I’m traveling to a new city, and my “ride from the airport” bails on me. I’d been looking forward to, shall we say, letting off some steam with [the gentleman who was going to pick me up](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4bdnhw/2_months_of_online_foreplay_culminate_gonewild), so I’m left to kill some time. I make my way to my Airbnb but grab lunch first. Horny and disappointed, I peruse the Craigslist Casual Encounters on the restaurant’s wi-fi. I’ve had exceptionally good luck with that back home, so why not see what a new city has to offer?
I find a couple of ads that appeal to me (tips for getting responses: post at least one picture – not of your dick, ideally it proves that you’re at least halfway in shape, don’t post “requirements” or “seeking” characteristics – c’mon dude you’re looking for some strange on CL: filter the responses yourself). One is a guy who’s in his late 30’s, and he’s apparently addressing the women who are dissatisfied at home, revealing that he is also dissatisfied with his married sex life. I can definitely empathize… which is the main reason I’m cruising random cock in this city, anyways. He also says he’s staying in a nicer hotel and would be able to host. Plus, his picture is pretty sploosh-worthy. Wearing only boxer briefs, it’s clear he has spent some time in a gym. I’m not into the Incredible Hulk-aspring “ermgerd gainz!” gym bro-type, to be clear. But I can appreciate the aesthetics and secondary benefits of a gentleman with a well-built physique. As far as I go, I’ve been told I’m “fun to throw around” or would be, due to my own petite build (5’1 / 100lbs, brunette for the record).
I send him my /r/gonewild submissions and indicate that I’m interested in learning more. He quickly responds. Still at the restaurant, he asks that I call him, and gives me a phone number. To prove I’m real, of course. I call him, keeping the conversation vague in case nosey diners overhear me. I think it’s generally not acceptable to have loud public conversations advertising that one is interested in anonymous extramarital sex.
He’s at a gym, he tells me, breathing heavily. The conversation is brief and mostly to prove I am not a prostitute, dude, or bot. We begin texting, and discussing perhaps my joining him at his hotel room. I’m on the last bit of my lady cycle, and hope that I’ll be in the clear the next day. I’ve never had sex while on my period… not that I don’t still get myself off, but my husband has never been into it. I feel like a jerk for being a bit evasive and admit that’s why I was brushing him off; he tells me it doesn’t bother him.
We continue communicating the next day. He’s my back-up plan, so I brush off his invitations with “we’ll see” responses until I see how things play out with the other guy. He needs to know if I’m game for that night so he can make plans. I tell him to count me out, it’s not fair to tease like that, and I understand how annoying it can be to be waiting around for someone else to get back to you only for it to fizzle. Then I find out that Plan A dude has bailed on me… again.
At this point I’m frustrated and even more determined to get laid, so I text hotel guy to express how horny I am. He warns that he made plans for late drinks, but I could come by beforehand. I agree. He promises he’ll be ready for me. I take off the tights I’d worn all day and freshen up. He texts me that he’s ready to go and he hopes that what I am wearing doesn’t take much to remove. I leave and hail a cab. He asks where I am. I tell him I’m on my way. “Really?” This guy *still* thinks I’m messing with him? I ask for the room number. He says he’ll tell me when I get there, and that it’s in a high traffic area. I tell him “good, I’m loud, we’ll make people jealous.” The hotel is not far away, and by the time I get his next text I am sitting in a chair in the hotel lobby. I ask him for the room number. He tells me and directs me where to go. I discover it’s the first room on the first floor; he wasn’t kidding about it being high traffic. It’s right across from the elevator, the closest to the lobby. As he promised, the door is propped open enough that I am able to enter without a key. I’m nervous, anxious, excited – this is easily one of the craziest things I’ve ever done. It’s also one of the things you hear about on the news and are like “wtf was she thinking? Of course nothing good was to come of that! Do you want to end up in a river? Because that’s how you end up in a river.” I’m also know I’m quite wet, not having had the opportunity to let off that steam that’s been building up for the past few days, and excited by the thought of this random anonymous guy waiting and wanting to fuck me.
I open the door. The room is lit by what I can only call “mood-lighting” – a single low-light lamp that periodically re-adjusts. There’s a shirtless man sitting on the bed, his legs under the covers. I recognize him from the photo he posted and the follow-up pictures – dark hair, good shape, clean cut, attractive. I don’t remember what I said (“are you waiting for someone?”). I close the door behind me, ensuring it latches shut. I put my purse down on a chair between the door and the bed and approach him. We kiss. Why waste time when we know that we both want one thing… plus, we have some time limitations. I stop, take my earrings out, put them on the night table and tell him I’m going to need some help getting out of my dress… he obliges, eagerly. Removing the dress reveals I’m wearing a lacy black thong and a basic black bra. I think he tells me he likes what he sees, but he doesn’t have to – his hands are all over me as he’s kissing me hard, grabbing my ass, taking my bra off to kiss and lick my tits. He’s aggressive, clearly turned on and wanting to release some pent-up sexual energy (as expressed in his CL post). His cock, now that I can see it, is definitely more than enough. I touch it, stroking him as we go back to kissing, his tongue penetrating my lips. Everything he does has a sense of urgency and hunger. He pushes me down on my back and pulls down my panties, removing them while drawing his face closer to my pussy.
I told him in text messages that I’m on the last day of my cycle, and I remind him of this, but his face continues toward my very wet pussy. He’s licking and sucking and slurping with the same sense of urgency with which we kissed. I’m moaning and going crazy, probably thrusting my hips as I tend to, and he sucks on and tongues my clit as I lie back on the bed. He slides one finger inside my pussy as he continues using his mouth and tongue to tease my clit and lips. I groan loudly – no one has done that before and it feels amazing. He slides another finger inside and continues teasing my pussy with his tongue and mouth, and I continue to thank him with moans and incoherent sounds of appreciation as I cum. He stops, lifts my back off the bed, and brings his face to mine, kissing me hard, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He asks if I want his cock inside me now. I tell him yes, that’s why I’m there. Suddenly he slides his cock inside of me – I panic. I didn’t mean “now,” I’m not on the pill, plus he’s a random guy I found on Craigslist (anyone can write “ddf” – that doesn’t make it true). I told him I’d bring condoms and checked to make sure the Magnums [bareskin <3] I buy would work – I tell him that again. He pulls himself out and asks me to get one. I hop off the bed, grab my purse from the chair and fumble out a gold foil packet. I open it for him, hand him the condom, and he puts it on his hard cock.
I love doggystyle, so I turn over and get on my knees for him, anxiously awaiting his cock. He wastes no time, slides it in and begins fucking me, grunting loudly. “Mmm is that what you needed, a cock to fill you up?” He asks me while he slams his cock inside me, grunting some more. I can’t answer right away. My brain seems to turn to mush when there’s a cock thrusting deep inside of me, and I can’t handle coherent thought let alone a response to a question. “Mmm, yes,” is my genius response. Thinking back to his post and his obviously pent-up frustration “Seems like you needed this, too.” He’s working up a sweat, and I feel it transfer to my skin as he pulls me closer. “I did…” he answers between grunts and thrusts. I pull his cock out of me, turn around and kiss his mouth, one of my hands stroking the back of his sweaty neck before my fingers make their way through his hair. I lower my pussy onto his cock, and slowly raise and lower myself a few times to fuck him. He grunts more, and puts me on my back once again to fuck me hard. We continue our loud moaning and grunting and sweaty fucking, him throwing me around when he wants to change positions. Neither of us cares that we can probably be heard in the lobby.
I’m back on all fours again and he tells me he’s going to cum soon. I tell him to cum for me, and he asks where I want it. I tell him it’s his choice. He finishes inside me with a few long, hard thrusts and groans and I feel his cock twitch inside me. He takes a minute to catch his breath, pulls out his cock and groans that I’m a naughty girl. He goes to the bathroom to clean up, taking a shower. He offers me the same, acknowledging his sweatiness. I notice the faint traces of blood on the sheets, pillow, and duvet cover, and tell him again “Uh oh, we made a mess. I warned you!” I glance at the clock and congratulate him on good timing, considering his plans. I clean up in the bathroom, but skip the shower. I put my dress and panties on, and find my earrings. He tells me a first name, and he asks for mine. I smile and tell him I don’t give my name, not even a fake. I leave, realizing I didn’t bother checking my mascara in the bathroom. I smirk as I quickly walk through the lobby, hoping the clerk pays no attention to the fact that I just strolled through less than an hour earlier and am leaving a bit more flushed in the face and mussed in the hair. I grab a perfectly timed cab and head back to the Airbnb.
We exchange some brief texts over the next few days but don’t meet up again. I return home from my trip and he texts me, telling me “I don’t think you got my best performance… I think I short changed u.” “i’ve already left [city]… sorry.” “Oh, you aren’t from here! Bummer. / I wish I had known.. I would have changed my schedule to see you longer / Come back to [city] and I’ll fuck you all night :)”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ce4tg/plan_b_married_guy_from_craigslist