****This is a long one, feel free to skip to the next section for the more salacious parts****
I was in the middle of my PhD in plant genetics in a small Northeastern town when I matched with someone named Elsa on a dating app.
As for context, my PhD experience had been isolating and alienating– cold, harsh winters seemingly spent as endless days pipetting buffer and fixing an endlessly dripping HPLC and nights of writing and debugging R code.
I hadn’t had much luck in dating or sex; I seemed to be always working, drinking too much when I wasn’t, plus the cliché social awkwardness that people often associate with scientists.
I was intrigued immediately by Elsa’s profile– my first impression of her was her large intelligent and melancholy hazel eyes, full lips, and pale skin.
She had included sparse text that suggested a witty and sharp personality.
In the very best sense, she struck me as an intimidating kind of woman.
We had a lot of shit in common and found quick rapport chatting about our cynical views of dating, politics, and society at large.
It was fun to talk to someone without feeling obligated to wear a cheerful “my life is perfect” dating mask.
Just from initial chatting, I was also fascinated by how filthy Elsa’s sense of humor was– she joked about slamming bourbon, challenging and beating people at burping contests, deepthroating cocks, and how she sometimes liked to fuck women with a strap-on.
I find self-empowered women with the agency to advocate for what they want an incredibly sexy trait.
I should mention a little about myself– I’m a pretty big guy (6’4″) and 200 pounds.
I’m not ripped or anything, but I am strong and stay active, going frequently on long hiking trips.
I wear glasses, have blond hair, blue eyes, and a full but fairly well-kept beard.
I invited Elsa over for dinner and despite her cool demeanor, she agreed.
When she arrived, I was amazed how she was actually orders of magnitude hotter than she presented in her dating profile.
She wore a black sweater woven from alpaca wool, dark gray hounds-tooth pants, and black knee-high leather boots .
She was six feet tall and her chestnut hair was cut at an angle and barely reached to her shoulders.
I consciencely tried to be cool and not stare, even though I could tell that her body was obscenely attractive.
She had a long, thin graceful torso and legs but still a bit of thick ass on her.
I couldn’t help but notice that her soft sweater formed around her fairly large tits.
I also noticed my hands were shaking as a sawed through a loaf ciabatta I had made.
“Have I already let this woman intimidate me?” I asked myself.
I served a creamy goat-cheese cauliflower soup, a mixed green salad, and a had a bottle of dry, hard cider I made last fall.
The conversational flow was easy, it felt good to drink and laugh at each others fucked-up stories.
We spoke about the relationship between science-fiction and science, ways in we both fucked with gender norms, and what we hoped to get out of life.
I do believe it was apparent that despite this connection, that we probably wouldn’t be a good dating match.
Still, I was happy, if for no other reason, to make a awesome new friend.
After eating and drinking some whiskey, we decided to go on a walk.
It was a moonlit night in late spring and the first fireflies were beginning to appear.
I gave her my arm to hold as we walked along a river and it felt so exhilarating to be so close to her.
After cutting down a side street, I asked is she was game to check out this old creepy huge graveyard on the edge of town.
We walked into the graveyard on a snaking footpath though a large dark granite arch, past a row of shadowy mausoleums, and up a hill seemingly randomly scattered with stone obelisks and oak trees.
After walking in silence for a while, I asked if she wanted to lie together and she said yes, sinking into my large wool coat that I laid down.
I asked if I could kiss her, Elsa pushed me onto my back and did it herself.
Her lips felt full and hot and kissing deeply into me, I pulled her tongue into my mouth.
It felt amazing to be wanted in that way.
Both of my strong hands slid under her black sweater where I could feel her ribcage breathing heavily and her strong back muscles.
She slid her long narrow hands over my chest which felt absolutely electric.
******************sexy part******************
I might have been worried she would sense how nervous I was, but a feral animal lust had already begun to overpower my own self-doubts.
In that moment, it somehow felt like we were falling through the ground below us.
I kissed her down her neck and collarbone amd filled my hands with her full, gorgeous breasts.
When I asked Elsa if I could touch her pussy, she unsnapped her belt without breaking eye contact.
Sliding my middle and ring fingers down her stomach and between her legs, I could feel that she was already fucking soaked.
“Show me.” I said and she put her hand on mine and taught me the combination to crack the safe.
Soon, I got on my knees next to her to curl my two fingers up and into her.
I slowly pulled my middle finger up and across her g-spot, my fingers gliding over the nerve tissues.
I bent down to her and felt the heat of her pussy in my mouth.
Alternating between writing Sanskrit characters on her labia with my tongue and gently sucking her clit, I continued to slowly pull the tips of my fingers across her g-spot.
I could feel an orgasm building in her chest like a fireball and when she told me not to stop, you better believe I didn’t.
Holding onto her hips with my other hand, I was floored to feel her pelvis bucking into my face as she came.
She pushed me back down and pulled out my already throbbing cock.
There’s really no way to describe the moment when a beautiful woman takes you into her mouth so I won’t even try.
I also must admit how much it turned me on to see her try and fail to take me all the way in.
Her long pale fingers curled around the base of my cock and balls and pressed into my perinium and she sucked me into her.
I was about say “don’t you dare fucking think about stopping” when she paused to say “get that fucking beautiful thing into me” which miraculously changed my priorities.
I flipped her over onto all fours and pushed her shoulders down into my coat.
Her ass was thick in the way that makes a man’s biological urge to breed overpower every other shred of common sense.
The way she held her pussy up to me– for me– made my cock so fucking hard.
Grabbing her hips I slowly pushed into her, only vaguely aware of the dark gravestones and blinking fireflies watching us.
Sometimes in my research, I’ll make my computer analyze large amounts of genomic data such that every CPU and all the memory are fully consumed– this is the best metaphor I can describe of how it felt to be inside of this woman.
In a sense, it was so pleasurable that I couldn’t even understand what pleasure was.
She was rubbing her clit as I held on to her ass and pushed all the way into her slick pussy.
She moaned, telling me to come in her but I tried to my best to hold off until she was close.
When her moans became louder and arrhythmic and turned into coat-muffled screams, I felt her pussy begin clenching onto my cock.
I lost my mind pushing all the way in and flooding her pussy as deeply as possible with what felt like gallons of cum.
I stayed in and on top of her for quite a while until reality began to recrystallize around us.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7mzuj2/fucking_in_a_graveyard_fm