[F]irst fuck of my first solo vacation [FM] [public] [long]

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**Background** – skip to the bolded story below if you just want the story. I’m in my late 20s, I’m athletic, tall, with red hair and green eyes. Essentially, I’m a smokeshow and completely humble about it. I’ve only been a self-identified equal-opportunity slut for about a year now; before that, I was dealing with debilitating anxiety, repressed sexuality and internalized homophobia from a conservative/evangelical upbringing among other things. Sexy, right? But with some therapy and a commitment to reprogramming my internal monologue, I’m proud to say I’m not only a stupid slut, but a fucking happy and successful slut, too.

I had always had debilitating social anxiety, but with my new outlook on life I decided to do something I found terrifying – traveling to a foreign country alone. I decided on Berlin since it’s relatively cheap, most people speak English, it has a always-burgeoning nightlife/queer/kink scene, and their sexy stance on public nudity. Since getting emotionally healthy and happy, my horniness has gone from barely existent to 14 year old boy. I want to have sex. Period. At any time, basically anywhere – I wanted to be fucked. Naturally, I wanted this vacation to be a total fuckfest. And a fuckfest it was. This is one of the stories.

**The Story** – It’s a brisk Saturday night in Berlin. It’s unseasonably chilly, so I’m wearing skinny black jeans, a cropped wool sweater, boots, and a leather jacket. I might be wearing a little makeup, but probably not. I like the way I look without it. Definitely not wearing a bra. It’s early evening, and I’m strolling through Neukolln trying to find a cup of coffee and a place to grab a drink while I decide what to do with my evening. I find a coffee at a Turkish deli, and I wander along until I get to a wine bar I heard had a good list. I sit down at the only available stool and order a glass of their most expensive wine – a whole $8USD and it’s fantastic. Europeans are so spoiled on great, cheap wine. I still haven’t finished my coffee, so it’s sitting next to my wine. I take in that I’m seated next to a group of young men speaking French, but I’m hungry so I’m googling where I want to go to dinner. Priorities. I feel someone tap on my left shoulder, and I turn and it’s one of the French men. He’s cute.

“Are you American?”
“I am, how did you know?”

“It’s 7pm and you’re drinking a cup of coffee in a bar.” He smirks and mocks me holding my coffee cup “You Americans love your coffee.” Fuck, that smirk was sexy. The way he mocked me was hot. I like people who aren’t afraid to engage in a little banter. I want him immediately. My desire for food is gone. My mind is back to fucking. Let’s call him Thomas. I don’t remember his real name.

Thomas introduces me to his two male friends, let’s call them Steve and Mike. They’re visiting from Paris for the weekend. They’re also trying to figure out what to do next. We get along, and I feel that Thomas is interested in me. I’m half-listening to him and half-dreaming about sucking his dick when I hear him say “my girlfriend…”. Well, fuck. There goes that; they’ve been dating for years. Steve is married. Mike is single, but I’m not into him. Looks like I’m striking out. Whatever, they’re fun so I’ll keep hanging with them.

We leave, already drunk, and go to another wine bar where we order bottles and tons of food. I’m sitting next to Thomas, and the energy between us is charged, but we aren’t touching. It’s all just friendly conversation. I’m also noticing that Mike is trying to engage with me more, but I’m a picky slut. I don’t want him. We leave that wine bar and go to another bar. We get there and Thomas immediately excuses himself to go to the bathroom. Mike is talking about sex. He is trying to not-so-subtly hit on me while Thomas is gone, and I’m deflecting by asking him to point out girls in the bar who are his type. I tell him I’ll wingwoman for him. Before I can make good on that, Thomas comes back, and I state that I’m actually going to do the same thing. Thomas offers to show me where the bathroom is at because the place is confusing lay-out wise.

The bathroom turns out to be downstairs, and when I come out Thomas is still there, waiting. Alone. No Steve or Mike in sight. It seems like theres more seating and another bar downstairs.

Thomas smirks at me. That sexy fucking smirk. “Want to explore the downstairs a little bit?” I do. We wander around, and there isn’t much to see. But there is an open table in the busy room, so we sit across from each other at it. We are talking about his friends and the tension is THICK. We still haven’t touched.

“Mike wants to fuck you.”
“I know, but I don’t want to fuck him.”
“What do you want?”

It wasn’t a casual question. There’s an indescribable intensity to his gaze now. In my head, the room goes silent. Everything aside from the person sitting across from me ceases to exist. We stare each other dead in the eyes for a solid 10 seconds in silence. Finally:

“You have a girlfriend.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you in an open relationship?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Do you have an agreement?”
“I said, don’t worry about it.”

He reaches across the table, grabs my face, touching me for the first time, and we start making out. I’m not big on the public makeout, but it was sloppy and hot. I could feel myself getting wet and desperate. He stares at me dead in the eyes again, still holding my face, surveying me, and he smirks again:

“I knew we were going to fuck from the moment I spoke to you in the bar. I knew you wanted me.”
“I did.”

We start making out again. Suddenly, over his shoulder I catch a glance of Mike walking towards us. We stop making out for a moment. Mike walks over, says nothing, and slams a beer on the table for Thomas and walks away. He’s angry at his friend. It’s my turn to smirk:

“Looks like you’re going to have some apologizing to do.”

We start talking sex. I’ve never had anal. I had never even been penetrated by a toy or fingers anally at that time. But I was interested. I’m an exhibitionist, I like public sex. He likes me. He does that dead-eye stare again and says, while smirking in the dirtiest French accent “I’m going to fuck your pussy and your ass.” We need to get the fuck out of this bar. We formulate a plan – he’s scared to walk by his friends while leaving with me. So I leave first, and he meets me outside. We start talking about where to go. I’m an exhibitionist slut, so I point to some scaffolding behind me. It has some construction materials up against the outside, so it’s a little hidden but still quite exposed:

“What about right here?”

He pushes me behind the scaffolding up against the wall, so my front side is exposed to the street. We start making out again and quickly my pants and panties are around my ankles. He has one hand cupping my breasts and one hand playing with my clit. I’m already nearly cumming. Suddenly, I have a new sensation. I feel…full in a way I’ve not experienced:

“I told you I’ve never had a finger in my ass before.”
“Well, you do now.”
“I know.”

It feels amazing. He has wrapped his arm behind my thigh and he somehow has this thumb in my ass and two fingers in my pussy. He’s still cupping my exposed breasts, pressing me against the wall. We have another moment of staring into each others eyes. He breaks eye contact, holding me against him, and starts finger fucking me, hard. He has to take the finger out of my ass to do this, but it’s almost like it’s still there – a phantom thumb in my asshole. I can’t unfeel it. I’m getting so wet, it’s getting hard to stand up. I cum, and I’m not quiet about it. People are walking by, glancing over. He smirks again. I sink to my knees, and start unbuckling his jeans. I want to suck his dick, half-naked, right here on the sidewalk. He momentarily panics:

“Here?!”
“Yes, if that’s okay.” (I’m a consensual slut)
“But people will see.”
“So let them watch.”

He nods, and I pull down his pants and take his dick out of his underwear. I go to work. It’s on the small side, and circumcised. I don’t mind, I can really show off on a small dick. I run my tongue over the base of his shaft, making sure that he can feel my tongue on his balls. I give a big, sloppy lick all the way up to the head, where I start drawing soft circles on the tip, occasionally stopping right at the bottom base of his tip and flicking my tongue. I look up him, giving him a real show. Then I take him all the way in my mouth and start bobbing hard. After about thirty seconds, he’s quivering and clearly close. He grabs the back of my head and fucks my face violently. I love having my face fucked. He came in my mouth after about two minutes and I sucked him dry. I stand up, pull my own underwear and pants back on, kiss him. He’s recovering, but manages to say:

“I want to fuck you. Where are you staying?”
“Who needs a bed when there are all these beautiful parks?” It’s about 4:30am now, and the sun is getting close to breaking the horizon; the sky is lightening. There’s a park just across the street.
“But people will see.”
“So let them watch.” I smirk.

We walk into the park and find a spot just inside the park entrance. He needs time to get it back up, and I need to have my pussy licked. It may be a little chilly, but I need to be naked. Now. I take off all my clothes, and he stares at me in astonishment. He can’t believe I’m standing there, willingly naked, barely concealed in a bush off a main path. You can see the street. It’s pretty exposed. I lie down, and he goes to work. His pussy eating skills were not great, perhaps because he was nervous about the public nature of it all. Despite the hot situation, I realized I wouldn’t cum this way. So I had him fingerfuck me mercilessly again. Still wasn’t great. He was getting visibly nervous:

“This spot is too exposed. Let’s go deeper into the park.”
“Fine.” I stand up, put my clothes over my arms.
“You’re not going to get dressed? You’re just going to walk through this park naked?”
“Absolutely.”

It’s still mostly dark, but there’s early morning light now. I’m walking naked through this park, and he’s walking behind me. He comes up behind me, nerves clearly alleviated, grabs my ass, presses himself up against my back and says “You’re such a fucking slut.” Magic words: I’m wet again, completely forgetting the subpar pussy-licking and finger-fucking. I can feel his boner pressing into me from behind. I’m finally going to have him inside of me. I desperately throw my clothes into the next clearing I find and, since he’s on the smaller side, I get on my hands and knees and I tell him to fuck me doggy and pound me hard, but he cannot come inside me because I’m not on birth control. He knelt behind me, and easily slid his dick bareback into my wet awaiting pussy. It feels amazing. Before I can even sigh at the glorious feeling of finally being fillled, he starts pounding my pussy. It feels AMAZING. I’m screaming. He’s moaning. We are maybe 60 seconds in and he starts saying “I can’t keep this up longer, I’m going to cum” and I yelled “then fucking pull out!”. He does, I turn around, and he starts cumming. Some gets on my face before I can swallow his dick whole and suck him dry for the second time tonight. This time, I got to taste myself on him. He tries to wipe the cum off my face, but I stop him. I like to have a trophy. I get dressed, and we walk out the park and to the street together. The sun is nearly fully up now. I pull out my phone and order an Uber. He clearly thinks I’m ordering it for the two of us:

“So where are we going next?”
“I don’t know about you, but my uber will be here in 2 minutes and I’m going to bed.”
“Can I have your phone number?”
“No.”

My uber pulls up. He looks bewildered:

“I just don’t understand how you can be so…casual…about this.”

I start to walk away from him, towards my uber, with his cum still on my face.

“You mean casual like – hi, nice to meet you, thanks for the fucking, see you never?” And with that, I opened the car door, hopped inside, and left him standing on a street corner watching me drive away.

This was the first of four nights in a row of fucking.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dx78ec/first_fuck_of_my_first_solo_vacation_fm_public