. I felt his grip on my waist tighten and he let out a long grunt and stopped thrusting. I could feel his cock pulsing – after about eight or ten pulses, he relaxed his grip and took deep breaths.

He pulled out and cleaned up and we laid in his bed for a while talking. He invited me to stay the night and not having work the next day, I accepted. Laying in bed, we talked more about the writing, and why we each liked it. It came out that we both enjoy the exhibitionism, the idea that people are getting off to what we were doing. He asked me if I'd ever had people watch while a guy fucked me. I told him (truthfully!) that I had, once during my freshmen year. He asked if it was something that I would be interested in doing again – and if so, maybe find someone on Reddit?

And that led to Friday's activities – which is a story soon to come (probably from him!).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3fmm58/f21m30_fucking_a_guy_i_met_on_randomactsofblowjob