This is a story about how my husband (then mutual friend turned boyfriend) and I found ourselves in the middle of nowhere, renting a car, and fucking in a motel room. TLDR! Story’s over! Jk. Okay, here it goes:
I had just recovered from a fatally scarring relationship with an ex-girlfriend and found myself in a Winnebago with a couple of strangers. My friend promised, “C’mon, it’ll be fun. We’ll go camping, get stoned out of our minds, and possibly you get to shoot a slenderman.” Of course, it was a promise – a promise where my friend flaked out at the last second – and I was stuck in a van with mushrooms in my backpack and we were driving to fucking OREGON!
In the first few hours of our drive, I happened to get stuck with this guy (husband) who’s babbling about making waffles and jet propulsion. I, apparently, liked his babbling because he was hilarious and shared his chips and soda with me. I also found out that we had a lot of shit in common. One of them was: we wanted to get out of here. On the next stop, we had opted to rent a car to take us back. And while we were waiting for our reservation the next day we opted to stay at a two-bed motel room and found ourselves having dinner at a diner.
One thing weird about is that I like seeing people eat. It turns me on. He turned me on. Apparently, he felt the same way. Lol! After dinner and after reaching our room we found ourselves heavily making out. His hands stayed on the small of my back – which I grabbed and placed on my butt. His glasses were in the way, so in a playful gesture I grabbed at it and wore it to ask, “How do I look?” but he replied with, “Really blurry~” and I laughed at the silliness of what I’d done while his mouth found my neck to kiss around it.
We tried to stop ourselves after he’d managed to suckle on my tits through my sheer, lacy bra. We tried to say that maybe we should take things slow but I knew it was never going to happen. After thirty minutes of just staying there: him in his boxer briefs, his toned body beautiful against the t.v.’s glow and me in my “vintage” shirt that smells way too much of ‘I surf, do you?’… in our separate beds…
I found myself crawling to his bed and sitting on his stomach – pinning him down as I pressed my lips to his. Both of his hands cupped my ass and squeezed each cheek before I found myself under him. We looked at each other for a few seconds then proceeded to kiss again. But this time he’d yanked my panties off, tossing them somewhere. I remembered feeling tiny against him – him being 6’4 and me being 5’0” – tiny enough to raise both my legs up and remove his boxer briefs with my toes. It didn’t even take a minute before I found him entering me… cumming on my tummy. And since both of us were still into fucking each other’s brains out – I let him cum inside me the entire time up until we found ourselves back in that diner, having waffles for breakfast.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6e91n7/fm_first_time_fucking_in_a_seedy_motel_room_in
He is one lucky dude