I had some [F]un in Europe [Part 2]

Thanks for everyone’s appreciation of my last post. I’m glad others enjoyed my story as much I enjoyed reliving it!

I got home from the flight attendant’s house around lunch time and immediately passed out. My legs were shaking and I couldn’t drag myself into the shower to wash off the smell of sex and our combined cum from my body. I woke up around sunset, feeling better than I had felt in the longest time. I checked my phone and saw a message from him, thanking me for an amazing night. Unfortunately I would be leaving the next morning and he was spending time with family that night so I had to go looking for someone new to play with.

I changed my Tinder bio to say I was looking for some fun just for the night and started swiping. It took me about an hour before I settled on “Luca”. He had visited my hometown earlier that year and we were chatting about it. This was taking too long so I made it very clear that I was leaving the next day and now was his only chance to meet. We agreed to meet for drinks in an hour and I started getting ready. I wanted to put on something that would make it hard for him to focus while we chatted. I put on a pair of strappy red underwear and a matching bra, rolled on a tight pair of jeans and tucked in a button up white top. I made sure to only button it enough to close over my bra, should I turn or shift a certain way I’m sure anyone looking would get a good look at my round tits pushing against the straps.

He looked exactly like his photos, short blonde hair with bright blue eyes and a smile that I am envious of. He was a lot taller than I expected, my head barely came up to his chest. We spoke about my lack of sightseeing in Switzerland and my future travel plans, comparing them to his previous trips. I leaned in closer with every passing moment, inhaling his amazing smell, trying to focus on the words coming out of those tempting lips. I think he realized my mind started to wander because I felt a hand grip my thigh and his face lowered directly in front of mine. “You are not listening are you?” he says with a grin. I apologized, placing my hand over his large, warm one. We ordered another drink each and his hand began to slide further up my thigh, squeezing it as he inched his finger closer and closer to my increasingly wet pussy. If a man looks at me the right way, I will start dripping, and this man was looking at and touching me in all the right ways. He leans in, his lips almost touching my ear, and whispers, “your place or mine?” I audibly sighed and could feel my legs squeezing tighter together. “Yours.” We paid the bill and stood out in the cold, waiting for the Uber to arrive. I leaned into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist, but his hands were a little more adventurous. I could feel both of his strong hands slide down my waist and over my ass, resting there, giving it little squeezes as I giggled.

When we finally arrived at his flat, he offered to grab me something to drink and being the slut I am, responded, “I’ve got all I need right here,” squeezing his growing erection through his jeans. His mouth crashed down on mine as I managed to unbuckle and pull his belt out with one fluid motion. I turned his back towards his bed, pushing him down. I drop to my knees and crawl towards him as he watched me with his mouth agape. I tugged his jeans off and his cock, at full attention, fell back against his muscled stomach. I kept my hands to myself to start, but my mouth went straight to work. I licked the underside of his shaft, eventually licking down to his balls and all the way to the tip of his cock, now glistening with precum. I moan as I take his coated head into my mouth and begin sucking off everything I could get. He pulls my hair back and tells me to spit on his dick and I comply, dribbling my saliva all over his cock so that my hand can finally be of use without much resistance. When I was satisfied that his cock was wet enough my hand began to work its way up and down his shaft, twisting my hand up and down while my tongue lapped at his large, pink head. He warned me he was going to cum, but I was not letting up, I was thirsty after all. I picked up my pace, keeping it steady, my head bobbing up and down. His legs tightened around my shoulders and I felt him twitch in my mouth. I sucked harder, trying to pull every drop of cum out each time my lips moved away from the base of his cock. He starts swearing under his breath and I smile at him, asking if he enjoyed it.

The sex afterwards wasn’t much to share. However the next morning I woke up to a cold feeling between my legs, I looked down and saw him kissing my thighs, a finger tracing up and down my wet pussy lips. “I thought I better wake you before the alarm,” he says as he kisses up the inside of my thigh. I tell him that was good thinking and he wastes no time in licking and sucking on my clit in a way that made me cum instantly. My hips were bucking so much he had to reach his arm across my stomach to hold me down. I told him I was done but he just moved his tongue lower, pushing it in and out of my pussy as his thumb continued to rub against my swollen and throbbing clit. He finally pulled his mouth away, finally kissing me. I love my taste on another man’s mouth so I ran my tongue all over his lips, feeling desperate to pull him in closer. His fingers returned to tracing the outside of my lips before he shoved two fingers deep in to me, working his hand in a way that I knew would cause me to squirt all over his sheets. The sound of my wetness and the intensity of our kiss brought another orgasm crashing over me as my pussy tightened around his fingers. I finally had to push him off, I was so sensitive. He offers me a towel to clean up and smiles as he wishes me a good morning. I gather my things and give him one last kiss as I leave to pack up my stuff and head to England.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b4qtl3/i_had_some_fun_in_europe_part_2