How Not to Meet a Man on Reddit….[F22/M42]

If you asked me now how it started, I would lie to you. I’ve lied to everyone that has ever asked. I see the sidelong glances when we are out in public. I see them trying to indiscreetly guess if I’m his daughter. This is how it really happened, if curiosity should take hold of you. It all began with a Reddit post.

After eight years of supporting myself entirely on my own, the foundation that I had built was crumbling. The last straw was having my garage emptied out and most of my belongings stolen. Among them, a checkbook that was linked to my current bank account. My rent check bounced, and my landlord threatened to evict me after kindly suggesting that I ask my parents for money. Of course he didn’t know that they were the reason that I had to work the three jobs that it took to keep myself afloat. I took to Reddit. I poured my heart into a post about what was happening, too embarrassed to tell anyone that actually knew me.

And then I got a message, hitting on one of my emotional statements about how I might as well begin prostituting myself, because it was the only option left. It read “If you’re actually thinking about spreading your legs for rent money, send me a pic or two and let me know. I’m in [nearby city], can travel, have cash; if you’re cute and willing, we might be able to work something out.
I’m 42, white, decent looking, clean, and I like the idea of helping out a girl in distress.”

I was mystified. I had no idea if this Redditor was for real. I had no idea if I wanted him to be. I pulled a bottle of Crown Regal out and started pouring shots and truly evaluating the situation. I ended up sending a very inarticulate “No joke, I would absolutely be willing. I’m so scared of getting evicted. Text me and I’ll send pictures.” I tacked my number on to the end, took another shot of Crown and sent it.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into. A few nervous text messages later, I was agreeing to meet up with him and discuss the terms of a possible arrangement. He told me to pick a public place to meet at, so I told him about my favorite local sushi restaurant. I told myself that if nothing else, we would have some good food before I started living in the car that I was frantically trying to clean out before our meeting.

I was shaking. Why was I so nervous? I definitely couldn’t drive like this. I decided to smoke some weed before I left, judgement be damned. It’s not like the guy that knew I was accepting rent money in exchange for sexual favors was going to care about my marijuana habit, I told myself. No turning back now unless I really did want to live in my car. I pulled into the only empty space in the lot at the restaurant and cringed as soon as I realized that I had parked my shitbox next to his $80,000+ ride.

If you had asked me that first day what I thought of him, I would have told you about his arrogance. I would have told you that I felt invisible in his presence. That’s exactly why I relaxed. I was nobody, and it made me very comfortable. I knew that he could have another more beautiful, intelligent creature than I, there was no need to even question that. And that’s exactly why I left my car at the restaurant overnight.

I, myself am the kind of girl that absolutely loves sex. But this was new territory. I had never been this nervous before. I didn’t move this fast with strangers. But here I was, sitting on a hotel bed asking how he wanted me. I prayed that he wouldn’t say cowgirl style, because I was incredibly self conscious about being naked in front of this man that I was convinced would never find me attractive. I remember coaching myself, telling myself that if the sex was disappointing, I needed to just get over it. I told myself not to be surprised if his size was unimpressive or if it wasn’t very fun.

He asked me to lay on my back, and I did. I felt entirely too naked even with the lights off. I was surprised when I felt the bare head of his cock rub against my clit. Wasn’t he worried about birth control? I used my last coherent thought to let him know that I had an implant before he silenced me by filling me up completely.

I watched the look in his eyes change as he brought me to the edge of an orgasm almost instantly. Each time he thrusted deep inside me, I could feel him stretching me further. My toes curled and I tried not to dig my nails into his back too hard. I had never been pounded through orgasms in quite the same manner, and it was only making me cum harder. The fact that I wasn’t expecting it to be so good seemed to make the sex even better. I was positively purring by the time he was finished with me. My brain was swimming in a happy sea of dopamine, my legs dripping with the wet mix of our entanglement. I melted into his shoulder while we both caught our breath.

Our deal was to have 3 more dates. He handed me the full cash amount of the month of rent that I needed, and had me write a few checks just in case I were to back out. Little did he know that I was counting the days until he would be inside me again.

That’s really how it started. That’s how I came to know the man that makes my panties flood with a simple clever text. When people eye us as his hand rests innocently on my knee, I can’t help but smile because if they only knew…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4h7hfl/how_not_to_meet_a_man_on_redditf22m42