Success — My first squirt [FM]

I cannot remember if I posted and he responded, or if it was the way around. What matters is that this was my first time meeting someone from here, but we were practically neighbors. Meeting up took no effort. We met up on the street near where we lived: we promised this was just a date in public to see if we felt anything, to appease our nervousness.

As soon as we gave each other a greeting hug, I knew I wanted to feel our naked bodies press together. I was proud of myself that night, however: I was conversational, trying to understand why we were both entertaining the idea of fucking a stranger from the internet, when all I wanted was to hunt him and taste all of his flesh.

We waved goodnight, but not for long.

With a simple email, he came over to my place, where he promised he would follow my lead and only go as far as I wanted. I thought we might make out, get handsy, nothing too innocent but not too kinky either. Naturally, I was wrong. One kiss led to the shivers from his hand running down my back, our mouths opening with wet curiosity, the pressing of my hipbone up against his. Before I knew it, I had taken off his shirt and was rubbing his hands all over his soft torso. He did not even try to conceal his bulge.

“I am reading your body language and this question might be silly, but it’s important to ask. Is this what you want to happen tonight?”
“Yes.”

Consent is sexy, my friends.

The way this stranger took off my clothes was equal parts tender and filthy. He was really, really into my body – as much as I was into his. He brushed his hands against my curves whenever he took off an item of my clothing. He caressed my belly, far from flat, with the back of his hand. He undid my bra instantly, and squeezed my breasts and nipples while he pressed his bulge against my crotch. But my hips, my behind, where I carry most of my weight – his hands went crazy. I thought he would break my underwear. It was soaked by the time he pulled it off my body.

We sat there, naked. I was flushed, and he was just smiling. It was unbelievable that two strangers with nothing but a temporary zip code in common could have been so lucky; we were mesmerized with each other’s body, and ready for an evening of firsts.

I was his first fuck after a very long term relationship. He was my first BBC, and I was his first bubble butt. I gave him the first oral that made him groan, and he made me squirt for the first time.

My memories of the session have faded, and can only remember key pieces: I remember kneeling in between his legs, stroking his massive cock and trying to take it deeper and deeper inside my mouth. I remember the moment he pulled out his condoms, having made me sufficiently wanton with his thick lips on mine, and took his time to prepare just as a way to tease me. I remember the first time he fucked me, and the second, but not the third or the fourth. I do, however, remember the time he made me squirt against his cock.

Despite the intense pleasure I was feeling from the his expert stimulation and the kink of having a stranger from the internet fucking me hard and loud in my bed, I had not managed to come. I was ready to give up, but he wasn’t. So he asked me to get on top of him and start riding him. I was happy to oblige. We did it for a long time, and he talked to me throughout; the kink of his talk raised with every thrust.

Maybe this was happening. He asked me to turn around as I rode him so that he could watch my ass as I bounced up and down on him. I figured I would indulge him; I didn’t know that I would indulge myself. The angle did wonders; stimulation became very intense and I soon could not focus on what he was saying. Until his hands moved to my hips, guiding me faster on his cock, and to squeeze my behind. My fingers worked hard on my clit.

“All the time we were talking, I was hoping for this. I wanted your perfect ass bouncing on my dick. Just like you’re doing it now.”

That is what it took to push me over the edge. I moaned, maybe screamed, as I came hard around him. He cursed and pulled my ass cheeks apart, not taking long to come inside me after that. Which was good, because I stopped moving; something had felt weird. Almost like incontinence. He laughed, sitting up, and held me by the hips.

“I think you just squirted.”

The good thing about having a new fuck buddy who is your neighbor is that daily sex is not out of the question. And it only got better. The bad thing is that it’s easy to become used to it, and forget that sexual chemistry is, more often than not, a glimmer of good luck. Our life situations changed and our sexual relationship ended, but, thanks to that night, I now know I am a squirter. It’s just a matter of finding someone who can bring out the best in me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a3rrrq/success_my_first_squirt_fm