Names are changed to protect the delightfully guilty.
The first date –
I didn’t expect a lot out of the date. I don’t go on many and I am very much average-looking. Emma and I met on a dating app, got talking and decided to meet.
We met in a pub in a small English city. “Chris?” she said as she walked round the corner. She’s 25, about 5’8, has a lovely smile and a cracking pair…of eyes. (The tits are fucking amazing as well.)
I stood up and apparently – I found out later – my height and bear hug excited her a fair bit. (I’m 29, 6’2 and have a big ol’ gut with lots of padding. Ladies.) We got talking, and I’ve never had an easier conversation in my life. My nerves disappeared in no time, we had loads in common and were clearly both excited by each other. Bear in mind that we’re in our mid to late 20s, we felt like teenagers.
We only had a few hours and was nowhere near enough. I ended up keeping her half an hour after she was supposed to leave. I even walked her back to her car. We didn’t kiss, although I was definitely thinking about it.
Not wanting to keep her hanging, I texted her about ten minutes after she left, telling her that I’d love to see her again.
She replied as soon as she got back and said she felt the same way. We quickly arranged a date for a few days later.
Second date –
Not going to dwell on this one, but Emma and I met in a different pub in a tiny village near her place. It was in the middle of buttfuck nowhere but it had nice views of the Thames.
We sat and talked. Again, the conversation flowed and we kept having to remind ourselves of the time. We both knew a kiss was in the cards but we didn’t know when. As she was talking to me, I looked at her and felt my heart hitch. This was it.
I feel a bit bad for interrupting her, but the kiss was fantastic. All my worries, that it had been a long time since my last one and I’d forgotten how, faded away as I got lost in her. From there, we pretty much didn’t stop kissing. When we were about to part, I kissed her goodbye and held her wrists down by her side. As she told me later, she found that incredibly hot. “My god, did it do things for me.” We immediately planned a third date for the following day (three for three).
Third date –
We met about 4:30pm and wandered around the shopping centre for a bit, both vainly pretending to be interested in clothes shopping. Then we ended up sitting on a bench outside. We had a long conversation and that turned into what that John Cena phone call prank called a ‘spit-swapping makeout match’. Finally, when my medication alarm went off I said we should go for a drink. We had a pub dinner, then we headed to the multi-storey car park to ‘go for a drive’.
Yeahhh, we sat in the car park for an hour kissing and steaming up the windows. We discussed what we were into sexually. “When things…reach their course,” I said, trying to find the words. “You mean, when all’s said and done?” Yeah, that. “Where do you want it?” I asked, pointing at various areas on her body.
“Ohh, I guess I like it…in me? If that makes sense?”
You fucking what. Of course I knew what she meant. I think I felt my pupils dilate. I kissed her, rougher. “Where have you been all my life?” When we continued to discuss kinks, I used the word ‘sploosh’ to describe her reactions, and that was how we found out that we were both Archer fans. We had a quick laugh about that in the middle of fooling around.
We finally settled on actually driving somewhere, although we didn’t pick a destination until we were well on the way.
Eventually we pulled into a secluded country road she knew from years ago. She did tell me how (it’s near a football club or something) but my beating heart was kinda drowning her out. By the time we got there it was about 10:30pm. She turned off the engine and it became pretty clear that we were alone. It was a bit misty outside and to be honest it did seem like we were about to be the victims in a Zodiac killing.
More kissing ensued. “I wish we could do more”, she said. I got bold.
“Do you mind if…?” I indicated her tits. She looked a bit cock-hungry (not gonna lie, a huge fucking turn on) and nodded, grinning. I felt them ‘upstairs outside’, my first tits for nearly a year. I slipped my hands under her top to feel skin to skin. My scientific finding: they were still good. Better.
Her car was fuckin’ tiny so there was no real possibility of climbing in the back. I started sliding my hand up her leg, encountering pesky clothes as a barrier to the goods within. Tried to go via her waistband but the angles weren’t right. Then she peeled down her tights which made it so much easier. My hand wandered down and found a texture that I didn’t recognise (or rather, hadn’t felt for ages). “It’s been like that for a while.” For a moment I thought she’d come on her period and we’d have to stop. Then I worked it out. “Oh god. You’re soaked!” From there, I easily found the clit (never understood how people struggle to find it). Started stroking and fuck, it seemed to work a treat. I already had an idea from her previous chats what she would like, so as one hand (my left) worked on her clit, I leaned in and started whispering in her ear. What we’d do if we weren’t in a car, the things we were into…at one point I snaked my right hand round her throat. This really got her going. The windows were misting up, I suggested she do the Kate Winslet thing. Despite my suggestion, she still managed to reach orgasm.
As I later found out, she actually had two. “Fairly close together too; you just kept going and it felt so fucking good, I wasn’t about to stop you!” She was shaking, moaning, mumbling thanks. “Do you want some aftercare?” I said. She nodded and gratefully leaned into my shoulder and I held her for a while. Cooled things down, stroked her hair and such. We both talked about how hot it was and just generally kept talking about how lucky we were to find each other.
As we kissed, she felt me grow harder in my jeans. Denim is a huge cockblock. But it still felt good and I let out a proper moan. I saw the look in her eyes and could tell that I didn’t need to ask if this was okay. I unbuttoned my fly and she slid her hand in. Her hand felt so warm against my cock, and she repaid the favour by leaning in and whispering stuff into my ear. She had me completely at her mercy. I would’ve given her my PIN and bank card if she asked. At one point she whispered, “I want your cum inside me, daddy”. Which. Oh boy. It turned me on so much.
It felt incredible but I didn’t want to make a mess in her car so with an iron will and regret in my voice I got her to stop. I calmed down (knowing I was going to furiously toss myself off when I got home).
We then drove to mine, talking about how crazy it was the whole way. She couldn’t stay but we sat outside in the car for about another hour, talking and snatching kisses. I had to eventually tear myself away from her and say goodbye. (This was about 2:30am).
We have spoken every day since and I have never felt this good about anyone. As I write this, I’m seeing her on Tuesday. She has said that we should save energy for the evening…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f8id9q/lovers_lane_i_guess_mf
Lucky bastard – have fun