The first time I fucked on the first date [FM]

Lurker for a while, so I wanted to contribute some of my own stories.

Last year, I graduated from college and moved to a big city for my first full-time job as a young 22 year-old. I loved to party and dance with friends, but since I was in a long-term relationship for most of school. I never dated around or hooked up. After a few months after graduation and long-distance, my boyfriend of three years and I broke up on good terms.

I lived with two roommates who were active on dating apps, but I’ve never used apps to date. “Go out and meet people,” my roommates urged. My ex was the first person I’d kissed and lost my virginity to, so I was curious about what it was like to be with other people.

A bit about what I look like: I’m tall, Asian and used to be a swimmer, so have a bit of muscle that keeps my body toned. I have a high sex drive, but had only been with one person.

I downloaded Tinder and started swiping. I wasn’t looking for anything serious since I was getting out of a relationship, but I was drawn to the novelty of meeting people for the first time. After a few weeks of swiping, I ended up at a dive bar on a first date on a Monday night. I had liked Michael’s cute, cheeky smile and swiped right. We’d been texting off and on for a few weeks because we were both traveling, flirting casually the entire time.

The bar was empty except for a few couples scattered about. I got out of my Lyft and walked in the door, noticing him right away in the corner of the bar counter as he stood up and leaned in for a hug. I didn’t go in with any expectations but he was cute, I thought. Curly brown hair and twinkling brown eyes. He was 27.

We started bantering back and forth right away while sipping on strong margaritas. My interest sharpened as we had a similar dry sense of humor and our conversation flowed easily. This was the first date where I felt chemistry.

Michael had a British accent that got more attractive as the night went on and the drinks kept coming. Sparks between us were flying. He asked me what dating for the first time was like.

“It’s been fun,” I smiled.

“How’s the sex been?” he asked.

“Not a lot of data yet, “ I said. “Two people so far and slept with one of them. So a 50% rate.”

“Well, this date isn’t over yet,” he smirks. “May push it over 50%.”

He started finding places in the conversation to touch me casually. First, brushing up on my arms as we sat next to each other at the bar, then teasingly touching my waist when he made a joke. We were about an hour in, laughing with our heads close together, when he leaned in and kissed my cheek. Then after a few minutes, kissed my lips.

Fuck, I melted. We got up to leave and I walked towards the door first, pausing to look back at him to see if he was following. His gaze was intensely focused on me as he took the last few steps towards me. I was a bit taken back at the intense look in his eyes. He took my face in his hands and pulled me in for a long make out session in the middle of the bar.

A hot rush went through my body as our tongues danced together — I hadn’t expected to be turned on so much. I could feel myself getting a bit wet in the middle of the bar. My ex didn’t like to make out that much, so it wasn’t a big part of our foreplay and I wasn’t too experienced with kissing. But this…my head was spinning.

After he pulled away, we walked to another bar, stopping every so often on the road to steal in kisses and laughter in the dark. At the next bar, we ordered some more drinks and started playing pool. As I bent over to take the shot, Michael sneaked in some touches on my ass, which I playfully swatted away. He won the game and shook his hips around in a victory dance.

We went outside to the bar patio and sat on a corner bench, making out like horny teenagers while some crowds of people milled around us. My legs were stacked on top of his, our tongues moving together. After a while, his lips slipped down to nuzzle my neck and I let out a small moan as I arched my neck and closed my eyes. Neck kisses were a HUGE weakness and his tongue on my skin was unbelievable.

I’m usually conscious of PDA in front of people, but I didn’t care that night.

“I like you”, Michael said, looking at me between kisses. His gaze was heavy. “Do you want to come back to mine?”

I hesitated. I wanted to, really wanted to. But I wasn’t expecting to sleep with someone on a first date — there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it, I just didn’t think that this would happen going in. Even though I wasn’t looking for something serious, I was more on dating apps to see what it’s like to meet people than looking for hookups.

At this point, we’ve been making out for an hour. When he asked again, I said yes. Fuck it. I was tipsy and happy. I felt easy, seduced, slutty, and I loved it. We walked back 10 minutes to his place. I thought to myself, I can’t believe I’m going home with a guy I just met tonight for the first time.

We stumble into his room and make some small talk as he lights some candles. Then he pushes me down onto his bed. We start making out. Clothes came flying off, my shirt first, then his. He pauses for a second to admire my breasts (I have perky B cups) before kissing down my body, and sliding off my tight jeans. He’s back up sucking on my lower lip, making me moan. He presses against me, I pull him closer to me, my hands moving from his hair down his back, pulling his ass into my body.

I push him lightly off so that I could climb on top of him. I kiss down his body, unbutton his pants, and eagerly pull down his boxers. His cock spring up, rock hard. I go in for the first lick and start sucking him. After playing with his balls a bit, which he loved, I use my hands to stroke him while sucking the tip. He’s moaning and playing with my hair, arching his back to press his cock deeper in my mouth.

He flips me over after panting for a few minutes. “I want to fuck you”. I nod quickly. It felt like we’ve had already hours of foreplay making out already. I wanted him in me right now.

He slips on a condom quickly from his dresser drawer and hovers between my legs. I’m basically panting as he teases me, slowly pushing himself in me. I was so wet, he slid in easily. As he fills me up, I moan “Holy shit.” That feeling when you’re feeling the first thrust and watch as your pussy opens and grips their cock is the best. He’s looking at me, enjoying the look on my face as I close my eyes and pull him closer. I grab his back, probably leaving a scratches as I slide my hands down and grip his ass.

He gets a rhythm going, sliding in and out of me slowly. “Oh my god,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good.” He’s hitting me in all the right places. I felt dick drunk. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he fucked me faster and faster. He licked his fingers and started rubbing my clit at the same time, driving me crazier.

Michael flips me on my knees after a while and slaps my ass. He brushes a finger near my ass and plays around it for a bit. I’ve never had a finger near my ass but I loved the feeling. Here I was with a guy I met five hours ago with his dick pounding me from behind and he’s playing with my ass. His focus goes back to my pussy as he yanks my hair backward at the same, which I love. “Yes, harder, harder.” My back arches and I push my ass back towards him to meet each thrust.

I push him on his back to his bed. “My turn.” He leans back and enjoys the view as I swing my legs around and slide down slowly on his dick. I start riding him, faster and faster.

He’s looking at me intensely and puts a hand on my cheek. “I love looking at your face.” I look back at him, blushing slightly. “Fuck, I love your body” he breathes, as his hands slide up and down my ass and up my back to my hair. They tighten in my hair as he takes back control and starts pounding me from below. All I could do was hold on while getting the fuck of my life.

We’ve been fucking for an hour nonstop in different positions at this point. When he finally did cum, he shuddered and grabbed me, holding me deep as he groaned in my ear, “I’m close”, and thrusted hard.

We fucked again when he woke up halfway through the night and pulled off my underwear as I opened my eyes sleepily and wrapped my legs around him. He came again. I loved the feeling of being desired so badly that they couldn’t get enough of me. The next morning, I groggily rolled out of bed to go home and get ready for work. “I don’t think I’ll be forgetting you anytime soon,” Michael tells me as I walk out.

My roommates gleefully watch me get back home at 8 AM. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I told them (later, I found out that he thought the same, but that’s a story for next time).

My co-workers commented that I looking sleep-deprived and I tell them that it’s jet-lag. When I leave work that day, I get a text from Michael: “What are you up to Friday?”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gelyz1/the_first_time_i_fucked_on_the_first_date_fm