[MF]: Canadian woman on holiday

Some time ago I posted to /r/dirtyr4r, thinking it very unlikely I would get a response as I live in Barcelona and most redditors are in the USA. However, several weeks after posting I got a PM from a Canadian woman, saying she was coming to Barcelona for a conference and was interested in meeting up.

In the run up to her trip we chatted regularly and got on well, with a lot of similar interests. She mentioned she was very nervous and had never done anything like this before. She wanted to do it with an mature, experienced man, which is why she had chosen me.

We arranged to meet in a café, and just to chat and get to know each other better. I arrived early and waited for almost an hour. She didn’t show up. I wasn’t entirely surprised.

I got a very apologetic PM later that evening. Apparently she had actually been in the café when I arrived and had seen me, but had got cold feet and left. I said that’s fine, no problem, it’s understandable. We arranged to try again in the same location the next day.

The second time she didn’t get cold feet, but she was quite nervous and I did most of the talking. We walked around the Gothic quarters and I showed her some of the sights. She didn’t seem very relaxed so after a while I said that I hoped she’d enjoyed the tour but perhaps it would be best if we left it at that. She seemed relived and we went our separate ways.

That evening I got another PM and we chatted online for hours. She was much more open when we chatted online. She apologised for being so nervous when we met, that she wasn’t used to this type of thing. I said of course it wasn’t a problem, that I had enjoyed meeting her. She said she wanted to try again the following day, as it was her last full day in Barcelona. She said she liked me and trusted me and that I should go to her hotel and just take control of the situation, and we chatted a bit about her likes and dislikes. We agreed that when we met I would do all the talking, and she would only talk if she wanted me to do stop or change what I was doing.

It was early evening at the end of a long hot summer day. She was staying in one of the tower block hotels near the seafront, and I took the lift to the 15th floor. She answered the door wearing only the hotel bathrobe. She had recently showered. Evening sunlight streamed through the hotel windows, and there was a great view of the seafront far below.

I told her to lie on the bed and close her eyes, and she did so. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her hair for a while whilst looking at her. I ran my fingers gently over her face and neck and shoulders. I was trying to make her relax, and it seemed to work. Her breathing became slow and even and her lips parted. I opened the dressing gown and ran my fingers over her breasts and tummy, then kissed and gently bit her breasts and neck. She started to wrap her arms around around me but I told her to just lie back and relax and keep still for the moment. I removed her dressing gown completely and took the pillow from under her head. She was now fully naked, and I was still clothed.

I continued to gently brush my hands over her body, moving gradually downwards. Her breathing quickened as my fingers explored her public hair, and she parted her legs to give me access between them. I was enjoying teasing her like this and ran my fingertips along the inside of her thighs, where the skin was beautifully soft and smooth. She parted her legs further, inviting me to touch her. My fingers explored the fleshy folds of her pussy, which were warm and wet, and I used my fingers to bring her close to orgasm. Then I picked the pillow off the floor and put it under her hips, and positioned her legs so that they were wide open and her hips thrust upwards.

I knelt on the bed between her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs gently. She knew what was coming and I knew that it was something that she had fantasied about regularly, because her hadn’t done it in years. With each kiss my mouth would get closer to her pussy, and when I was finally there I first held my mouth very close, letting her feel the heat of my breath. She smelt clean and fresh and delicious.

I explored her with the tip of my tongue, running it over the edges of her lips and first, then exploring between them, tasting her musky honey. I put my whole mouth over her, gently sucking on her swollen bud, running it between my lips. I looked up at her as I did this, and could see her reaction. She was in ecstasy. She quickly orgasmed and grabbed my head as she did so, and I felt her pussy muscles spasm and twitch as she did so. When she had caught her breath back she tried to pull me up to her but I told her I hadn’t finished yet.

I put my mouth to her pussy once more, this time spreading her wide with the fingers of my left hand whilst running the middle finger of my right hand between her buttocks, which were wet and slippery from my saliva and her pussy juice. As I ran the flat of my tongue up and down on her swollen clit I gradually wiggled my finger into her anus, and she orgasmed again once I’d reached the second knuckle. She panted and gasped out loud this time. Her anus spasmed on my finger as she came, and continued to twitch pleasingly for a while.

She lay passively getting her breath back as I sat up and quickly removed my clothes. I had been fully erect whilst pleasuring her, and my cock was rock solid and proud as my dropped my trousers and removed my shirt. I quickly put on a condom and then lent over her again. I kissed her breasts and then she wrapper her legs around me as I gently bit her neck.

She tried to pull me towards her with her legs but I resisted. I held her head by the chin and looked into her eyes. She closed hers at first but I told her to look at me, and she did so and our eyes locked. I entered her slowly and steadily without breaking eye contact. She was hot and wet and her hips twitched as I entered her, an intense look of passion on her face. I filled her and when I was fully inside her I rested my full weight on her, pushing as deeply as possible into her, feeling her pussy distending to accommodate me. She moved her legs upwards and pressed her heels into the middle of my back.

She was open to me now, no longer shy or nervous, but exposed completely, giving herself to me to take as I wished. I released her jaw and pinned her wrists either side of her head, and slowly began to thrust into her. I gradually increased the speed and force with which I pumped into her. Our eyes remained locked and she whispered to me “harder, harder”. I pounded roughly into her, and she rocked her hips and moaned with each thrust. The pressure was rising in my loins and I released her wrists, put one hand around her throat and the other pulling her head back my the hair at the back of her head. I need to dominate her completely. Finally the pressure at the base of my cock became unbearably, exquisitely intense, and I shot my hot cum deep inside her as she bucked her hips against me, her face red and covered in a sheen of sweat.

We showed after than, and had sex against the wall in the shower, then continued to fuck and bring each other to orgasm in various ways into the night. I left in the early morning.

We chatted a couple of days later when she was back in Canada. She said the experience would stay with her for the rest of her life and we both agreed to wish each other well and leave it at that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5a2x2i/mf_canadian_woman_on_holiday