We’d been flirting online for months. We met on reddit, both looking for the same things – a distraction, a laugh, a connection, maybe even something physical. I certainly didn’t know where it would go – perhaps you didn’t, either.
We finally arranged a meeting: I’d lay over in your city for the afternoon. First date jitters, nervousness, it’s like I’m in high school again. You pick me up at the airport and you’re even more spectacular in person than in your pictures. Those lips, those curves, that smile I’ve only seen on my phone – you’ve come to life right here next to me. It’s all I can do not to just jump you in the car (don’t worry, dear reader, that’ll come later…)
We behave, though, and take it slow. Grab some food, grab a drink. The conversation flows even more easily than it did online. Before we know it, we only have a couple hours before my flight out, and all I’ve managed to do is put my arm around your waist while we walked.
You pull the car into the airport parking garage an hour early and we make small talk while you find a spot. It’s not as isolated as we’d like, but it’ll do. You barely shut off the car before we’re on top of each other, that first kiss like honey to a starving man. And by that point, I *was* starving – I don’t think I could have lasted another second.
We move to the back seat and commence fogging the windows. You’re on my lap, my hands grab your ass to pull you closer. Your fingers find my hair, my neck, my shoulders and back, and eventually pull my shirt over my head. I pull your sweater up and dive into your tits, sucking each nipple in turn into my mouth, feeling them harden against my tongue, my hands on your shoulder blades pulling you hard against me. Your moans, your fingers pulling me towards you, the grinding of your hips, the warmth I can feel against my lap – all of this tells me that your nipples have a direct line downwards…
I’m hard as a rock inside my jeans as you fumble with my belt, still making out like teenagers. I groan as you finally get my jeans open and release me. You jump off my lap and I feel your warm mouth envelop me, all restraint gone. Seared in my memory, I see a little trickle of your spit dripping down the length of my hard cock, soon scooped up again as your hand and tongue work their magic.
I pick you up (in the limited back seat space that we have) and flip you onto your back on the seat. I’m immediately on top of you, kissing your mouth, down your neck, biting your ear, then lower. My hands are working, too, pulling your skirt up over your waist, my fingers finding your wetness and heat practically burning through your panties. I work my fingers over your clit, gently (you’d warned me how sensitive you are), and I’m rewarded by your moans and your fingers clawing at my hair.
On a whim, I reach down and pull my brown leather belt from my jeans and begin to slowly run it over your skin. You smile at me, bite your lip, and ask, “What are you going to do with that, hmm?” The belt continues its way up the ivory skin of your belly, teases at your nipples, then along your neck. I take one wrist, then the other, and raise them over your head. The belt easily wraps several times around them, then clasps together again. Still holding your hands, I smile back at you and then kiss you again, deeply, grinding my cock against your pussy, still soaking your panties.
My mouth finds its way to your nipples again, and I tease them back and forth as my hand moves back to continue to work your clit through your panties. I let go of your hands but they stay where I put them, and my other hand finds its way down to hold your neck.
I have you now, all mine – your hands tied, my hands on your neck and pussy, my mouth exploring every inch of your tits. Playing you like an instrument, your breath comes quicker and quicker now, your hips buck against my hand, you writhe in the back seat of this fogged up car. You come, hard, your hands banging against the window, your hips raising themselves off the seat, oblivious to the people unloading their cars around us, going about their days as our world gets smaller and smaller, focused on the pleasure happening here and now.
As you slowly come down from space, I kiss your neck and your mouth, untying your hands so they can wrap themselves around me again. We continue to make out what seems like eternity, but is probably only another ten minutes or so. I have a flight to catch, but I want the taste of you to linger for as long as possible. At least until next time, when we’ll have a proper bed and a lot more time…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ccmln/first_time_seeing_my_longdistance_girl_mf