[FM] My writing might not do the situation justice I don’t mean to make it sound trivial. I just loved how fast I completely lost control even though I was trying so hard to be good.
A little over a year ago I was 21. I had just gotten out of a string of silly relationships that led to nothing and made the decision to focus more on myself instead of on boys. My family lives in a city about half an hour from where I go to school and one time when I was in town visiting them I had went to go get a smoothie. The guy behind the counter told me I had beautiful eyes and asked for my number. I gave it to him cause there were a bunch of people in back of me on line and I didn’t want to make a scene. He was cute. But I didn’t want to date anymore guys. He texted me everyday asking about hanging out which I brushed off. This went on for maybe about four weeks.
In the meantime I had gotten an internship and I was required to go to a formal event that took place in the city where smoothie guy lived. The event ended early and feeling bored and adventurous I texted him to see if he wanted to meet up for drinks. I really wasn’t planning on fucking him it was just a beautiful night and I wasn’t ready to go home.
He suggested this nearby bar that I had heard of but never had the chance to go to. One of those outdoor venues with vines all over and indie music and porch swings.
I was late because I had trouble parallel parking my car in the tiny spots and had to walk a couple blocks to get there.
When I arrived I almost didn’t recognize smoothie guy. He was tall and lean with dark curly black hair and a strong jaw and five o’clock shadow. He was wearing dark jeans and a leather jacket. He encompassed such a different vibe than the person who was texting me for four weeks asking to meet up. He seemed calm and confident sipping his beer. He didn’t seem too over eager when he saw me.
We sat and talked for awhile. Well more he talked, he was 29 and had recently finished making a documentary in India and before that was backpacking across Europe with his band. He said he liked working at the smoothie place cause it provided him the time to focus on his art. He said that once he got older material things didn’t mean as much. (I know he sounds like the biggest cliche of a douchebag but I was 21 and had 2 lemon drops and four months on no sex and in that moment this unexpected cliche was apparently exactly what I needed to get my pussy soaking wet)
We talked for a little more at the bar mostly about photography and how I would like to learn how. I agreed I’d meet him at this hole in the wall bar that had the most “amazing” live music. When we got to his motorcycle I commented on an apartment complex that we passed saying that if I knew photography I would try to capture how old and cool the building was. He said, here I’ll show you, take out your phone.” I did. He told me to turn on my camera and put his hands over mine to help me position the angle for the best shot. I could feel my cunt buzzing. He said “There. See, now you’re a photographer” we stood by his motorcycle for awhile drowning in sexual tension before I said “ok so I’ll see you in like 15?” He looked at me confused “you’re not riding with me?” He seemed really genuine in his reaction. “No I don’t like motorcycles.” I said “have you ever rode one?” He asked and I said no but I told him my car was a few blocks away he said “how about you just let me take you to your car. You can even wear my helmet” I agreed and he handed me his helmet to put on. I couldn’t get the straps just right and he said “here let me help” I lifted up my chin and let this hot stranger adjust the straps like I was a little girl. Our faces were really close. His breathe was hot and smelled so good. He kissed me. It wasn’t one of those awkward “who will go first” types of first kisses that happen on first dates it was so animalistic and natural my entire body was buzzing. We both were surprised by how good kissing each other felt and after stopping and begging a couple times we were soon making out in the empty parking lot in back of the bar. I had promised myself no more boys but this felt like it was purely for my body and not my head.
That’s all I’m going to write for now cause I’m pretty turned on, if you are into this let me know and I could tell you what happened after.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9oi5dp/100_true_one_night_stand_i_masterbate_to_all_the
Oh hell yeah I want to hear more!
Damn straight you better keep going!! Really well written too! Bravo!
Tease..?
Keep going please
Of course we want the rest!!!!
Yes please tell the rest of the story :)
You captured the mood well, good going!
This is bad, if you don’t feel like writing the full thing just save a draft and work that shit off, then come back and write the full thing.
Please continue. This reminds me too much of how blue balls occur.
I gotta have more. This is scintillating
Could you please tell us more? I want to imagine how he used that sexy body of yours that you like posting pictures of ;).
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck