A perfect trip visiting a friend. (m/f)

Like any other person living in the 21st century, I spend a fair amount of time online. A few years ago, I became friends with some absolutely wonderful people from all over the world, and of course one of those people just had to be a handsome little fucker who lived nearly 4,500 miles away from me. We spent quite a bit of time flirting, at first I tried to be coy and cute but eventually I just unzipped my Batman onesie and sent him a topless snapchat. That’s what every guy wants, right?

Thankfully Sam felt the same about me, and we spent a lot of time seeing each other’s naked bodies and talking about what we wanted to do with those bodies. Occasionally he’d start seeing someone, or I would, and we’d back off and just be friendly, but when we were both single again we could always just pick up where we left off. The cycle continued like that for a couple years until I decided I needed to actually touch him, feel him, taste him… I started saving my money and in just six months I had enough to visit him. I ate a lot of ramen in those six months.

Now, Sam didn’t actually know that this trip was really for him. I told him I’d be visiting nearby and was just “wondering” if I made it up to his neck of the woods, would he do an internet buddy a solid and give me a bed to sleep in? Even though we had flirted and sexted so much, I was still scared that he wouldn’t want me. I was a nervous wreck when I finally got on the train to see him, a million thoughts running through my head. What if when he saw me, he was disappointed, like he had built an image of me in his head and the real thing was so much less satisfying? What if he didn’t want to get naked in real life and just wanted to be friends? What if we were both what each other imagined but fate decided t be a little bitch and we had zero chemistry face-to-face? I tried to read to take my mind off of it all but I ended up staring at the same page in my book for the whole trip.

I reached my destination, fought back the urge to hide and pretend that I missed my train, stepped onto the platform and there he was. That goddamn gorgeous man. I did my best to appear casual as I walked towards him and gave him a big hug, hoping he still liked me, hoping he appreciated the way I pressed my breasts into him, hoping that he wouldn’t know that all I really wanted to do was tangle my hands in his hair and kiss him like I just returned from a fucking war.

I could not control my thoughts all day long. All I could think about was sex, and Sam, Sam naked on top of me, behind me, under me. We dropped off my bags at his place and I wondered how thing the walls were, if his neighbors would be able to hear me moaning if everything worked out the way I wanted. We walked around town, he showed me a cozy little bookstore and I could only wonder if they had a copy of the Kama Sutre, and did Sam like a challenge? When we stopped for coffee I actually thought about “accidentally” spilling something on his pants so I could cop a feel. I felt like an idiot, but I couldn’t help it.

We went out for drinks that night with some of his friends, and though they were charming and interesting I still just wanted to snake my hand under the table and find Sam’s cock. Halfway through the night I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and the wet spot on my panties… well, it was certainly a sight to behold. I knew I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to be in town a few days more, but I could not afford to be a little bitch and only make my move at the last possible moment. Back at the table, I feigned fatigue, blaming the stress of traveling, and got Sam to leave the bar earlier than he probably wanted, my heart pounding.

I’ll be honest, all day there had been little flirty comments and sly grins, but when I actually like someone my confidence disappears. To others this might have seemed like a done deal from the start, but for me I was taking a huge risk. We got back to Sam’s place and started arguing about the sleeping situation: he was trying to be a gentleman and give me the bed, while I was insisting that I wouldn’t let him sleep on the couch. Maybe he was just being polite, but he wouldn’t suggest sharing, so I finally just blurted out “It’s gonna be a lot harder to fuck if I’m in the bed and you’re on the couch!”

You ever had a moment that only lasts half a second, but feels like a year? I could feel my face getting hot from embarrassment, and I didn’t like the thought of him seeing me sweat, so I just grabbed him and kissed him. He was a little stiff at first (and not in the way I wanted), and I started to pull back, horrified that I had just ruined something and trying to figure out if I had enough money to stay in a decent hotel for the rest of my stay, but before I could get far back enough to see his expression he pulled me in for a much better, deeper, passionate kiss.

It finally happened. I don’t think I could adequately describe that kiss, it was like years of sexual frustration finally being relieved; the kiss itself was almost as good as an orgasm. I didn’t want to go slow. I needed Sam, all night and over and over again. He moved down to my neck and bit me, hard, and I moaned as if he was already inside me.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, concerned but clearly wanting to continue what he was doing.
“Don’t fucking stop unless I tell you to,” I answered, and that was the longest conversation we had the rest of the night.

He resumed his attack on my neck, slowly moving down to my shoulder and collarbone and sliding his hands up my shirt, and as much as I enjoyed his warm hands playing with my nipples I needed things to go faster. I pulled away from him, his face looking so disappointed I would have laughed if I wasn’t so turned on, and I pushed him back on his bed, kneeling down and immediately stripping him of his jeans and boxer briefs. I allowed myself one shining second to admire his hard cock before I wrapped my lips around it and began the hard work of making it reach the back of my throat.

“This must be what heaven is like,” I thought. A sexy man with a good hard dick was moaning my name and pulling my hair while I savored the taste of him on my tongue. I tried to be playful, I like to tease, but this wasn’t the moment for it. All I could do was lick and suck and look up at the person I’d wanted to be with for so long and hope he was half as happy as I was. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I wanted him to see me swallow everything, but I needed to get fucked. Hard.

I pulled his very wet cock out of my mouth, tore off my clothes while he removed his shirt, pulled him up and bent over the bed in front of him. He didn’t need me to say a goddamn word, he just lined up his cock with my dripping wet pussy and thrusted into me as hard as he could. If the neighbors couldn’t hear the moaning from before, they would definitely be able to hear me screaming. Sam’s cock filled me and it was everything I wanted, he did everything I wanted, fucking me hard and fast, spanking my ass and pulling my hair. The entire town could probably hear me screaming his name as I reached my orgasm. Soon after, he told me he was going to cum, and I quickly pulled away from him and swallowed his cock, letting him erupt in my mouth and loving every bit as it slid down my throat.

We just stayed in our positions for a moment, exhausted but happy, before smiling at each other like we both knew it was going to happen. I pulled him down onto the bed with me, and we kissed more, but we had both spent a lot of energy during our first time together, so we just cuddled and fell asleep.

Of course, I had to wake him up the next morning by softly licking up and down his shaft. What a terrible way to start the day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4c4j37/a_perfect_trip_visiting_a_friend_mf