Losing my [M] virginity to an Instagram Model [F]

Throwaway account because I prefer to keep my little adventure anonymous. Just a one night thing, but boy was she awesome! First of all let me set the scene. This happened about 3 months ago, I was invited to this very OTT wedding, held on the same day as the Royal wedding, set at a popular beach in Sydney. Probably around 500 guests, but maybe my vision doubled after a couple of drinks! But I definitely saw her, how can I miss her? My high school crush, Emily. I am sure you all know that girl, the one that is so beautiful it hurts to look directly at her. The one that is such a stone cold bitch that could just push her hand through your chest, grab your heart, crush it whilst keeping a devilish smile on her face. Emily is that girl.

But how can you hold anything against her? Tall beauty, taller than me at least, but that isn’t too hard! Silky hair, falling like liquid gold onto her back. One of those faces that you have to look twice just to see if she is real or a beautiful creature of your imagination. Curves in all the right places, her breasts immaculate. Easily putting double D’s to shame. Her body spectacular, the perfect mix of thick and thin, with one hell of an ass. Her personality on the other hand, left much to be desired. Your typical stone cold queen bee. I didn’t have the pleasure to experience it first hand during high school, at least not on a romantic kind of level but I knew what she was capable of. What the hell, I would take the heartbreak any day, you would too if you saw her.

I am not going to tell you that I am a model coz I am not. Shorter compared to most, I could be in better shape. But is not all bad, thanks to my greek descent I have managed to score dark hair, hazel eyes and olive skin. I have even been called cute. So hey! I might have a chance.

I haven’t seen her since we finished high school, and oh boy! She was still as breathtaking as I remembered her or even more. I am no fashion expert so bare with me whilst I try to describe her outfit. She was wearing this royal blue velvet short dress that ended like a triangle at the front and back. Square cleavage revealing those perfect breasts to the nth degree, with thin straps that run like a corset towards her back. And the back of the dress, oh man, that back low enough to let you see the start of the amazing curvature of her ass. High heels that accentuated her beautiful toned tan legs. God she looked insanely beautiful. The thought of her in that dress has been keeping me up since.

Anyways the wedding got underway, music started to play but for some reason they decided it needed to be at eardrum murdering volume. My ears turned to mush just by being there. After an hour of this (yes, an hour cause I’m kind of an idiot and I was chugging some liquid courage to be able to break out some moves on the dancefloor), I decided to head down the beach for a break. Lucky enough whoever planned this wedding had thought about having some seating away from the noise. So I find a spot just a couple of seats away from a group of older people all smoking and chatting, in what I think it was Arabic, for about 15 minutes. Clearly, being able to barely speak English, I didn’t even attempt to engage in conversation with this bunch. Instead I give them a simple nod and a smile.

I just sat there, lost in my thoughts, trying to remember the last time I had sex. Damn, too long! Why did I ever think that I would be able to get some during a wedding? I should have done something beforehand and after seeing Emily. I just felt that I was about to explode. Almost without realizing, she was sat there, not too far from me, drinking some wine and looking at her phone, not paying much attention to anything or anyone. I freeze, the liquid courage has failed me yet again. For the next 5 minutes, all I do is stare at her. OH MAN, I SUCK! if I could have seen myself I would have slapped me. One of the older guys sees me staring at her like an idiot, and gives me this look. You know that look right? The “don’t be a dick and talk to her” look. So I think “fuck it” and approach her. I move closer to where she is sitting and say “Hey Emily, remember me?” She looks up at me, stares into my eyes, almost soul reaching for a second before shaking her head and saying “No, sorry. Why would I know you?”. That stung! I guess she is still that bitch from high school. I try and regroup in my head and reply “We went to high school together, we use to have the same classes? My name is Sam S.” Something shifted in the way she looked at me, like she had found a missing piece of a puzzle. Smiles back at me and says “Ah yes! Of course, sorry I didn’t recognize you before. You look different from what I remembered!” Bullshit, she probably still doesn’t know who I am, but I’ll take it!

We start talking and things get flirty. Alcohol must have kicked in, because I was not my usual self. Also, what’s going on? I don’t remember her being this engaging. She is laughing, casually touching my knee. Who the hell is this girl? By the 30 minute mark I’ve built up enough courage, I get up from my seat, grab her hand and asked her if she wants to dance. Never being the “take the bull by the horns” type of guy, I was expecting her to let go of my hand and sack me off, but it worked! Walking just in front of her, I lead her to the dancefloor. My mind was in a million places at once. Was I really standing in the middle of the dancefloor with her? Did I have too much to drink? In the end it didn’t matter, I knew in that moment it felt right and I wasn’t going to miss on this opportunity.

I can’t recall if it was an hour or maybe four, who cares. I had my hands all over her body, exploring every single inch of skin that was on show and all of the other bits that were barely covered by that velvet dress whilst we were dancing. I found that perfect nook between her neck and her ear. My lips and tongue tracing her smooth skin, nibbling on her earlobe. I could feel her breathing slowly picking up the pace and decided to go for the kiss. Better than I ever had imagined. Her lips pressed against mine, her tongue playing with mine. I was in heaven! Where is the ice queen that I knew way back? I felt her pressing harder on me, kissing turning into full on make out session. I needed to get out of there and take her with me, otherwise my lack of sex was about to give the guests an extra show.

I don’t know where my usual overthinker self was, but I didn’t miss him. Without saying a word, I took her hand and started walking towards the beach again. It was dark already and past the seating area I had seen a secluded area near the sand dunes where we could take our private party to. We found a little spot, away from prying eyes, took my suit jacket off so she could sit comfortably and guided her down. I wanted for her to feel as powerless as I felt every time I looked into her electric blue eyes, so I layed on top of her and made my way to her mouth. Her lips tasted amazing, I could have kissed her until I ran out of breath, but there was so much to explore and I knew this was probably my only chance. I started running my hand down her neck, on to her shoulders. Those little thin straps taunting me, asking me to take them down, I like to comply so I did. I pulled those fuckers down, pulling the top of her dress down, giving breathing room to her amazing boobs. How are those things real? I just couldn’t help myself and latched on, like my life depended on it. Every inch of her body tasted amazing, I needed to keep tasting her so I followed the trail down to her bellybutton with my lips as my hands continue to explore. They found the bottom edge of her dress and started pulling it up.

I could feel how warm she was whilst I was teasing her thighs with my hands, I knew she wanted more and I was to give her my all, but not just yet. My mouth was making its way down closer as my hands were making their way up. She was wearing this red tiny thong that barely covered her. Fingers first, just to give her a first stroke, because I am a gentleman. Man, she was soaking wet. I had to taste her, I pushed her thong to one side so I could admire her pussy in all of its glory. Smooth, pink, perfect. Pushed one finger in, she let out a little groan, I knew I was on the right track. Second finger in, her groan got even more intense. Lucky for us, her moans were drowned out by the crashing waves. Pulled my fingers out and had my first taste, glorious! I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to bury my face in between her legs and eat the hell out of her. I slowly slid my tongue into her warm, dripping pussy, I had to drink her all in. I found her little pulsating jewel of a clit and stroked it with my tongue she squeezed my head between those powerful thighs harder and harder. But i kept licking, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her as i gently rubbed both her clit and stiff nipple between my fingers. Besides the sand going everywhere, i was loving this. I was having my way with this stone cold bitch was incredible. I just kept sliding my tongue in and out of her golden pussy, rubbing her clit harder and faster while she moaned louder. Soon enough, i felt her entire body tense up, and boy can she squirt. Practically washed my face in her cum like a water fountain, but it was so worth it! Licking up her juices, i knew i wasn’t done with her yet. Faster than i ever have before, i pulled down my pants and pushed all 7 inches into her. Right as i slide into her, i pressed my cummy lips against hers, giving her a taste of herself. Boy was she tight. Like trying to force your head through a tight neck hole tight. And god it felt fucking amazing! By this point, i was pushing in and out as fast as i could. We kept kissing as i rocked her body back and forth, feeling it go from tense to relaxed. And as before i knew it, i shot my load deep into her already dripping pussy.

Staying inside her, i roller her on top of me as we just kissed. And we stayed that way until we felt the tide coming in. We both redressed and went back to the wedding, which was still going. For the rest of the night, Emily and I stayed close, lightly flirting and drinking still. Around 5am the wedding ended, and we went our separate ways. A few days later i found her on Instagram, and it turns out she is an instagram model.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/99mop1/losing_my_m_virginity_to_an_instagram_model_f

7 comments on “Losing my [M] virginity to an Instagram Model [F]

  1. Anyone else find it funny that every guy is 7 inches on here? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that’s like top 5%

  2. > “Losing my [M] virginity”

    > “trying to remember the last time I had sex. Damn, too long!”

  3. – lost virginity that night
    – also thinking about the last time you had sex

    Hmmmmmmm…

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