Squirting all over the world [MF]

Everything about S made me gain an annoying extra heartbeat in my pants.

He could switch effortlessly between speaking perfect English with an American accent and sexy-ass Colombian Spanish… he danced so confidently with the girls in the salsa clubs, and he rolled his r’s like a pro, teasing me with spanish tongue twisters that I could never get my mouth around.

He had these huge, open brown eyes that made you feel as if he were genuinely interested in what you were saying, but also that he was searching you for something.

I wanted to fuck him.

I’d been trying for 3 weeks to get into his pants, with no joy, we hadn’t even been flirty with each other. However I was a girl on a mission. I was returning to London in less than a week’s time and we’d all arranged to go to a club with some mutual friends. Tonight was my night…. Commence Operation Slut-bag!

I dressed in the sexiest dress that its possible to own during 3 months of backpacking and a tiny scrap of material claiming to be a thong.

As we made our way into the club, the dance floor was heaving with people grinding to the latest Reggaeton hits. The sexual atmosphere was palpable. I wanted to be there, dancing with S. However, we decided to watch the crowd for a bit and my friends and I took a seat up on the balcony. The waitress brought drinks and snacks which I picked at a bit nervously, then realising I wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this task I suggested we buy a bottle of Aguardiente for the table. (this is deadly Colombian aniseed liquor which acts a bit like tequila, giving you a little pick me up when you need it)

After a couple of shots of Aguardiente necessitated by some clumsy salsa practice, my friend J pipes up directing a question towards the only fluent Spanish speaker on the table.

“Hey do you know what this guy’s singing about in the chorus? I can’t make it out.”

S frowned, taking a sip of his drink and pausing to think. His full lips curled into a half-smile as he delivered the translation in a slow deep voice which made me shiver:

“I want to dominate you in the bedroom”

It was as if this was his own declaration, to me, and I had to physically turn away, becoming suddenly fascinated by the collection of clocks on the wall and trying to suppress the urge to grin. What he had done to me with just his words he would never know. I wriggled around in my seat trying to squeeze my clit to give me some relief from the constant pulsing.

After a couple more shots I realised that S and I were definitely flirting. I was finding any excuse to brush against his shoulder or leg while talking crap to him, gazing into his huge brown eyes. As the Aguardiente burned in my chest I felt incredibly sexy. I looked sexy, I fucking knew it.

Suddenly S stuck out his hand and asked “shall we dance downstairs?” I followed him down the stairs to the main dance floor, where I decided not to beat about the bush, taking advantage of the raunchy tune blasting from the speakers to push my body against his.

When we danced I was not consciously thinking about the next move my feet or hips were going to make, it did not matter that I didn’t know the steps because some sort of electricity was sparking from him to me, signalling my body to push into or away from his weight with imperceptible subtlety. He kissed me hard.

All this was making me really wet.

Before too long we were back at my apartment making out on my sofa. S had his hands under the slut-dress, tracing the skin just outside my thong then dipping his fingers inside me and rubbing my clit in slow circles. I enthusiastically grabbed his head, face and hair, trying to pull him closer on top of me feeling his hard dick against my stomach. Time to drag him up to the bedroom.

On the bed, his fingers pushed inside me again, deeper this time, hammering them in rougher and rougher, until I gushed forth a stream of squirt-juice which landed on the floor on the opposite side of the bed, making us giggle and momentarily breaking the tension. “did you know what you were doing just then?” I asked laughing (later on he would confess that was the first time he had made a girl squirt, and he was really proud of himself) For some reason I later took a photo of the squirt juice on the floor which I will try to upload.

S started rubbing my clit again but this wasn’t enough for me anymore. I wanted his cock everywhere, I wanted to taste it first. I was so excited to rip his pants off. But I tried to go slow, teasing his nipples with my tongue, I moved down, licking and kissing his chest and tracing the tip of my tongue over his hip bones, then sliding it along below the waistband of his jeans. I couldn’t tease him for long, so I ripped off his belt and released his cock.

I started by running just the tip of my tongue around the head, then slowly licking from top to bottom, with loads of spit, getting him nice and wet, then alternated between deep throating him and swirling my tongue around his shaft, I was having a lovely time but he suddenly jumped up and pulled my legs out from under me so I slammed down on my back onto the bed. Pushing my legs up over my head, he paused to drink in the scene before him of me and my pussy which was still soaking the sheets before pushing into me slowly at first, and then harder and harder… I rubbed and rubbed my clit teetering on the edge of orgasm but never quite making it…Fucking Aguardiente.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ugwyn/squirting_all_over_the_world_mf