For roughly a year, work had me living in a midwestern city. I honestly did not love my time there – I’m more of a coastal guy – but I tried to make the most of it via dating apps and such. A few months in, I started chatting with this blonde bombshell of a girl….5”10”, long blonde hair, 23 years old, built somewhere between an SI Swimsuit model and a Victoria’s Secret model. She had curves and a tiny waist. Maybe even the type Sir Mix-a-Lot sang about. I would say the tall bombshell is just my type, but I feel like that most guys’ type.
After talking for a while, we finally decided to grab a few drinks, see if there was actually any spark, any chemistry. Frankly, I was concerned that she wouldn’t look nearly as good as her pictures. I’ve had situations before where I’d describe it as you order something online, but when it shows up, you think to yourself “this looks nothing like what I ordered, this isn’t what I want!”
Thankfully, this girl looked even better in person…black high heels, tight jeans, and a white buttoned shirt, tight, with just enough undone to look sexy, yet not slutty. After a few drinks over a few hours, it was clear their was a spark. There was enough flirting – leaning into me, touching my arm, my leg, my hand on her thigh, placing it dangerously high, waiting for her to stop me – but alas, it was getting late.
As we’re wrapping up the night, I still wasn’t quite sure how the night was going to end, though I anticipated going home alone and hoping for a second date. Unbeknownst to me, she had taken an Uber to our date, while I had driven. Ever the gentleman, I asked if she would like if I gave her a ride. Home…a ride home. To which she accepted.
We pull into her apartment building parking lot, and I ask if I can walk her to the door. She declines, but leans in for a kiss. It was as if the entire night of flirting built to this crescendo. It was that sort of kiss that can only come with someone new, a hunger to taste their lips, to explore this new body, to feel that rush of excitement.
At this point, its late, and it’s dark, but we’re both energized – her hands are all over me, mine all over her. Her breasts felt amazing, even clothed – large, firm, perky – exactly what you would expect on a hot, young 20 something. I was loving just feeling them in my hands when her hands moved south and started undoing my belt and opening my pants. I asked if she wanted to take this upstairs, but she informed me her roommate was home. She continues working on me, with pants open, feeling my already rock hard cock, just generally rubbing me through my boxers. It felt like a throwback to high school, hooking up in the back seat of a car.
Sensing just how turned on I was, she pulls my cock out, drops her head into my lap, and without hesitation takes my cock into her mouth, sucking like a lollipop, with her hand gripped around the base. She bobbed up and down like a pro, never saying a word, but moaning just enough to feel it reverberate through my balls. Simply, it was all took much, and it didn’t take long for me to cum down this bombshell’s throat. Clearly she didn’t expect quite as much as she received (even though I did warn her)…she didn’t quite gag, but I could hear her swallowing, and some cum managed to get on her chin, which she wiped away with the back of her hand.
She composed herself, gave me a kiss on the cheek, said “this was fun, let’s do it again sometime”, and departed for the evening. I sat there for a moment myself to gain my own composure, trying to wrap my mind around what exactly just happened, before heading home and dreaming about what that next time might entail.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j6cmdf/blonde_bombshell_mf_long