I travelled 4,000 miles for sex with a holiday crush, and it was completely worth it! [FM]

I’d been waiting for this moment for most of a year. We’d met the summer before on a Greek island-hopping small boat tour. He was American, tanned (he’d already been travelling for several months at this point), his wavy hair bleached blonde by the sun. He was a little younger than I was, but I’d quickly learned during our time on the boat that he was more mature than any other man my age I’d met before. That week on the boat crackled with sexual tension, but we were both too shy to act on it. We parted ways without so much as a kiss, him continuing his travels and me heading home, feeling a little emptier than before.

We kept in touch, despite the 4000 mile distance between us, and the conversations we had over the next ten months just confirmed how badly I needed him. Before long, we’d made plans to meet again, in the mountains. He met me at the airport in Colorado and just catching sight of him, all tan and blonde and biceps and white teeth, made me feel as though electricity was shooting through my veins.

And then we were in the mountains, huddled in a tiny, two-man tent. He’d suggested that we zip our sleeping bags together to form one big one, and that was all the signal I needed. We pounced on each other like ravenous lions, completely consumed in each other and the fact that we were finally breaking the sexual tension we’d shared over the past year. We kissed each other so hard my lips felt bruised the next day, but the making out didn’t last long.

In the most assertive move I’d ever made at that point, I threw aside the sleeping bag and climbed on top of him, barely giving him time to blink before sinking down onto him. We both gasped loudly: it felt like a pressurised balloon that had slowly been expanding for 12 months had finally exploded with an impact that shocked us both. I rode him slowly at first, luxuriating in the feeling of my pussy swallowing him again and again. I couldn’t help myself, though, and soon began to speed up, really letting my boobs bounce against my ribs, at which point he let out a pained moan and grabbed me by the waist.

I could tell he was worried about finishing too soon, so I let him push me off him and throw me down onto the air mattress. He entered me while kissing me, and the feeling of his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my pussy at the same time made me orgasm, with no other prompting. Nobody had ever done that to me before, I thought blurrily. After a while, he sat back and began to thrust harder and faster as I felt my head being pushed again and again into the wall of the tent. The air mattress we were lying on was protesting loudly, and we were so wrapped up in each other that we were moaning as though we were in a soundproof room, not a flimsy tent in a crowded campground. It was only after he came inside me that we remembered where we were, and that the loud music that had suddenly begun playing in the tents around us was to drown us out.

We grinned. Our embarrassment at being overheard couldn’t dampen the feeling of being completely sated after almost a year of anticipation. We went on to have incredible, steaming hot sex at least twice a day for the rest of our trip, sometimes in public, so perhaps I’ll have more stories for you soon!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g6mb3u/i_travelled_4000_miles_for_sex_with_a_holiday