I used [m]y time off to [f]ly to her in Maine to keep her warm all weekend.

I was 25, and had gotten in pretty good shape after ending a long term relationship. 6’1″ and probably 210, built like an ex football player, and was doing great at work, dressing sharp. Short trimmed beard and broad shoulders with a little belly, and a perfectly average 6 inches, not too wide or too slender, that past partners have described as Goldilocks’ “just right” dick. They could have been being nice, but I took it as a compliment and ran with it.

I met her at a wedding, boozy and frantic. She was tall, 5’10”, but I didn’t notice until later, which is probably what made me get lost in her eyes all night. She was also very curvy, probably 155ish, and she too had just shed a bunch of weight after spending too much time at the library and not enough at the gym during undergrad. I think she was 23, just young enough that she was more innocent than me, but she had a great sense of humor and was so direct in conversation. She looked great in a dress, which is how I met her, with the cleavage of her naturally round C cups teasing me, and my hands on her soft sides and wide hips all night. We were hot and I could could smell her perfume and her hair and the sweat that was making her dress moist under my touch.

I could see in her eyes, I bet she could see it in mine. It was one of those perfect moments on the dance floor where everyone else drifted away and I got lost in the crook of her neck and she looked up and we knew people were watching but we couldn’t help it. She grabbed the back of my head at the peak of the song and kissed me hard, really hard. But like I said, she was smart, and she knew me through friends as a flirt in college, and as soon as the music started to wind down, she parted from me and smiled, and asked to get a drink.

More intro here, skip to —— for the hot parts.

We made out a little in the hall of the hotel later, but her friends were on her like chaperones and I knew what she was going to do. We had mutual friends and would probably see each other soon enough, and she told me to stay in touch. She saw my sad so-I’m-not-getting-laid-after-all face and said “let’s get to know each other, and then you can come visit me for the rest.” So a month or two of great conversation later, and I’m booking a February flight to Maine.

Maine in February is cold as fuck. I’ve never been that cold in my life. Fuck it was cold in Maine in February.

She picked me up from the airport and we went straight to dinner in her little college town. We had some drinks, then we had dinner, then we were both realizing this was it, I was in town and I was staying with her and this is where things were going to go. So we went to another bar and had some more drinks. And when we started holding hands and gazes lingered longer we decided to bundle back up and head to her place.

Her roommate was home on purpose, probably just in case I was a weirdo after all and she needed a bailout. Her roommate was also a party girl, so we started and ended with shots. Her bedroom was on the first floor, and I was being a very gracious and well behaved guest, so when her roommate went to the bathroom she finally turned around, got in close, and looked me straight in the eyes, and asked “so when are you going to take me to bed?”

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Her normal tone was cheerful and direct, but after that moment, everything she said was growls and purrs. We closed the door and tried to make out while I tore each of the many layers of clothes off of her. The room was dim but I could see her pale skin like it was luminescent, she had little freckles all over her shoulders and back. I unclasped her bra and she stood back a bit, looking at me with a grin, but she waited until I slid the straps off her shoulders and let the weight of her round breasts spill over the cups. I took one in the palm of my hand, wove the fingers of my other hand into her hair on the back of her head, and buried my face in her neck. I’ll never forget the noise she made, or the way she smelled.

She pushed me down and straddled me, jeans still on, and started grinding into me as we made out. She lifted back and grabbed the headboard and more or less put each nipple in my mouth, alternating, so that they were both rock hard. Her breasts were so warm compared to the chill in the room from the winter, and her chest was so flushed.

I stood up next to the bed and pulled her to her knees. We managed to get each other’s belt and jeans off simultaneously, and she immediately grabbed my cock through my boxer briefs. She was wearing a pair of sheer panties, and as my hand explored down her side, past her hips, and between her legs, I could feel she had already soaked through them. She may have been self conscious of this, because she immediately threw me back on the bed where I was a minute ago, and pounced right back on top.

If you’ve never been with a physically bigger girl, I highly recommend it. It’s not just being thicker, or curvy, but tall too, and muscular, she felt heavy on top of me but in the most comforting way. Not overwhelming at all, but enveloping, her legs folding along mine and her hips sinking squarely into mine. Her hips and ass spilled out from the panties in the most delicious shape, and I don’t think I moved my hands from that spot for the next 5 minutes. We were both in our underwear but she had me rock hard, and the grinding motion had guided my cock between her lips and the sheer material let her glide up and down the length as I pulled her along by her ass cheeks. Every time she grinded up, I pulled toward me and parted her ass just a little, and she moaned into me through our kiss.

When the friction had gotten to be a little too much, she slid down and without much ceremony pulled my boxers off. She crawled up on her hands and her elbows, her soft breasts hanging down beautifully, and she smiled up at me as she took me in her hands. She slowly slid her tongue up one side of my cock, then down the other, and then looked back up and smiled again. Without saying a word, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, stuck her tongue out, and throated me as deep as she could muster, closing her lips around me and adjusting her mouth to make suction, and slid back up to the tip. She smiled and said “we can do this all day, but I really need you inside me.” Say no more.

She removed her panties and climbed back up on top of me, settled her hips in a good spot, and reach down to guide me in. She asked if I wanted to use a condom, and I replied that typically it’s not an option. She and I had been talking for over a month almost nightly, and we knew each other’s past already, and she whispered in my ear “I want you bare” as she lowered her ass and took my whole length in a slow, smooth motion. We were warm and she was wet and she wanted to keep the grind going, so she rocked on top of me for what felt like an eternity. We were just drunk enough, and she was wet enough, that the moment seemed to last forever. She kept a longer than normal bush but in a well manicured way, and it felt so amazing as she slid around, rolling her hips to rub my length on different walls inside her.

Even though she was younger, she felt like a woman on top, moving confidently and purposefully as she ground out each orgasm. When she came, she would raise up, with her hands on my chest, her arms pushing her breasts together. It was like she posed for me, so that I could watch her face contort and her chest expand as she held her breath and gave one last thrust, pushing me deep inside and filling her completely. She held for a moment, letting the peak of pressure from her orgasm hit me full force, like a vice grip pulsing from every angle at once. Each time, she exhaled in a moan, met my face for a deep kiss, and raised off me just slightly to let her wetness drip down and coat us both.

As she built up to the last orgasm, she raised up prematurely and matter-of-factly stated “I’m on BC but you can cum wherever you want.” I reached up and pulled her down by the back of her neck, leaned into her ear, and said “I’m going to cum where you make me.” She replied “oh, fuck,” and immediately tightened around me, and began grinding as far up and down my hips as my cock would allow. Our bodies were slick and noisy, and I grabbed her ass to help her grind even harder up and down my body. Each thrust put me deeper and she grew tighter and I knew I was going to cum. She entered her pose one final time, clenching down on me right as I fell over the edge, and we held perfectly still as we pulsed into each other, one pulse, another pulse, each time a tiny grunt escaped me. As she came, her pussy squeezed my hard cock and my fresh cum like it was trying to push me away, and each pulse made an audible noise that drives me wild to this day.

It took us 30 seconds to wind down, I was still rock hard inside her as she leaned down, sweaty and panting, to kiss me. She rolled off of me to the side and I pitched a wet tent in her clean sheets. I began to apologize but she stopped me, saying “no, I like the mess, it feels good between my legs.” We cuddled and faded in and out of sleep all night, waking each other up to share warmth and wrap legs, hands and lips touching in the dark until I would enter her again, each of us half asleep with arms and legs wrapped tight. By the morning, I would slide in half erect, my cum and her wetness warm and welcoming, and I would harden as we kissed, hands around her waist and her thick thighs tangled in mine.

The rest of the weekend was basically drinking and fucking. There’s a particularly nice memory of our walk back from daydrinking, which led to my first “just fuck me” moment. But more time for more stories later if folks want to hear more.

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