My [F]riday night out in a new city [FM] [First post, be gentle]

I don’t really know how to start something like this off but I guess I’ll just give a little background? This was earlier this year and I was visiting some friends and also checking out grad schools in a new city I hadn’t really spent time in. I’m not applying yet but I figured it doesn’t hurt to get a head start on stuff.

For my dating background, I usually don’t struggle with apps or meeting people in person but I guess I had taken a little sabbatical from hookups over the past few months. It had been especially frustrating since I live with two other girls and they absolutely have not been taking time off. Normally, I wouldn’t mind, but I guess I’d been feeling some type of way.

Anyway, like any good young person does in a new city, I fired up Tinder, Bumble, and Hinge, and started swiping. I had some matches, but nothing that was really going to peel me away from hanging out with friends. But then I matched with a guy on Tinder, about my age, whose profile got my attention.

The first few pictures were sweet and normal, but the last two were shirtless and they were far from what I’m used to on these apps. He had an extremely nice body, defined abs and chest without looking big, and even though he was showing off it didn’t come across as vain. I almost always swipe left when someone has body pictures like that because I find it obnoxious and frankly it’s not the most important thing in a match, but I don’t know, that time I didn’t. His bio was pretty cute too and he mentioned knowing good spots for ice cream.

I normally don’t message first but since we had matched for like four hours and there was silence, I told him that his profile was definitely attractive, that I usually swipe left when someone shows off their body like that, but that I really wanted some ice cream. He responded pretty quick and laughed and we chatted for a bit here and there over the next couple days. It was a little flirty but nothing too wild. He said he was cool showing me around the city while I’m in town if I was down to leave my friends for a bit. We can call him Paul.

Honestly, since my friends and I were going out and traveling is kind of exhausting, I was pretty bad at replying back to messages. But we were all out, it was late on Friday, and after we were all talking in a booth, I remembered that I was supposed to hit up Paul. I won’t lie, I was definitely drunk by this point and more than a little bit looking for superficial fun, but I messaged him and said I was sorry for dropping off the face of the Earth but that if he was around, I was interested in getting taken to one of the better ice cream spots.

Looking back, I guess it’s kind of embarrassing to hit someone up on Tinder at almost 1am and pretend that it isn’t what it is, but that’s what I did.

Turns out Paul was out also but was free to take me to a bar instead of ice cream. I told him I could probably do a drink but that any more alcohol would put me to sleep. He told me he was pretty sure he could keep me awake, and with that I raised my eyebrows, told my friends I was going to meet up with someone, and got in an Uber.

The bar was pretty quiet for a Friday but honestly that was good since I wanted to wind down from a pretty charged night. Paul was already there and he was even more attractive in person. I felt so small when he hugged me and it felt like our bodies lingered together for a few extra beats. We made eye contact and I kind of felt my stomach flutter.

We made small talk over our drink, but really the whole time I was just thinking about how it’d feel dragging my fingers across his stomach, down to his jeans, and beyond. I think he felt the same way since his hand was on my thigh, slowly moving around the hem of my dress. After we settled our tab and got outside, he had me up against the wall and was making out with me, hard.

I don’t think I even had a chance to catch my breath before he grabbed my wrist, and again I just felt how strong he was, and put my hand on the front of his pants. I actually remember that I broke away from kissing him for a second because, well, I knew he was hard but he was definitely a bit larger than I expected.

He saw my face and he kind of chuckled, but it was more of a nervous chuckle than cocky, and asked if I wanted to go back to his place. Obviously I did, and obviously his place was literally around the corner. He had his own apartment which was convenient because I think he had his hand between my legs before the door even closed.

By this time I was dripping wet. It had been a few months since I hooked up, longer since it’d been anything worthwhile, and I really just wanted this to be good. I had my fingers tracing little lines down his chest and stomach, feeling the definition in his muscles, and feeling myself getting even more turned on.

I told Paul I wanted to take a minute to freshen up, so I took the chance to go to the bathroom and catch my breath. I would never do something like this on a first date, and I’ve never had a one night stand intentionally before, but this was the situation I was in.

When I came back out, Paul’s shirt was open and he was on the couch. I climbed on top of his lap, straddled his legs, and fumbled with the button on his jeans. Slowly, I unzipped his pants and felt how hard he was in his underwear. I grinded myself against him with my hand in between, grabbing his cock, and the moved myself down between his legs.

That was the first time I actually saw what I was working with. I’m not some innocent girl who has only seen two penises, and I’ve hooked up with one guy who I felt was big, but this was definitely something else. It wasn’t just long, it was thick, and I knew it was going to do a number on me.

I told Paul that his dick was massive, and that I wasn’t sure how much I could fit in my mouth, but that I would do my best. I had to use two hands and even then I couldn’t get all the way down. But feeling him lift his hips and moan while I had my lips wrapped around him was divine.

I’ll spare the details of him going down on me and fingering me except to say that I came twice, and hard, because before I knew it, I felt his cock rubbing against my clit. My knees were bent back and up towards my shoulders and I made eye contact with him and just started begging him to please, please slip it in.

I’m not sure how it happened, but he pressed all the way inside of me and it felt unreal. I hadn’t ever been stretched out like that or had something pressing so deep inside of me. I felt so filled up and I’m not even sure I was moaning at that point as much as I was grunting. He hit some spot deep, deep inside of me that when I moved back against his cock just felt incredible.

I never cum from sex but as he started to pick up speed, I was getting close. I told him I was going to cum for him, that I was going to cum on his cock, and then he did the hottest fucking thing. He slapped me, choked me, and told me that he’d tell me when I could cum.

I probably melted then. I don’t know. I just know that I apologized because I had the biggest orgasm ever and it felt like it wasn’t going to end. I’m sure he called me some names and kept on fucking me, every few minutes holding himself deep in me when I begged to cum.

Eventually I knew that I wanted him to finish, to feel as satisfied as I was. I felt like I couldn’t cum anymore anyway and I knew he was getting close since he’d started grabbing my breasts harder or fucking me with more passion. I think I just kept saying yes each time he pressed into me until, before I knew it, his cock was on my chest and he came as hard as I’ve ever made a guy cum before. My breasts, chest, mouth, and face were covered. Nobody has ever finished on my face before, but I honestly didn’t mind even a little because I was so caught up in the moment.

We passed out together naked on his couch. When we woke up, I had like 20 texts from my friends asking if I was dead, where was my body, etc. After assuring them I was more than fine, I woke Paul up and we had some more, slower paced fun that morning. I’m not sure what it was but it just felt like our parts clicked. The one time I had a bigger guy, we had to go really slow. I’m pretty sure Paul was bigger but I was ready pretty much as soon as we got to his place. I’ve had guys cum on my chest before, but never my face. I don’t really cum from sex without clit stimulation, but I came hard at least half a dozen times just from Paul fucking me. And whenever guys have tried to choke me or be rougher, I’ve usually been apprehensive. But I couldn’t help but whisper out to please keep choking me each time I was on the edge of cumming, dragging my nails down Paul’s abs and back.

The rest of the week out was pretty uneventful with my friends as far as anything relevant for here is concerned. But that was probably the single sluttiest experience I’ve ever had and easily, easily the best sex I’ve had with a guy.

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