This is the story of the first time I hooked up with the woman who would become my wife. Today, in the #MeToo era, I probably would have done things differently. Thankfully, I read the tea leaves correctly back then.
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I was looking forward to my third date with Sara. And I was really horny. Our first two dates were pleasant, but chaste, and I eager to see how far I could push the envelope for this encounter. Sara was a petite, cute brunette in her late 20s. A recent immigrant to the U.S., she had a vaguely Eastern European accent that only added to her girlish charm.
We had a fun day around the city appeared to cap it off with a nice and late dinner at one of its better restaurants. Sara had parked her car in my luxury condo building, as we were walking back to it, I was telling her about how I had purchased my place only a year prior, when it was first built. The thought occurred to me that this was my moment to test the waters, so I nonchalantly asked if she wanted to take a look around. She replied, “sure, why not?”
We went upstairs and I showed her around the place. It was a bachelor pad to be sure, but definitely a nice one. Sara seemed suitably impressed, but gave nothing away. As I walked her around the rooms, we continued chatting away lightly.
The tour finished in my bedroom, where she inspected the contents of my bookshelf. By this time, it was close to midnight. Sara turned to me, and thanked me for showing her around. Then she said that it was late, and she should be heading home.
“Nooo…” I said in a mock whine. Then I softly said, “would you like to spend the night?”
Sara hesitated for a bit, then replied, “thanks, but it’s late and I should probably head home.”
“Well, how about you just stay for a little longer so we can talk some more,” I said. Sara paused but then agreed and sat down on the carpet, leaning her back against the dresser. She brought her knees up, exposing her bare legs under her jean skirt.
I sat down facing her, and we talked for a bit longer. I knew this was the time to make a move. As we chatted, I slowly leaned in and kissed Sara on the lips. She responded in kind. 30 seconds into kissing, she lowered her knees to the ground, and I put my left hand on one of them. No reaction, and we continued kissing. I slowly moved my hand on her leg up towards her skirt, waiting for her to say something or stop me. She didn’t.
I reached her panties and started rubbing her. Sara began moaning softly but continued kissing me. After a few seconds of this rubbing, I slid her panties to the side and inserted my middle finger into her pussy.
Sara’s soft moans became loud gasps of pleasure, and she wasn’t able to concentrate enough to kiss me any further. Silently, I gently thrust my finger back and forth into her, and then began curving the finger up in a “come here” gesture inside her. She was vibrating like crazy, and after about a minute, she (very) loudly orgasmed.
I took my finger out and looked at her. Sara sat there with a somewhat bewildered and flustered expression on her face. I grinned and said, “I’m not done yet.” Pointing to her panties, I authoritatively told her, “those are going to come off now.”
Sara didn’t say anything. I gently moved her (still in a seated position) away from the dresser, so she was lying down on the carpet – not even bothering to get her up to the bed. I squatted down in front of her, raised the front of her skirt, grabbed her panties, then slid them down her legs and feet. Her pussy was completely exposed now. It was trimmed, but honestly, a bit hairier than what I was expecting. Sara still didn’t say a word, but had the most mortified expression on her face. I couldn’t tell if this was because she forgot to groom herself, or because she was thinking about how she was literally lying down on some stranger’s carpet fully clothed from the waist up but completely naked from the waist down (with said stranger also fully clothed).
Well, I didn’t let some extra hair or an embarrassed expression stop me. I put my head in there and started eating her out without hesitation. Sara’s only response was to loudly cry out in ecstasy, broken up only with her gasping out the same three words over and over – “so… much… pleasure…” (Which I thought was kinda funny, but I guess non-native English speakers probably choose more literal words to communicate how much they’re enjoying themselves.)
After 30 minutes of non-stop oral sex, we took a brief pause. Sara contently murmured how she had orgasmed several times under my administrations. Now, it was my turn. We both shed all of our clothes, and went to my bed. At first, our bodies were just jumbled together, as we kissed, or groped each other, or I sucked on her nipples, or I fingered her again. After another half hour or so of this fun, it was my turn to end up on my back and her mouth engulfed my cock.
Back and forth, up and down she went for a few minutes. I can’t express how great it felt; it wasn’t the “best” blowjob I’ve ever had by any means, but it was one given by someone who cared about giving her partner as much satisfaction as possible. I felt a familiar feeling swell inside me, but I guess I was lost in my own world and forgot to give a courtesy heads-up. The pressure built up and I burst into her mouth, filling it up. Sara’s eyes grew wide, but she didn’t move her mouth away until the ejaculations had finished. With an annoyed look, she said (literally, with her mouth still full of cum), “why didn’t you tell me?” Then she got up to go spit out my future babies in the bathroom sink.
Thankfully, she didn’t hold a grudge and she came back to curl up next to me to go to sleep. After all, it *was* late.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7z0ats/mf_ambiguous_consent_how_i_first_sexed_my_future