Goodbye, Mr. Nice Guy (Pt. I) [MF]

It’s been 14 years since this happened, so my memory might be a bit rusty and some events might have been amalgaminated, but I like this story too much to not tell it, so here it is.

I’ve been raised pretty sheltered and was always more of a Nice Guy™. That wasn’t to say I was totally unsuccessful with women since I’ve never been bad looking and did have some talents (playing the piano worked remarkably well with girls back then), but it was that I always put in a lot of love and effort into my relationships and the more I gave, the more I seemed to push girls away — all the while the girls I talked to complained about the mean guys in their lifes but never could emotionally get past them. I could never quite get my head around this.

But this was the time in my life where I got into contact with some concepts like TRP and the Mystery Method and suddenly a whole lot of things started to make sense in my head. Especially the epiphany about how teasing and holding back builds way more attraction than just plain giving a woman what she says she wants.

These days, I think the whole seduction community went off rails and while I’m glad for some of the tools and insights, I’m not identifying with that often misogynistic community anymore. But back then I was young, I had a new secret weapon and I was determined to see if it worked out in real life.

And boy it did…

Her name was Elke and we met online. She was blonde, rather tall and stumbled across my profile. I teased her, made her jump through some of my hoops and we immediately had a spark of attraction going on. We wrote back and forth, and I stuck by the playbook, always going two steps her way and one step back.

When I saw she was giving in and showing signs of being attracted to me, I’d wait for a day or two to answer and let her suffer (and ping me back), it was really nice to see how that kept building and building. Funnily enough, she was also a great companion to flirt with, smart, quick-witted and outgoing.

Eventually, we decided to meet. She was living in another town about an hour away, so I borrowed my parents’ car and drove over. We decided to meet at a club near the train station, so I parked the car in a multi-story parking garage and went into the club to meet her.

It was a really nice evening and I pulled all the registers I had learned by then. Made her buy me a drink first, then we danced, had fun, and touched incidentally every now and then. I really enjoyed the sparks going and for the first time ever had a sure feeling reading her body language that she liked where this was going. She had some fire red lipstick on (I’m usually turned off by that, but it fit her well that night) and she was smiling all the time.

It was cute to see how she was a bit giddy and nervous but only if you looked very closely. Most of the time, she always had a snappy reply on my cocky comments, I really enjoyed how we played. We eventually sat down at a more quiet spot in the hallway and chit-chatted a bit. When she started to talk about some completely unrelated topic, I moved my hands up her back, slowly reaching up her neck and into her hair for a perfect execution of the kiss test (thanks David DeAngelo for that always working evergreen to us guys who have to dare the first step). She didn’t pull away, so I just progressed to kiss her soft, but intensely.

Just three seconds in, I stopped and got up. “So what, you’re already tired? Let’s do some dancing!” — and I jumped on the dance floor as if nothing had just happened.

I could really see how that turned her on. We probably stayed for an hour or so and then she asked if I wanted to come with her, watch a movie. “I don’t think you have any movies I’d like to see…” — “well, I’m pretty sure you will”.

We got our jackets, left the club and went to the parking garage. I still managed to play completely cool, but when we approached the car and there wasn’t anyone on the large empty parking floor but us, I was feeling confident enough to pull something off I hadn’t ever dared to do in my life before.

I said “wait a minute, there’s one thing I’d like to know” and approached her calmly and confidently from the front. Never stopping to look into her eye, I grabbed her by the belt with my left hand, pulled, and directly went into her pants with my right one.

I immediatly felt her completely smooth pussy lips and they were pretty wet. You could see she was just as shocked as she was aroused, she obviously wasn’t expecting this from someone she had just met. In just a split second she went from gasping with wide eyes to softly moaning and letting her head fall a bit back. She was trembling, but I was still playing cool.

“Looks like there’s somebody happy to see me…” — I pulled my hand out of her slip, still locked in eye contact with her and casually sucked her juice off my finger.

“So where do you live?” — I opened the car and sat down, by now turned on so hard myself my trousers were almost bursting.

“It’s not far. I’ll give you the directions as we go… … …asshole!”

She was giving me a mock angry face and I was smiling back. I started the car. We were descending through the garage, then going through a roundabout and after that one she told me: “Now it’s easy, just go straight for about a kilometer”

Which was the exact moment she started unbuckling my belt and finally giving my best friend some space — immediately continuing to lower her head to my lap and eagerly sucking me off with an intense vacuum.

Now it was my time to be slightly surprised. This was the first time someone was giving me head while I was driving a car, and that a first date. I finally couldn’t resist to let down my guard a bit and release a deep moaning roar.

“Oh well, looks like I’m not the only one who’s happy.” — she grinned at me and with some played coolness told me: “oh, by the way, to the right side after the traffic lights”.

I don’t remember the exact details of that night, only that we fucked like a steam train. Very long. And very often. The only thing I do remember is that I woke up at 11am with my rock hard dick in her mouth, again, before she mounted me for some riders’ breakfast. She was one of the few girls I met who was really craving for my cock all the time and I enjoyed it very much.

I had to return the car in the afternoon, so we had to stop it there, but even though we never ended up in a relationship, there were going to be a few more times we would be meeting. One of those was at least as worthy of remembering as the first time we met, as I proceeded to bump this game up a notch. But that’s up to writing down for a different day…

Thanks for joining your nice subreddit here as a first time writer and ex long time lurker, happy to hear some feedback in the comments!

(oh, and if someone F/20-35 from Germany is up for some kinky texting, feel free to PM, I prefer them submissive)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ac5mdr/goodbye_mr_nice_guy_pt_i_mf

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