The first time I(38F) came from sexting [MF]

First Time I (38F) Came from Sexting

PreCovid, I went to see a show with a group of old friends when I saw R (35M) in the crowd. I had matched with him on Tinder, but we hadn’t started messaging yet. Normally I wouldn’t make the first move, but something about being out with friends I’d known for a long time made me feel more confident. I told my friend I was gonna go for it, she gave me a thumbs up, and I made my way over to him.

The music was loud and the club was dark. Gristly, deep vocals with pounding drums and bass. Not the kind of show one goes to when trying to talk to people. He was standing in front of the stage, nodding his head rhythmically and occasionally taking a sip of his beer. He had long hair, a Fu Manchu style mustache, and a barrel chest. I sidled up next to him, but he didn’t look my way. I’m only 5’4″ and he’s about 6’2″. He barely noticed me, so I started dancing to the beat and threw myself into him sideways “accidentally.” He looked my way, gave me a nod of recognition and held up his beer as if to say “Cheers!” His eyes twinkled, then turned into crescents as he smiled at me. He was cute, and I was in trouble. He mouthed “Nice to meet you” and I smiled and yelled “Same!” The set ended and the lights came on. There was a ringing in my ears from the speakers, and R was several drinks in already so the two of us together weren’t communicating too well. We stammered some awkward words to one another when my friend yelled that our Uber had arrived and that was that.

A couple of weeks later R texted me as he was getting out of work, so I invited him over to hang out. We got high together and listened to music, but we didn’t hook up. I had had a couple of shitty experiences and wanted to hold back a little, not give in so quickly to sex. It was definitely a casual hang more than a first date. I admit, I was kind of surprised when he didn’t make a move at the end of the night. No kiss, not even a hug. Maybe we were figuring each other out? We figured we had plenty of time to take things slow. It was early March.

As the pandemic fears increased, I sadly told R and a couple of other Tinder matches that I wasn’t comfortable seeing more than one person at this time. Because of COVID, I’m only seeing my partner D(43M) in person (see my first post for more about that) but I need more sex and attention than D is able to give me. Still, R and I checked in on each other from time to time. He’d suggest music I should listen to, I’d send him funny videos. Eventually he got laid off, while I was able to stay employed by working from home. We keep texting, and I start initiating more often. We joked about how much weed we were smoking, talked about how strange it was to be isolated, and wondered about the future of live music. Eventually things turned sexual. He brought up how much he wanted to get laid, and I admitted that I have a really high sex drive and had been pretty horny too. We started joking that while we weren’t afraid of getting COVID, we were beginning to worry about getting carpal tunnel from frequent masturbation. We’d go back and forth like this over text, flirting and teasing but nothing too overt. But eventually, enough was enough.

I had the day off from work, and I had slept in late. I went for a run then came home, showered, toweled myself off, and plopped on the floor naked. I packed a bowl and queued up my usual reddit NSFW favorites. I like to stretch while I scroll the feeds, warming myself up for my eventual orgasm. I had just exhaled my first hit and straightened my legs out in front of me, curling the top of my body over my thighs and reaching for my toes, when R texted me.

R: Are you doing okay today? I’m having a hard time getting out of bed.

Me: I’ve got the day off! Pretty good day so far, stretching now. My whole body feels tight. Are you sick? Do you need anything?

R: NO, I’m NOT sick, don’t worry about me! TBH I woke up with a raging hard on and edged myself for a while, but then I started to get kind of depressed and couldn’t cum. WTF is wrong with me?

Me: Dude, go easy on yourself. These are “Uncertain Times,” to be sure. Your dick isn’t broken, it’s just a little down :(

R: I haven’t gotten laid in about three and a half months. I actually think I could last a while without getting laid as long as I had someone to sext with. Just always being alone…it’s rough right now.

This is the closest I’ve gotten to a formal invitation from R to take that next step. I had been getting myself off on my own to keep me cumming when D wasn’t available, but that was starting to feel kind of sad for me. I was even having trouble reaching orgasm- VERY unlike me. I decided I was just gonna go for it and see what kind of an interactive experience we could come up with.

Me: Let’s play a game and pretend that the pandemic wasn’t keeping us apart. If COVID wasn’t a thing, what would you do right now?

R: Oh shit, I’d be at your apartment in less than 15 minutes!

Me: Haha, I’ve always wanted at least one man I could have on-call to service me on demand.

R: Oh man, I’d love to be that guy for you. I’m at your door right now, ready to do whatever your nasty heart desires.

Me: I’m already naked when I answer the door. I pull you inside and start pulling your clothes off.

R: I’m already hard and ready for you.

Me: Not so fast! I sit you down on the couch and I straddle you.

I take another hit off my bowl and decide to throw that into the plot.

Me: I take a nice long hit from my pipe. I tilt your chin up so your lips meet mine, and exhale as you breathe in. You exhale and I kiss you deeply, pull your hair a little with one hand, and find your cock with the other.

R: Fuck yeah. I suck on and tease your nipples while I grab your ass with both hands.

Me: Mmm hmm, I’m already wet and I’m sliding myself along your shaft while I pull at and play with your balls.

R: Oh man, not many ladies think to play with the balls!

Me: …

R: Your slick pussy feels so good against me. I’m kissing your neck, and I bite your shoulder as the pressure builds up in my cock. I’m not even inside you yet and I’m dripping precum.

Me: I’m not letting you cum just yet. I get off of you and crawl to the floor. I turn around and am on my hands and knees, showing you my round ass and shaved slit.

R: Oh damn, I want to see it so bad! Fuck covid! If I was there I’d get down on the floor behind you and lick that smooth wet slit, lapping up your juices. I’d move up and start teasing your asshole with my tongue while I stick a finger in your wanting pussy.

I’m so glad that I threw away any weirdness or anxiety and decided to have fun with it. We texted for hours and in that time, I’d gotten myself really worked up. I was already naked, but by this point in the conversation, I was having trouble focusing on the phone. The scenario was playing out faster in my head than in our back-and-forth.

Me: My pussy wants more. You put another finger inside me while you’re tonguing my asshole. I reach back with one hand and begin to furiously rub my clit. You grab one of my tits and pinch my nipple so hard, I cry out.

Alone at home, naked, I clip on my nipple clamps. I pull slightly on the chain connecting them, and a rush goes through me.

R: I can’t take it anymore- I’ve got to fuck you. I grab your hips with both hands as you reach back and guide the head of my cock into your warm pussy.

Me: Yes, and as you start to fuck me, I slap at your balls so they bang against my clit with every thrust, getting me more and more worked up.

R: I love watching your ass jiggle as I pound you from behind. I pull your hair as I speed up. You’re moaning and I want to make you cum so bad.

Home alone with my phone, I’m already close to cumming. My Satisfyer sucks at my clit while I fuck myself with a six-inch dildo. I’m working myself so hard, I break into a sweat.

Me: Mmm, hell yes, make me cum!

R: I smack your ass a couple of times. You’re bouncing on my cock and you’re setting the pace more than I am, just riding me to your heart’s content while you rub your clit. I put my finger in my mouth and it tastes like your pussy. I get it lubed up, then I start teasing your asshole with it.

Me: Oh shit, yeah. When your finger enters my asshole, it pushes me over the edge. My kegel muscles clamp down on your cock as I’m hit with waves of my orgasm.

R: Hell yes, I can feel you clenching as my cock throbs inside of you. I cum so hard, draining my whole load into you. Then I smack your ass and tell you you’re pretty.

I am lying on my floor, naked, with the phone next to me, but I am not able to respond again to R. I cum so hard, I leave a wet spot on the rug. I’m smiling and laughing because I’ve just orgasmed “with” my friend R when in reality we’ve never even kissed. And now that I’ve crossed this line with him, who knows how many other men I could play with this way? And what other lines are there to cross?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7k3cf/the_first_time_i38f_came_from_sexting_mf