I [F]inally had sex with that regional politician [M] I’ve been fantasizing about for years

Alright, first time posting, I don’t even know if anybody cares to even read this but I feel like sharing my story.

So, first things first:
I’m a 20 year old female, going to university right now a few cities away from home and moved to this city. English isn’t my first language either, so please excuse any mistakes or me sounding weird to you.
So, I’ve been super interested in politics since I hit puberty and, hence, know some things about the communal politics of my hometown.
A few year ago, I participated in a regularly performed march for peace in my hometown which was when I saw this beautiful man the first time.
In my eyes, he’s just really handsome – brown, warm, gentle eyes, beard and a smile to die for. I really enjoyed looking at him and started imagining things with him, naturally.
Well, I soon found out that he was kind of a big deal in our political scene over there, so, yeah – absolutely impossible to even think about reaching out to him.
The years went by, I thought less about him, obviously, and moved away.

Well, until I returned to my hometown for my internship for university. In those 6 weeks I got to professionally visit a few events which he attended too. So, my thoughts and fantasies came back. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him – I was quite embarrassed when we eventually were introduced to eachother but I enjoyed the following conversation we had.
On the last day of my internship, I had seen him another time but we didn’t get to talk – which disappointed me.
I impulsively decided I wanted to reach out to him, since we already knew eachother professionally by now, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to at least ask if we could grab a coffee if he’s free any time soon.
I got nervous after I sent my message – especially since it was a Snapchat Selfie, hoping it would help him recognizing me.
Luckily he didn’t seem to mind my awkward way to contact him and was down to meet me a few weeks later.

Initially we planned to grab a coffee but since it’s Christmas time and the Christmas market offers plenty of hot, spiced wine, we changed our mind and met there.
Since I didn’t really articulate what I wanted from our meeting, the conversation was a little… hard at first.
He didn’t quite seem to know if I wanted to talk professionally or personally but after the first mug of hot, spiced wine, things got a lot more relaxed. The whole conversation and mood seemed to shift.

Suddenly it wasn’t awkward anymore when our knees or hands accidentally touched.
One time, he even put my hair behind my ear to look at my earrings. I was really surprised by this.. conscious act of touching me.
Then I saw him reaching out for my hand, felt him take it out of my pocket.
“Hmmm, your hand isn’t even cold. I thought that’s why you put them in your pocket”, he said and carressed my hand. I could only mumble something because I was so surprised.
“You’re surprised, aren’t you?”, he asked and smiled his beautiful smile.
“So am I. But I just had the feeling that I wanted to do this… so I did… and it feels great”, he continued.
I was really shy and shocked but reassured that I’d enjoy it as well.
Things are kind of blurry after this.
We just stood there, talked, drank our hot, spiced wine and enjoyed each other’s company until the booth closed.
“The couple has to continue somewhere else…”, the woman told us. So we emptied our cups and walked to his apartment.
His arm layed around me, and I was slightly questioning myself and my decision since it was a first time for me.
I’ve never kissed someone besides my two ex-boyfriends, let alone slept with somebody else than my recent ex. But I did feel good and safe with him, so I followed him into his apartment.

He told me to make myself at home but basically I just awkwardly stared out the window while he changed into some comfortable clothes.
Then he showed me around, the tour ended in his kitchen where he made me look out the window to look at the graveyard basically right in front of it.
By this time, he was standing closely behind me and it did feel good. When I finally turned around our faces were so close. We looked into each other’s eyes and slowly leaned in for a kiss. Our first kiss. It did feel great. His lips were so soft, I liked the feeling of his beard and overall our kissing techniques just seemed to fit so well.

He offered me a drink and we went to the living room to get comfortable.
I got to admire his collection of various Gins and he told me to pick one we could drink. I know absolutely nothing about Gin.. and he was there, standing behind me, kissing my neck. I couldn’t focus at all, so after some time, I did arouse his pity, and he picked one himself and we finally sat down on the couch.

We kissed and touched each other everywhere.
He smoothly opened my bra with my shirt still on. I didn’t keep it on much longer though. We got undressed pretty fast, just to cuddle up beneath a blanket together. But, obviously, cuddling wasn’t what we were there for.
So he got on top of me and kissed his way all the way down to my pussy. He ate me out really intense, starting gently and becoming harder in intervals. I did enjoy it.

After a while, he came up again, changed it to fingering me and I finally could return something. I grabbed his dick, stroked it for while and he mumbles: “Little lady… you better stop…”
But I wouldn’t stop, so shortly after he moans: “Or even better… you don’t stop…” and cums on my stomach.

We resumed to laying there, kissing, cuddled up, with the mess he made in between us, until we decided to take a quick shower.
After that, I returned to the living room and began to put on my clothes. I only managed to put on my underwear, when he entered the room to undress me again.

So we hopped under the blanket and layed there. It felt really good, even romantic. I enjoyed caressing his beard, his shoulders, enjoyed looking at him and gently talking to him.

He complimented me on so many things and told me many stories.
I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about this march years ago though, where I saw him the first time, where I couldn’t take my eyes off him and how often I did think of him masturbating. It was kind of funny to me, to be laying there with him.

Later on, his gentle touches became more intense again. He was good to go for another round. Once again he went down on me and gave it all and I’m still a little sad that I didn’t get to blow his cock…
Anyways, when he came up again, he finally began to put his dick near my pussy.
He played with me, let his dick slip between my lips down there, made me beg for him to finally fuck me. When he finally started to penetrate me, it felt great. I couldn’t help myself and had to moan. His hands found my hands and pinned them down – then he kept fucking me until I felt him cum inside of me. I felt his dick pulsating inside of me, felt his cum fill me up.

He remained inside of me for a while, rubbed my clitoris while still inside me until he some time decided to leave.
Once again, we just layed there, cuddling, caressing each other, kissing.

Until I had to drive home… nobody knew I was with him, I took my mother’s car to “visit a friend” and stayed at her place, so she began to worry.
He didn’t want me to leave but I had to…

We’re still texting and planning on meeting again in the New Year. I can’t wait for it, since my mind constantly makes me think of this night and makes me want to experience it again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/edkile/i_finally_had_sex_with_that_regional_politician_m