I spent half of 2020 posting NSFW pictures of myself on Reddit but got a little bored of doing that, so I thought this time I’d try something new and share some of my stories instead! I’ve never written up any of my sexual experiences before, but I’ve got plenty to share, so bear with me…
I picked this one first as it’s the very first one I can tell on this sub – it takes place just a few weeks after I turned 18. [NB – I’m in the UK, where the age of consent is 16]. Obviously as it was over a decade ago the details aren’t going to be perfect, but I’ve filled in the blanks as best as I remember!
Some backstory, the sex starts at —-
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I’d met G through a mutual friend a few months earlier, but he was a few years older than me [24] and understandably uncomfortable dating a 17 year old. We flirted a little at the time, but nothing more. On my 18th birthday, he sent me a happy birthday text and invited me out for a drink.
This was my very first date, I’d never really had a boyfriend and any other guys I’d had sex with were already friends or met at parties. At the time, I was slim but curvy, C/D cup boobs and a big bum that I was very self-conscious about, 5’6” tall with long brown hair and freckles.
We got on well and met up a few more times, kissing but never anything more, so by date 5 I was a little bored of waiting for him to make a move. We went out for a few drinks, ending up in a club and very tipsy. He wasn’t much for dancing, but on the dancefloor I pressed up against him as much as possible, my high heels putting me at the perfect height to grind my ass into his crotch.
We were in the middle of the dancefloor, and he was a very respectable person so the last thing he wanted was to be visibly hard in public. He took a step back, not saying anything but putting a little distance between me and his crotch and turning me around so we were face to face again before resuming dancing.
I kept getting closer and closer, taking any opportunity to push up against him without crossing the lines of social decency, until he realised exactly why I was doing it. It took a while, but finally he knew I was trying to get him hard right there and decided it was time for us to leave. Grabbing my hand we quickly left the club and started to head for home.
Unfortunately, while I lived close by he was in another town, and I lived with my parents, so going back to either of our homes to fuck was a definite no-go. But by this point I was determined, so we had to get creative.
There was a park a couple of streets away from my house, tree-lined and surrounded by a tall fence. Sober me never managed to recreate this feat, but over the years drunk me did this several more times – we climbed the fence in the middle of the night and went to find a sheltered spot in the trees.
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I lay on my back on the patchy grass and broken twigs with him on top of me, kissing with an urgency built from hours of teasing and weeks of Not Being a Slut. He pushed my top up to my shoulders, pulling the cups of my bra down to release my tits. He groped them softly before moving his hand down to my jeans, unbuttoning them and opening the fly enough to slide his hand inside my knickers for the first time.
As his fingers found my clit and began rubbing, he stopped kissing me to look into my eyes and watch my reaction. I didn’t know what to do, how I was supposed to react, so I’d kiss him again, harder and harder, gasping when he hit a spot I liked.
After a while I pushed up, one hand on his shoulder to turn him onto his back. I felt bits of twigs and stones falling from me as I got up on my knees to straddle him, my hands fumbling to undo his belt. He took over, undoing his jeans while I took my bra off, letting my tits loose rather than held awkwardly spilling over the roughly adjusted cups. I lifted the waistband of his boxers, lowering them to get my first look at his cock.
I was never one for remembering details of cocks, so you’ll have to imagine it was probably about average, and hard. I went straight in with my mouth, tentatively taking the tip between my lips and swirling my tongue around to get it wet. I hadn’t had a lot of practice to refine my technique so I went with a combination of instinct and things I’d read somewhere, moving my head up and down the shaft and getting his dick as wet as possible. My tongue flicked out to tease the “v” under the head, the one ‘trick’ I remembered from a magazine, and I focused on trying to keep my teeth out of the way.
When my jaw started to hurt I let his cock slide out, moving up to kiss him again before rolling back down and pulling him with me. Together we pulled my jeans and my knickers down my legs, exposing my closely trimmed pubic hair and allowing me to spread my legs for him to kneel between. He reached down to stroke my clit again before positioning himself at my opening.
I was so tight I felt a little pain as he started to enter me, so I whispered for him to start slowly, giving me time to adjust to the feeling of him stretching my pussy, filling me. I soon got used to it, the discomfort replaced by the desire to be fucked. I let him know I was ready for him to go harder, moaning appreciatively when the slow and gentle movement of his cock turned into faster, deeper thrusts.
I kept urging him to fuck me harder, fuck me faster, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him into me as deeply as I could. I’d lift my head up to kiss him whenever he complied, looking into his eyes while his hips drove into me with increasing intensity.
He started to slow down as he approached climax, wanting to last longer, but with the dirt and debris of the park floor digging into my back and my bare ass, quick and dirty was what I wanted. I squeezed my pussy around his cock and pulled him in as deeply as I could, begging him not to stop. It only took a few more hard thrusts before I felt him release inside me, groaning into my ear before slowing and relaxing on top of me.
We kissed again, slowly this time, before getting up and redressing ourselves, brushing off stray leaves and pulling twigs out of my hair. We climbed back over the gate and he walked me home, as I felt my underwear getting damper with his cum dripping out of me.
That was the first time I had sex outside, but it certainly wasn’t the last. It wasn’t the last time I had sex with G either, although fortunately we found places to fuck indoors after that…
**** Thanks for reading, let me know what you think! I’ve got plenty more stories to share if people like this one! ****
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kxfxia/my_first_time_with_a_guy_i_was_dating_fm_and_my
That’s hot af
I love the story