I sat on the edge of Nicole’s bed. She grabbed the collar of my dress shirt and yanked me forward for a single, slow kiss. “I’ll be right back,” she smiled.
There’s nothing like that moment: you’re in a stranger’s bedroom for the first time, she excuses herself to get ready, and you have a suspenseful minute to contemplate sex.
I watched Nicole, my Tinder date, walk away. She was about 5’4 with dark hair. D cups peeked out of her plaid button-down.
Leaning back on Nicole’s bed, I glanced at her decorations. She had a comic book collection, but my vision was too woozy to read titles. “Too much whiskey,” I thought.
I was on my stomach with my face buried in pillows when I felt Nicole’s body pressing against my back. “Oh, you fell asleep,” she laughed. “I was gonna fuck you.”
The forwardness of her comment turned me on. I rolled over to see she was wearing a bra and thong. I made a trail of kisses from her cleavage to her pelvic bone and slid the panties down her thighs.
Kissing up Nicole’s right thigh, I slid two fingers into her dripping pussy and curled them to put pressure on her G-spot. She arched her back and moaned: “I want a cock inside me.”
I furiously unbuckled my jeans while she undid buttons from my shirt. I’m 5’11 with a slightly athletic build. Her warm hand gripped my shaft.
“Fuck,” she said, smiling. “You’re ready.”
Suddenly I felt possessed by an incubus. (That’s the male equivalent of a succubus; I just had to Google it.) I kicked my shoes off the edge of the bed and lunged forward with my jeans pulled halfway down my ass.
Teasing at first, I used the tip of my cock to spread her outer lips. Her 21-year-old pussy started to grip me. On her left thigh I noticed a tattoo of “The Flash” super hero logo. (I’m still curious if there’s a story behind it, but I never had a chance to ask.)
Nicole’s green eyes widened and her breathing changed when I went deeper. “You’re so hard,” she said, rubbing her tits over her bra. “How long have you been want to fucking me?”
I pinned her hands against the mattress, going so hard and fast that a book nearly shook off the headboard.
“When we sat at the bar.”
“Why’d you want to fuck me?” she whispered.
“The way you kept those top two buttons undone,” I said, planting a kiss between her perky breasts. She wrapped her arms around me and rolled me onto my back with surprising force.
She yanked my jeans past my knees. Planting two hands on my chest to balance herself, she bounced and grinded at full speed.
Nicole’s pussy tensed and twitched. I looked at her Flash tattoo and speculated maybe it had to do with how fast she made guys cum.
In a flash of good judgement, I realized we weren’t using a condom, which wasn’t cool. It would be extra irresponsible to finish inside her.
Another glorious twitch. “Whoah,” I whispered. “Hang on…”
Nicole ignored me. My cock was her personal toy, and she wasn’t done with it.
She unclipped her bra. I reached up to feel the weight of her tits and run my thumbs over her small nipples. Nicole crossed her arms above her head and pulled her hair back.
My balls became tight and I felt a tell-tale throbbing in the tip of my cock. “Whoah, whoah, whoah,” I whispered.
Nicole lunged forward and pressed her palms on the headboard, squeezing her tits against my face. She arched her back, and her breaths became rapid and shallow. I loved how she was trying to be quiet – unlike the theatrical orgasms in porn.
Glancing down the bed, I saw her smooth lips gripping my shaft to the base. When she came, her pussy gained a mind of its own. “Fuuuuuckkk….” I mumbled as it twitched and constricted and stroked my shaft all by itself.
By then Nicole had mostly caught her breath. She smiled down at me with pride as her pussy drained every drop of cum from my eager balls. My legs twitched with each slight movement of her hips.
“Damn,” I muttered. With a devilish grin, she jiggled her ass, and the overwhelming pleasure rushed back.
I woke up first the next morning. Nicole was fast asleep, turned toward me with one arm reached out. I peeked under the comforter at her hourglass figure, which looked even better in sunlight. I realized the Flash tattoo on her inner thigh wasn’t just a dream.
Not all vaginas wear capes.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/807l3o/not_all_vaginas_wear_capes_mf_m27_f21