Part One was about our day on the island.
It was not the first time Kaelyn and I fucked, but it was the most memorable. As we thrusted against each other, our bodies intertwined, her legs wide and wrapped around my back, her tight pussy pulling me inside her, we became covered with a sheen of ocean salt and sweat. Our bodies responded to each other. It was one of those encounters where time stopped – we were fucking each other so thoroughly it felt like we could either continue forever, or bring it to a climax, cum and collapse eternity into an instant.
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Our first time together was a bit slower, more tentative. Not as sex crazed as some of the other stories on here (or even some of the other experiences I’ve written about and shared.)
My late teenage years (we were legal) were a blur of making out, groping under shirts and playing in underwear. There weren’t that many places I could go with someone, and with little experience it was a lot more experimentation before and around sex than actually having it. That was what it was like with Kaelyn. Playing with her tits as they popped out of her tight white push-up bra, sucking and gently twisting her nipples. Her panties soaking wet but us not taking it further.
Having more sexual experiences in my twenties didn’t mean I could better predict when I would fuck someone for the first time. Sometimes I’d meet someone at a party and have insane chemistry with them but we’d never end up in bed. Other times a date could plod along, and then I’m suddenly naked and inside them. I can never figure out which kind of date it‘ll be, how much sex would be involved, until much later.
With Kaelyn, the first time we would fuck each other was a lot more telegraphed. Sometimes the advance planning adds to the anticipation of being inside someone. Kaelyn let me know weeks in advance that she would be upstate for a conference, and that she would be in the city over the weekend so I could fly in to meet her. We never talked about where I would be staying, but I assumed the hotel room would be on Kaelyn’s company, and I brought lube and protection.
***
After a walk around the city and Central Park, we headed back to her hotel room. We put on the TV and she curled up against me in her tight white dress. At first, all I wanted was her scent, her body heat. I ran my hands over more innocuous areas, her arms, the outside of her thighs over her dress. But then I trickled my fingers down her neck and under her dress into her cleavage.
In high school, Kaelyn was more ample than most – if you’ve read some of my other experiences here, you know that I can be a sucker for a girl with big tits. After college and graduate school, and then living in the city, I’d explored many more different shapes and sizes of women, body types. As a man, tits are tits and anytime a girl lets you play with hers it’s amazing. But Kaelyn had a lot under her white dress to play with.
***
The rest of the afternoon was a slow burn. I inched my fingers down her top and under her bra, she moaned and stretched languidly. For close to half an hour neither of us made an aggressive move to tip the scales towards full on sex – it was just nice to cuddle her body and roam.
When I reached under her dress and rubbed her slit over her panties, she started moaning that we were breaking the rules and how much she liked it. I took that as a strong signal that after all these years, things were about to progress where we wanted them. We were going to fuck – and with how slow it had been going, how little we had planned for the rest of the weekend, as I ran my fingers over her, I plotted out all of the things I wanted to do to Kaelyn, all of the positions I wanted her in.
I remember taking off the straps of her dress and seeing those amazing tits in lingerie. Working her panties off and how wet and tight her pussy felt around my fingers. The short, sharp moan as I entered her. How her pussy felt even tighter around my cock. How after fifteen to twenty minutes of pounding, alternating deep and short strokes, it was so nice to flip her over, see her arch her back and fuck her juicy ass doggy.
For the rest of the night, and much into the next morning, we were naked in that hotel room, clothes strewn about. There was no point in getting dressed. We would fuck for an hour, take a break and fuck again. When we weren’t fucking, we were draped over each other, and I had unfettered access to her skin, her tits, her ass. I would run my hands along her body, along her slit, and then she would want me inside her again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c2cgl4/trading_sweat_mf_pt_2