Hi everyone!
This is my first post on this subreddit, but I thought I would share this story. This happened on Tuesday, so I thought I would write it down whilst it was fresh in my mind. :D
After months of anticipation and planning, the day was finally here. I was going to meet with F. F and I first met on a Reddit forum, back in September 2019. I had posted an advert on a subreddit that was dedicated to essentially hooking people up. Whilst I was trawling through the copious amounts of messages I had received in my inbox (RIP inbox), F’s message stood out to me, because he mentioned he was from a country I had barely heard of. We got on extremely well almost immediately. Looks wise, he was what I would describe as “exotically alternative” (if such a phrase even exists. We arranged to meet several weeks into our correspondence. Since I love to travel solo, I decided to book a brief visit to a city which was close to where he lived.
The day of our meeting arrived, and I was nervous as hell. F and I had shared numerous fantasies with each other in our correspondence, and it felt like it was all coming to a head (pardon the pun). The situation was further exacerbated by the fact I had not had an orgasm since the week before Christmas. We planned to meet in the evening at a sushi restaurant, that was very near to my hotel. As I got dressed, so many thoughts began to race through my mind. What if it is hella awkward? What if we don’t get along? These questions, amongst others, raced through my mind as I walked down the street towards the restaurant. I could see F’s silhouette from my hotel, and I felt a strong urge to bolt back to my room and hide under my duvet. Fucking nerves.
But it turned out I had absolutely nothing to worry about. He was absolutely lovely. Dinner was an extremely nice affair. F was funny, talkative and introspective. We took our time enjoying our sushi whilst chatting about various topics. I also finally had the chance to admire his physique. F told me early on and throughout our conversations that he was skinny. He was fairly skinny but was still incredibly appealing to the eye. In between mouthfuls of sushi and conversation, I drank in his facial features: the sharp contour of his jaw and jawline, his beautifully long, straight eyelashes, the smoothness of his skin. And his hands. My God, those hands. I’m not sure if having a fetish for good hands is a thing, but I certainly felt it that evening. Slender, but large and powerful. Mmmm.
We slowly walked back to my hotel after we had finished eating. At this point, I wasn’t sure if he would actually come inside my room. But I really, really wanted him to. When we got to the entrance, F turned to me and asked if I wanted to go inside. Silly me didn’t register that he was really asking if I wanted HIM to go inside with me. Once we got to my room, we chatted between ourselves before video calling one of my friends from home. Back in November, Seonni, F and I had formed a group chat which was a lot of fun. It was the first time F and Seonni had ‘met’, but they got along extremely well.
After we all said our goodbyes, F and I continued talking for around three hours, He was so easy to talk to – incredibly open and honest. At this point, we were both sitting on my bed (fully clothed). As the night wore on into the early hours of the morning, I found myself staring at him more intensely. He caught me staring at him a few times, and he asked me what I was thinking. Inside my head, I was thinking of all kinds of freaky shit we could get up to. I was also admiring his side profile and found myself REALLY wanting to kiss his lips. His scent was also intoxicating, But I did not convey that. In hindsight, I wish I had. I was beginning to get incredibly aroused – a fact F picked up on when he noticed my breathing had changed. At some point, I asked to see his tattoos. Some of them were on his torso, so he unbuttoned his shirt to let me have a closer look. Such a gesture took my body temperature from around 50-400. But, I still didn’t let on (fuck’s sake!). Eventually, I plucked up the courage to ask if I could finally see his package in person.
I had never seen a cock that big up close before, It was 8 inches, smooth and unblemished and thick with a mushroom head. I stared in awe for several minutes whilst F stroked himself. Inside, I was cursing myself for not asking two hours earlier. It was well past midnight at this point, and F had a fairly long drive home. But I knew I was going to enjoy whatever time we had left. By now, F was used to my nervousness; however, I reckon he knew I wanted more as he asked if I wanted to touch it. I took a sharp intake of breath as my hand (tips touching, hehe) closed around his thick shaft.
My hand glided over it so easily as I stroked him. Warmth and wetness began to pool between my legs – I was getting wetter. My nipples, which were extremely sensitive due to be recently pierced, were rubbing against the constraints of my bra. After a short while, F asked me if I wanted to put my mouth around it. Did I fuck! But I was also super anxious. It had been a long time since I had given a blowjob, and I was worried that my “skills” were gone. He laid down on the bed, and I knelt between his legs. I took his glistening cock into my hands and slowly wrapped my mouth around it. I had never been turned on by giving blowjobs before, but this was different. I was loving it. He tasted so good, and I loved the sensation of his hard cock gliding almost effortlessly in and out of my mouth. The blowjob became very wet, very quickly (which was another first for me), and my saliva began to drip down his cock and onto his shirt (I apologised when it happened, but I found it insanely hot at the same time).
F began to guide his hands, those beautiful hands, towards my upper chest and the mounds of breasts. He told me to take them out of my bra and I did, allowing them to spill into his hands. He massaged my breasts and squeezed my nipples, as I continued to work his cock with my mouth and tongue. My juices began to drip from my pussy down my inner thighs as we continued. I was nearing the brink of orgasm just from giving this blowjob – something which had never happened before. I could have sucked his cock all night.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. It was getting super late/early and F had to be at work for 7am. I also had a flight to catch the next day. We said our goodbyes, and I hopped into my bed. His scent still lingered on the pillows and duvets. I still had a lot of pent-up sexual energy left from our encounter, so I made good use of my vibrator. Using what had transpired just minutes beforehand as mental stimulation, I let wave after wave of orgasm crash through my body, screaming F’s name each time. When the battery in the toy was finally exhausted, my spent body crashed into the depth of sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ewb4xu/having_fun_on_m_solo_travels
You didn’t fuck? Oh man!
Bummer. Bet he had blue balls!