I was at a dance competition at a hotel in Vancouver BC when I decided to take a break between workshops. I sidled up to the bar and asked for a beer, glancing around to see who else was there. Two seats down from me was an unbelievably striking man with salt and pepper hair and a well-groomed beard. He lifted his glass to me in greeting and went back to his book, glancing up at me every few minutes. After a while, he caught my attention and asked what was up with all the people in dancewear. I explained that it was a competition involving several hundred people, all staying in the hotel. He seemed very interested and asked quite a few questions about my dancing, all in a luscious Québécois accent.
I eventually asked what he was doing in BC. He responded that he and his brother were in town for a magazine shoot. That was easy to believe – he was hands down the most attractive man I’d ever seen in real life. I honestly couldn’t believe that he was talking to me, and it turned out that he was the same age as me, 32. He was gorgeous, and funny, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I bantered back, making my typical stupid jokes, and he slid a seat over to sit next to me. At one point, I noticed that he was trying to subtly adjust the crotch of his pants to conceal an erection. I laughed and asked if he needed to take care of that. He turned bright red, which I found adorable. We talked for a while longer, until I got up to go to my next workshop.
As I did, he placed his hand gently on my arm to stop me and ask if I’d like to go somewhere. My pussy instantly became wet as I marveled at my luck. Unfortunately, I was rooming with three other girls, and his brother was asleep in their room. We agreed to grab our parkas from our rooms and go for a walk. I rushed to my room and met him down in the lobby.
It was quiet in the streets, and snow was falling softly. Our boots crunched in the snow and the conversation became increasingly sexual as we walked. It turned out that he and I shared a lot of the same kinks and philosophies on ethical non-monogamy. I started keeping an eye open for a private spot to duck to, and he must have had the same idea, because he suddenly pulled me into a doorway, pressing his soft lips against mine. I surrendered to his kiss, my legs beginning to feel weak. He pulled off one of his gloves and slid his hand down the front of my pants, inserting his fingers into the wetness between my thighs. We remained making out in the doorway for several more minutes as he fingered me faster and harder, covering the view from the street with his back. We heard voices approaching and stopped, then drew apart, panting.
We both cast about, seeking a more private place. My eyes lit upon a parking garage stairwell, and he followed my gaze, squeezing my hand and striding towards the stairs. We ascended the stairs to the roof, laughing dizzily. We reached the roof of the parking garage and stepped under an overhang, the flurries coming down from over the edge of the roof. He turned my body toward the building, pulling aside the hood of my parka to kiss and lick my neck, using one hand to reach under my shirt to massage my breasts and pinch my nipples. He stuck the fingers of his other hand in my mouth to wet them, then bent his lanky frame forward to reach down the front of my pants again, caressing my clit with sure, steady strokes. I moaned with desire for him, and felt a jolt of exhilaration knowing that someone could come up the stairs and discover us at any moment.
He pulled my pants down, bent me over, and crouched down to sweep his tongue over my pussy lips, pausing occasionally to nibble and kiss my ass cheeks. He licked and then gently inserted a finger into my ass as I let out a cry of pleasure. He continued to finger my ass as he hungrily ate my pussy from behind , sucking on my clit and burying his nose in my vagina. I tried my best to stay quiet, but released a muffled gasp as I orgasmed. I felt the cold air hit my ass as he stood back up, grinning and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He turned me around and kissed me passionately as he undid his belt buckle. I dropped to my knees as he released his cock from its confines.
It was not unusually long, but was coke-can thick, uncircumcised, and had a Prince Albert piercing. I’d never been with anyone with such a piercing, and it had been a long time since I’d sucked an uncircumcised dick. Remembering how I had done it last, I gently pulled back the foreskin and began blowing him greedily, excited to feel his hardness in my mouth. Unfortunately, the piercing kept clanking against my teeth, so he stopped to remove it. I resumed sucking eagerly for several minutes as he murmured what I could only guess was encouragement in French, until his legs began to shake and he abruptly choked out an order to stop. His eyes were glazed in pleasure and he whispered, “Good girl. Good little slut.” I flushed with joy at his praise.
He pulled out a condom and tilted his head inquisitively. I emphaticallynodded my head yes and he slipped it over his throbbing cock. He turned me forcefully back toward the building, placing my hands against the wall and holding my wrists down with one hand as he pushed his manhood inside my dripping pussy, thrusting vigorously as I ground my ass against his hips. The fulness of his cock inside me felt incredible, and he administered hard slaps to my ass at regular intervals. He may not have been long, but I could feel his full circumference massaging the walls of my vagina with long, hard strokes. He leaned down to occasionally bite my neck forcefully enough that I was sure it would leave a bruise, but coming from him, I loved it. I never wanted him to stop pounding me. He was extremely excited, though, and soon I could feel his cock and balls start to convulse. He let out a loud grunt and plunged as deep as he could inside me one last time and I felt his cock pulse with his ejaculation.
He leaned forward, still inside me, and gingerly rubbed my nipples under my coat. I swayed back and forth, enjoying the waning fullness in my pussy. He slid out of me and neatly tied the end of the condom, then reached out to to grab a fistful of my hair and tilt my chin up towards him. “Good whore. You know what you’re doing,” he growled, and kissed me so hard that I thought I my knees would collapse. I pulled my pants up, my mind buzzing with euphoria. We walked back to the hotel, and he asked me to show him the ballroom where the competition was being held. Music pulsed as dancers spun and dipped gracefully across the floor. “You do this!?” he inquired, amazed. I nodded with pride.
My friends stared wide-eyed at the beautiful man by my side, and I knew there would be questions later. We returned the lobby and shared one last ardent kiss. He left the next morning, and we exchanged numbers. It was pointless, since we live on opposite sides of the continent from one another, but we enjoyed sexting for a while longer until communication faded. I still like to visit his modeling portfolio every once in a while to masturbate and reminisce about the brief, passionate evening we shared on the snowy streets of Vancouver. It was the most perfect one-time hookup I’ve ever had.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gipwwt/mf_the_model
This sounds insanely hot, and you are a lovely writer.