Long time reader, first time writer. I’m not sure how “wild” this story is, especially given I’ve decided to avoid over-embellishment — so I’ll let you be the judge.
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I’ve met Nancy about a month and a bit after I got out of a 5-year long relationship. It felt almost like a divorce — we did not marry nor had kids, but we’ve already decided on how our future would look like, so like many break-ups, I was emotionally drained and felt unwanted (she initiated it). Naturally I was a bit hesitant when it comes to meeting a new woman; my ego needed some TLC. With that in mind, understand that me venturing into the dating apps scene was a slow yet inevitable process: who doesn’t want an easy way to get acquainted with new people?
Everyone who’s in their 30s knows that first dates are not the same as it was in your 20s. For me, just recalling what’s it’s like to dress up, be confident and basically be a “fun guy” (something I was never good at) was a challenge. Understandably the first few dates I had with women were “meh”: some small talk, getting to know each other and each and single one of them was too mellow to have any follow-up. Generally speaking I consider myself a good conversationalist, but not a *charmer*.
But with Nancy it was different.
We decided to meet in a central area, nearby many bars and restaurants that are suitable for a date. She wore red leather pants that showed her curvy legs very well, and made her easy to spot from afar. First thing she does once I met her is to give me such a warm hug! I was taken by surprise, first but not last I’ve had that night. After the informal introduction she couldn’t hold herself and blurted, “gosh, you do look like your pictures. That’s so much fun!”
I was a bit surprised. I do consider myself handsome — 6′ tall, lean and athletic body build, well kept short beard — but I was not used to getting compliemnts for my looks. She briefly mentioned that other men she met head somewhat misleading pics, and ended that line of thought when she pointed at a nearby pub, a tapas place that offer different kinds of wine, too.
Over a good bit of wine we warmed up to each other.
Quickly enough it was evident we are undoubtly different people: whether it’s our families (mine’s big, her small), our topics of interest (I’m geek-ish, she’s a clubber) or even types of work (social worker vs. white collar job). But it did not bother us much, as the attraction and chemistry were too strong to avoid. Her ultra-blue eyes kept twinkling, her gaze checking me out without shame, and as she got more tipsy — and later, even drunk — we got to be a bit touchy-feely. I was having a blast, and once she decided to kiss me (I love a proactive, bold woman) I was sure this person is fun to be with. We made out only little, chatting again, and then back to making out, and in between she said something to the effect of “I’m definitely going to fuck you. Not tonight though, but some other time. Maybe even next time.” Man, she’s full of surprises, I thought to myself; given how little I expected from that date, to me that was the highlight of the evening.
We did not have sex that night. That’s OK though, good things come to those who wait.
Our next meetup was in a different bar, same neighborhood, which just happens to be a walking distance from my home (I’m lazy, I know). That second date was just as good and it felt as if we are both impatient to put our hands on each other. Soon enough we get to my place by taxi (again, lazy means one doesn’t walk much) and Nancy, all 5’5″ of her, is all over me: kissing, grabbing, rubbing her hands over my clothes to try and feel out my muscles — at the time I was working out 2-3 times a week. I didn’t lose my nerve and I reciprocated and started undressing her, until she ended up only with her jeans and short, almost see-through blouse. Only after removing some garments and layers — it was a cold evening — I got to fully appreciate her sexiness.
Now, her body type is hard to define, but I’d say that round, firm, perky tits and smooth skin would be the best description. Her light blue eyes contrasts her dark hair and her cute face is dominated by her lucious lips.
At this stage of our make-out we realize it’s best if we move to my bedroom: I live alone, which is nice, but the sofa in the living room is terrible and not comfy at all. My lust for her prevailed and I got down to my underwear quickly, not even waiting for her to ask for it. She paused to study my body for a short while, and then she took off her shirt and bra. We goofed around a bit more and I tried, unsuccessfully, to take off her jeans. I couldn’t: they were too tight. If in the previous date she wore those sexy red ones, now it was a solid semi-torn jeans, and too tight for me to be able to tear it off her body. She struggled herself to come out of it and to my surprise she wore no underwear!
She smirked and said, “these are too tight to wear with panties anyway”. Some mutual touches ensued: me feeling her getting wet and wetter, and she fondled my already hard 6″ cock. She pushed me back towards the bed, pulled my underwear down and decided to give me head.
Now, I have had better better blowjobs in my life, but she did something no one else have done before: she locked her eyes onto mine, and she stroked my shaft while fondling my balls. It was an amazing feeling and I thought I should return the favor, but Nancy was too eager and wanted me to penetrate her. I put on a condom and got on top of her, pumping faster and faster. After a short while we decide to change positions and she climbed on top of me, holding herself up by putting her hands on my chest. This resulted in me having a magnificent view of her stomach, tits and face, flushed in waves of pleasure.
We climaxed together. It doesn’t happen often that a first-time sex ends up at a simultanous orgasm, and I think we were both appreciative of the amazing chemistry. The post intercourse bliss kicked in and my brain already got sleepy, which she took as a sign to leave.
In other words, she did not stay to cuddle.
This is aligned with the epilogue of this story: we had a few more fun weeks going on — for instance, the second time we had sex it was a simultaneous orgasm, *again* — but given some issues in her life we did not continue to establish of FWB relationship. One thing for sure: this experience has helped me regain confidence and get back into the dating scene with renewed energy :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7nh8ph/my_first_time_with_foxy_nancy